Chapter 70: Will You Come at Me Together, or One by One?

Hong Yueqiang spoke slowly, “At our age, how much money we have no longer matters; what truly matters is accomplishing something great. Don’t you agree?”

Yu Qianlong and Guo Hongfeng both smiled, twirling their beards and nodding in agreement.

“Something great? I don’t quite understand what you mean,” Chen Yu asked, her beautiful eyes flashing with a trace of confusion.

“The pharmaceutical industry in our country is a tangled mess, and the competition behind the scenes is even more chaotic. This is not good at all,” Hong Yueqiang clicked his tongue, his posture that of a self-important elder. “I have an idea: why don’t the four of us join forces, go public together, and then wipe out the other pharmaceutical companies to take the lead? What do you think?”

“Go public?” Chen Yu was briefly taken aback. At last, she guessed the intention behind these men’s words and said softly, “So you intend to swallow up Spring and Autumn Pharmaceuticals.”

“No, divide it up,” Hong Yueqiang laughed loudly, the beads in his hand moving swiftly. “We want Spring and Autumn Pharmaceuticals... to vanish from this world.”

He paused, then added, “Of course, you won’t be left out. As compensation, after we go public, we’ll give you an extra ten percent of the shares. That way you’ll at least get some return, so you won’t lose out entirely.”

This statement made Chen Yu’s charming face turn ashen.

Such a promise sounded generous, but in truth, it was nothing short of an insult.

First, they would carve up all the assets of Spring and Autumn Pharmaceuticals, then casually throw her a handful of shares as charity—wasn’t that just asking her to sell herself out?

But the key question was:

Would she sell?

“Don’t even think about any tricks. Your family has been barely holding on these years. Apart from that second uncle of yours who just woke up in the hospital, there’s no one left willing to help you,” Hong Yueqiang, seeing Chen Yu’s silence, let his muddy gaze roam unchecked over her graceful figure. “And if your second uncle wants to restore his branch’s standing in the family, he absolutely cannot get distracted by your affairs. If he does, the rest of your family will seize the opportunity to burn his entire line to ashes. Then you’ll be branded the eternal sinner!”

Chen Yu’s face showed a clear struggle. She bit her lip and asked, “Hong Yueqiang, how do you know so much? Who is behind you?”

“That’s not your concern,” Hong Yueqiang stopped twirling his beads and gazed indifferently at the expensive tea on the table. “In any case, no one can save Spring and Autumn Pharmaceuticals now. You know that better than I do. Whether you wait for more evidence of counterfeit drugs to come to light or hand over the company honestly and get some benefit—it’s your choice. But let me warn you: don’t think you can do whatever you want just because you have the Chen family behind you. Understood?”

With that, he glanced at Ye Fei, who was tearing at a chicken leg nearby.

Ye Fei merely curled his lips in indifference.

“Twenty percent,” Chen Yu said.

“Hmph!” Yu Qianlong and Guo Hongfeng slammed their bowls and chopsticks onto the floor with force.

This sudden gesture startled Chen Yu, making her delicate frame tremble.

“Calm down, calm down,” Hong Yueqiang laughed, pulling his two companions back into their seats. He twisted his body and eyed Chen Yu lecherously. “Twenty percent... That’s not impossible. But you’ll have to agree to one condition.”

“What condition?” Chen Yu asked without hesitation.

The three old men exchanged glances, each grinning with undisguised lust.

“Spend the night with your three grandfathers,” Hong Yueqiang lowered his voice, each word stabbing into her ears. “Forget twenty percent, we’d even give you fifty percent if you like.”

A buzzing sound filled Chen Yu’s mind. Her body shook, her thoughts went blank, and her alluring face twisted with pain.

Suddenly, she remembered something from when she was twenty-five.

The man who had promised to care for her all his life had, in pursuit of supposed profit, used her body as a bargaining chip and sold her off. She had promised him that once they were married, she would share his bed, but he couldn’t resist temptation—not even for a mere five million. If her second uncle hadn’t arrived in time to save her, she would have been lost forever.

“My body is only worth fifty percent?” Chen Yu let out a miserable laugh, numbness in her voice.

But in the eyes of those three old men, this only made her appear more seductive, igniting their nameless desire.

That question—didn’t it suggest there was room for negotiation?

“Anything can be arranged,” Hong Yueqiang licked his parched lips, revealing a mouth of yellowed teeth ruined by years of herbal medicine, his tone both mocking and sinister. “As long as you devote yourself to serving your Grandpa Hong, I’ll even let you take my ten percent. Ahahaha...”

Chen Yu forced a smile, glanced sideways at Ye Fei, and saw that he was still looking indifferently at the dishes, not sparing her a single glance.

An overwhelming despair settled over her heart.

“All right.”

“All right?” Hong Yueqiang, Yu Qianlong, and Guo Hongfeng were all stunned.

They hadn’t expected Chen Yu to agree so readily.

In fact, not long ago, a file detailing all of Chen Yu’s background and experiences had landed in their hands. It recorded in detail how she had been deceived by a hoodlum, a man addicted to gambling, who for five million had secretly sold off her first time as if it were a commodity. He had said to her, “Since you don’t want to give it to me, may as well sell it. That’s five million—you’ll never earn that much in your life!”

Hong Yueqiang had thought Chen Yu would cherish her body all the more because of this, even to the point of falling out with them and causing a scene. Then he could tell their backer that Chen Yu had given up the chance to cooperate, so they could move to destroy Spring and Autumn Pharmaceuticals and claim more shares.

But things were taking an unexpected turn.

“So, are the three of you coming together, or one at a time?” Chen Yu slipped the thin shawl from her shoulders, revealing skin as fair as snow. She propped her legs up on the table and beckoned coyly to Hong Yueqiang and the others.

“Here?” Yu Qianlong panted, loosening his tie, eager to begin.

“What, are you afraid?” Chen Yu crossed her legs, her voice melodious and cool.

“Hehehe...” Yu Qianlong leered, inching toward her, his eyes fixed on her soft, flawless thighs. “No rush, little lady... Here we come...”

Hong Yueqiang and Guo Hongfeng followed closely, afraid this fat pig would get all the advantage first.

In their eyes, Chen Yu was like a peerless phoenix who had willingly sunk into depravity—ravishingly beautiful beyond compare.