Chapter 124: You Truly Misunderstood (4)

However, despite Yang Xiaofan's desire to secure the plaza in front of the Subei Building, it was no simple task. The Subei Building stands in Subei’s premier commercial district, a hub where the most prestigious brands congregate and evening foot traffic is consistently high. To convince the building management to lease him the plaza, Yang would have to compensate them for their lost revenue for the night, along with an additional incentive. Without offering more than their standard daily earnings, they were unlikely to agree.

Just as Yang Xiaofan was grappling with this dilemma, his phone rang. The caller ID displayed Zhao Liufang. Yang answered immediately.

"Hello, President Zhao? Why are you calling me at this hour?"

Zhao Liufang chuckled. "Are you planning to propose?"

"How did you know?"

"Of course I know. Don't forget, I’m also a client at the Subei Auction House. Director Gu just sent out a mass message to all of us, looking for advertising space. Since I work in that field and have many connections, I asked a few questions and found out about your proposal plans. Not bad, kid! I never even imagined anyone would pull off such a grand spectacle for a proposal!"

Yang Xiaofan couldn't help but laugh wryly. "I was just a poor kid; my sudden wealth was purely accidental. Money means nothing to me, so I don't care about the cost."

"Good for you. These days, people who don't prioritize money are rare. Tell you what, I’ll do you a favor. I’ll secure the Subei Building for an hour for your proposal. It’s the most luxurious spot in all of Subei. You want it?"

Yang was stunned. It was as if everything he needed was just falling into his lap. He quickly regained his composure and asked, "Yes! Of course I do! But I’m curious, President Zhao—your company is back in our hometown, so how does your reach extend all the way to Subei?"

"Heh, didn't expect that, did you? I have advertising media branches all over the country, including here in Subei. The giant advertising screens on the Subei Building belong to my company! Besides, the chairman of the Subei Building is a major investor in the movie you’re filming, and he has a significant stake in it. He’s counting on that film to be a massive box office hit."

"Leasing you the plaza isn't just about the money; it’s also meant to boost your exposure. Even though you were trending at number one, it’s been a few days. If we create another surge of traffic for you now, it gives us at least that much more confidence for our film’s premiere next week."

"So that’s how it is."

While marveling at Zhao Liufang’s influence, Yang couldn't help but sigh at the sheer power of capitalism. These entrepreneurs joined forces, orchestrating elaborate maneuvers that dazzled the average person, leading them to willingly part with their money—it was incredible. If not for his 'God-Making Project,' the idea of successfully standing alongside people like them would have been impossible, not just in this life, but for a hundred lifetimes over.

"Alright, I can get you the lease, but only for one hour. They still have a business to run, so you can't overstay. Make sure you make the most of it."

"Don't worry, I’m confident."

Yang clenched his fist, hailed a taxi, and headed toward the Subei Building. In the car, he pulled out his phone and used his technical skills to create a dynamic video montage. He and Su Nuanyu had taken many photos together, and the ones she had taken previously were all stunning. With the right music and poetic captions, it would be as captivating as a blockbuster film.

He then spent a million to upgrade his songwriting and composition skills to the master level, and another hundred million to elevate his musical instrument proficiency to the saint level. He immediately set to work. If he was going to give Qin Nuanyu the perfect proposal, how could music be missing?

"Class monitor, just wait. I’m going to make you the happiest girl in the world. Oh wait, you’re not a girl anymore—you’re a woman!"

"The happiest woman!"

...

Meanwhile, in an old park in Subei, Qin Nuanyu sat on a bench, eyes red and mind wandering. Yang Xiaofan had been at Mu Shuyu’s house; she had called and texted him over a dozen times, but he hadn't answered. Later, when she went to Mu Shuyu’s home, she found Mu wearing a bathrobe, clearly having just showered.

If she still didn't understand what had happened between them after seeing that, she might as well not be alive. It was laughable that, just before this, Yang had been swearing eternal love to her, even taking her back to their hometown to meet his parents.

Everything Yang had done had lured her into a trap disguised as a dream called 'happiness.' In the end, she realized she was nothing but a fool—a fool who had been played. The baby in her womb seemed to sense her mother’s distress, kicking her stomach, which only made Qin Nuanyu feel more heartbroken.

"Baby, your father is a terrible person. He doesn't want Mommy anymore; he’s with another woman. From now on, we don't want him either!"

"Are you really willing to let him go?"

"Who's there?"

The sudden voice startled Qin Nuanyu. But when she saw Mu Shuyu standing nearby, smiling down at her, her expression turned icy. She wiped her tears with the back of her hand and retorted sharply, "Are you here to mock me?"

Mu Shuyu pursed her lips and smiled. "Why are you so sure I’m here to mock you?"

"Hmph! Isn't it obvious? You stole my man, the father of my child. You must be feeling very triumphant, you shameless homewrecker!"

Mu Shuyu laughed even harder, tears of mirth welling in her eyes. "You really are interesting. You’re so cute, no wonder Xiaofan likes you so much."

"Hmph! Don't use your sarcasm on me. I saw through you a long time ago—you’re not a good woman. Don't get too smug; I won't give you the satisfaction. My child and I will live a good, happy life forever, and you will never get to see us fall apart."

Mu Shuyu tapped her forehead. "Why are you so convinced that Xiaofan and I have some illicit relationship?"

"Isn't it obvious? He wouldn't answer my calls, he stayed at your place, and you were wearing a bathrobe. If there’s nothing going on between you two, then the world has truly gone mad!"