Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy novel Chapter 213

Chapter 213: Chapter 213 Begging

"Mr. Wu Tian, that’s what happened. Do... do you believe me?" In front of Wu Tian, Cui Shanhe no longer possessed the composure and arrogance of a noble scion. He bowed his head slightly, muttering, terrified that Wu Tian might misunderstand.

Wu Tian’s lips curled into a playful smile, but he remained silent. This only made Cui Shanhe even more nervous.

The little one called out, "Dad, you’re scaring him so much he’s about to collapse."

Hearing his daughter speak, Wu Tian finally relented. "Just make sure you don’t associate with them in the future. That’s all."

"Yes, yes, of course! I definitely will," Cui Shanhe nodded eagerly.

Suddenly remembering something, he sighed and said, "Mr. Wu Tian, the Cui Family is hosting a banquet in your honor tomorrow night, and I hope you can attend. Also, here is my business card. Please do me the kindness of accepting it. The gatekeeper at my home is a snob, but with this card, he won’t dare to offend you." Cui Shanhe knew what his people were like and feared they might bring trouble upon the Cui Family. After all, while Wu Tian had a refined face, his clothes were clearly very cheap. Normally, someone like him would never be allowed into the Cui estate. How could I possibly let something like that happen now?

"Alright." Wu Tian reached out and casually took the business card.

Cui Shanhe was overjoyed, realizing Wu Tian wasn’t going to hold a grudge. That makes sense, he reasoned. After all, I haven’t actually made a move against him. He then cautiously asked to take his leave, and only after Wu Tian gave his permission did Cui Shanhe dare to depart.

Once he was a safe distance away, Cui Shanhe let out a deep breath, as if a great weight had been lifted from his heart. He didn’t return to the hotel where Gona was staying; instead, he immediately got in his car and drove off. To hell with Gona and Nangong Yi, he thought. I’m done with them. Among the third generation of the Cui Family of Qinghe, he was the eldest, but not the most capable. Now, however, he was the first to establish direct contact with the very same Wu Tian his grandfather valued so highly. With this connection, how could the position of the family’s first heir possibly escape my grasp?

Qin Yuhan smiled. "I never expected you to become so impressive that even the Cui Family of Qinghe shows you such respect." Even now, she could hardly believe her husband had become so formidable.

"We can talk more at home... in bed," Wu Tian said, hooking Qin Yuhan’s chin with a faint smile, completely ignoring the fact that Xia Qian and their daughter were right there.

Qin Yuhan blushed.

Suddenly, Wu Tian’s gaze shifted to the roadside bushes. "Get out here."

At his words, Nangong Yi emerged. His expression was complex, and his walk was unsteady and weak.

The way Qin Yuhan’s cheeks would flush and her eyes would fill with affection whenever she was with Wu Tian was something Nangong Yi had never seen before. He knew that she now belonged completely to Wu Tian. Any further effort on his part would be utterly futile. But what shocked him most was realizing that Wu Tian was the powerful man Cui Shanhe had been so terrified of.

Remembering he had once been Wu Tian’s rival in love, a shiver ran down Nangong Yi’s spine. He suddenly felt that simply being alive was a stroke of incredible luck. Not long ago, he had felt his life was a disaster, as if the Goddess of Fortune had never once smiled upon him. But looking at it now, she had already granted him a great deal of luck. Otherwise, how could he still be alive after offending such a terrifying figure?

Nangong Yi’s gaze toward Wu Tian became incredibly complicated. In terms of looks, this man might not match him, but he seemed fresher and had a brighter aura. When comparing them as a whole, Nangong Yi knew he had lost—lost by a landslide. Cui Shanhe was a member of the Cui Family of Qinghe, one of the Five Surnames and Seven Families. In their generation, the number of people who could stand as his equal could be counted on one hand. Yet in front of this man, Cui Shanhe could only bow his head in submission. So what does that make me, Nangong Yi?

His opponent? Am I even worthy? Overcome with shame, Nangong Yi lowered his head.

"I beg you. Please. I’m begging you." Nangong Yi knew that no matter how hard he tried, he would only ever be a clown in front of Wu Tian. I don’t want to play this game anymore. He began to kowtow, his forehead striking the hard pavement with a series of crisp smacks. His skin went from red to raw and bloody.

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