Chapter 249 - 179: Emotional Outburst! Jiang Sifan Panics

Chapter 249: Chapter 179: Emotional Outburst! Jiang Sifan Panics

Lu Fan smiled. "Alright, whatever you say. By the way, did you listen to the voice message I sent this morning?"

Jiang Yixia’s face instantly flushed red. She stammered nervously, "N... no."

"Huh? I sang ’Things You Don’t Know.’ Such a beautiful song, and you didn’t listen?" Lu Fan feigned disappointment.

Jiang Yixia frowned. "Didn’t you sing ’The One and Only’?"

"And you said you didn’t listen," Lu Fan laughed.

It was only then that Jiang Yixia realized this guy had tricked her.

She immediately turned to leave, not wanting Lu Fan to see her looking so flustered.

Watching her shy retreat, Lu Fan felt happy inside.

’It’s clear she still cares a lot about me,’ he thought.

’She’s just being stubborn about it for now.’

Of course, Lu Fan wasn’t in a hurry.

One day, he would get her to soften up.

「Meanwhile.」

Jiang Sifan was holding the contracts, ready to sign with the three shops he had just reached an agreement with.

But just as he arrived at one of the shops, its owner shook his head and said, "Sorry, I think I need to reconsider."

Hearing this, the other two owners quickly piped up, "Wait, Boss Qian, what’s there to reconsider? With our bundled service model, we can’t get this good of a price without you."

But Boss Qian still hesitated. "I... I just need to think it over. After all, you have to be careful when it comes to price."

As soon as Jiang Sifan heard this, he knew something was fishy.

After the three owners dispersed, he said to Wen Wan, "This must be Xu Junjie’s doing again."

"Why does that man stick to us like glue?" Even the usually gentle and elegant Wen Wan couldn’t help but feel angry.

"It’s to be expected. He’s getting desperate," Jiang Sifan said confidently.

Wen Wan asked, "So what do we do?"

Jiang Sifan replied, "I’ll go talk to that owner."

With that, he went to the restaurant and found Boss Qian at work.

"Boss Qian," Jiang Sifan greeted him. "We meet again."

Boss Qian looked at Jiang Sifan, perhaps feeling awkward and guilty about backing out of the deal. "Jiang Tongxue, what brings you here again? About that matter... I think I still need to reconsider."

"Actually, I know why you’re reconsidering, Boss Qian. Someone offered you a lower price, didn’t they?" Jiang Sifan hit the nail on the head.

After hearing this, Boss Qian finally nodded. "Yes. I won’t hide it from you. The price he offered is quite low."

"The price he’s offering is indeed very low. That’s because he’s targeting me, so he’s willing to undercut me at any cost," Jiang Sifan replied. "But, Boss Qian, you can’t just look at the price. There’s one thing you’ve definitely overlooked."

Boss Qian was puzzled. "What’s that? What have I overlooked?"

"When you’re talking about a partnership, price is one thing, but whether you can actually survive is another matter entirely." Jiang Sifan had been reviewing what Lu Fan said at the seminar the other day, and he immediately began his analysis.

Watching from the side as Jiang Sifan spoke so eloquently, Wen Wan suddenly realized that his current way of speaking and his confidence were starting to resemble Uncle Lu’s!

But just as she was listening intently to Jiang Sifan and taking notes...

Mrs. Wen sent another message.

Wen Wan glanced at it, her expression wavering, but she didn’t reply.

Two minutes later, Mrs. Wen called.

Not wanting to interrupt Jiang Sifan’s conversation, Wen Wan covered her phone and hurried out of the shop.

"Hello, Mom."

"Wen Wan, did you see the messages I sent you? I’ve been messaging you for two days, and you either don’t reply or just give me excuses."

"Mom, what is it you really want to say?" At that moment, Wen Wan’s voice was utterly devoid of hope.

Mrs. Wen said from the other end of the line, "Your grandpa is having his 70th birthday banquet next month. I was wondering if you have any money. If you do, give some to me. After all, your grandpa is a man of status in the village, and we have to host everyone properly. The school cafeteria should be cheap, so you probably don’t need that much for living expenses. Just give some to your mother for now."

Listening to those words, Wen Wan said nothing.

Her whole body was shaking—not from fear, but from a tremor born of excruciating pain.

Her throat felt as if it were being strangled by a red-hot wire; she couldn’t cry out, couldn’t even breathe.

Her eyes burned with pain, and the tears that fell struck her chest, leaving it numb.

All her pride, all her hopes, all the grievances she had desperately suppressed—in that moment, they shattered into a million pieces. Even breathing felt like inhaling thorns, and every gasp was a sharp reminder.

A reminder that everything she had given, her very heart and soul, had all become a joke.

Sobbing, Wen Wan shouted angrily, "I don’t have any money! Stop asking me for money!"

Inside the shop, Jiang Sifan, who was in the middle of his conversation, heard her and immediately panicked!!