Chapter 69: Name Your Price, Whatever You Want

And the price for a private room was double that, an extravagance beyond compare.

Yet when Ye Fei watched Chen Yu swipe her card without so much as a blink, he felt a strange sense that being someone’s kept man might not be so bad after all.

The private room was not just any room—it was the innermost, most exclusive suite, known as “Nine Dragons Spitting Pearls.” Beyond golden drapes, even the bowls and chopsticks were an uncommon black-gold, exuding opulence in every detail.

“Sit down and relax. Order whatever you want,” Chen Yu lightly patted Ye Fei’s thigh. “Once they arrive, I’ll introduce you to everyone.”

“I’m not here for a matchmaking session,” Ye Fei shook his head. “Besides, with my looks, I hardly need such things.”

“I adore your frankness, Brother Ye,” Chen Yu sent him a flirtatious glance, full of charm.

Tonight, she wore a semi-transparent black gown, like a goddess of icy beauty, imparting an inexplicable sense of pressure. It was a business dressing tactic, lending her a strategic advantage.

Soon, the door swung open.

A plump, prosperous-looking middle-aged man swaggered in, trailed by a bodyguard as formidable as A Gui, broad-shouldered and muscular.

“Uncle Yu, you’re the first to arrive,”

Chen Yu rose to greet him, her smile reserved as she addressed the man who nearly occupied two seats. He merely nodded, expression indifferent, barely acknowledging her.

He was Yu Qianlong, chairman of Yi Wang Pharmaceuticals, fifty-two years old.

He brought no entourage, but his imposing six-foot-three frame drew attention. Dressed in a crisp suit and gold-rimmed glasses, he radiated scholarly zeal.

Guo Hongfeng, chairman of Hongfeng Pharmaceuticals.

No different from Yu Qianlong, Guo entered without glancing at Chen Yu, seating himself and striking up conversation with the other man.

Chen Yu didn’t bother to force pleasantries, instead letting her slender hand trace leisurely over Ye Fei’s thigh, her brows alternately relaxed and furrowed.

The manager outside noticed the odd tension inside and stopped the staff from serving dishes.

The last guest arrived half an hour late.

Hong Yueqiang of Duotai Pharmaceuticals.

He wore a dark long robe, held a string of prayer beads, his hair sparse and temples graying, his eyes cloudy and deep, exuding an air of aged solemnity.

Upon his entrance, Guo Hongfeng and Yu Qianlong instantly became ingratiating, rising eagerly to greet him, their faces brimming with smiles—a stark contrast to their earlier demeanor.

Chen Yu shed her airs as well, politely pulling out a chair for Hong Yueqiang and gesturing for him to sit.

However, as if conspiring, Hong Yueqiang and the other two moved to sit opposite Chen Yu, crowding together in a show of unity.

“Heh.” Witnessing this, Ye Fei gave a cold laugh in his heart.

This meal, it seemed, would not be so easy to swallow.

“Gentlemen, I’ve always kept my distance from you, competing fairly and by the rules in business. Why have you joined forces to report ‘Spring Autumn Pharmaceuticals’?”

Chen Yu, seeing their attitude, cut straight to the point.

Her words fell, but none answered.

Instead, Hong Yueqiang lifted his gaze, eyes shifting to Ye Fei beside Chen Yu.

Yu Qianlong caught on immediately, waving Ye Fei away with impatience. “The bosses are talking—get out, get out.”

Chen Yu’s face tightened, her brows knitting.

“Oh? What about him, then?” Ye Fei gently patted her thigh, glancing at Yu Qianlong’s bodyguard.

“Him? He’s my dog. Are you Chen Yu’s dog?” Yu Qianlong curled his lips in mockery. “There’s no rule against bringing pets, is there?”

“You—”

Chen Yu was about to protest, but Ye Fei cut her off.

“Yes, I am her dog.” Ye Fei grinned, his eyes flashing coldly.

“Hahaha…” Yu Qianlong seemed surprised by the response, then laughed even more derisively.

Chen Yu’s slender figure tensed, and she glanced at Ye Fei in confusion.

“All right, let’s order,” Hong Yueqiang coughed, rolling his prayer beads between his fingers. “Tonight, Spring Autumn Pharmaceuticals is hosting. If we don’t eat our fill, it’ll be a loss of face. Got it?”

“Hong, you’re absolutely right,” Yu Qianlong agreed, smiling, and promptly ordered several delicacies from the end of the menu, abalone and seafood aplenty.

Guo Hongfeng was equally unrestrained, picking the most expensive dishes regardless of taste.

As the server recorded their choices, his eyes sparkled with excitement, thinking: Just the commission will cover a year’s wages!

As the initiator of the dinner, Chen Yu had clearly anticipated this scene and did not fuss, planning instead to confront the three elders after the dishes arrived.

Ye Fei tucked into the fragrant food, eating heartily.

“To my knowledge, you three are veterans of the pharmaceutical industry, with your own new drugs gaining market share. Though Spring Autumn Pharmaceuticals covers many types of medicine, unfortunately, none are original, which puts us at a competitive disadvantage.”

“With time, your companies will no doubt surpass Spring Autumn Pharmaceuticals. Why resort to such underhanded means to take us down?”

Chen Yu spoke calmly.

The two men snorted derisively.

Yu Qianlong retorted without mercy: “Underhanded? What’s underhanded? Your company disrupts the market with low prices, and worse, sells fake medicine. If we hadn’t caught you in time, who knows how many would have died? Heartless!”

Guo Hongfeng chimed in: “There’s an old saying—‘the most poisonous thing in the world is a woman’s heart.’ Who knows how black yours are? We’re just helping you find a shred of conscience, so that when you descend to hell, it’ll be a smoother journey. Understand?”

Chen Yu remained silent.

Anyone could hear the undisguised contempt.

Ye Fei continued calmly eating, showing no sign of involvement.

After a long pause, Chen Yu finally spoke, her lips dry: “Name your price.”

At her words, the three men’s chopsticks paused in unison.