May The Rest Of My Life Be Sweet To You ( Machine Translation )

Sikong Jue chuckled. "Price? Does CEO Gong think that he can afford the price that I want?"

"Of course I can afford it. I guarantee that I will offer a higher price than Li Ang. It doesn't matter if it's your personal safety or money," Gong Mochen said.

If Sikong Jue betrayed Li Ang and gave Gong Mochen the antidote, he would naturally be responsible for Sikong Jue's safety

"It seems like CEO Gong has put in a lot of effort. You even know that I'm greedy. Unfortunately, no matter how much you offer, you won't be able to buy it. Even if you point your gun at me, it will still be the same," Sikong Jue said.

"Oh? It seems that Li Ang and you are not just about transactions on money?" Gong Mochen asked.

"Yes, it's not just a matter of money. If it's just money, I wouldn't mind earning more money. However, I can't go back on my agreement with him," Sikong Jue said.

That was an agreement that he couldn't go back on even if he lost his life. He had no choice...

"If that's the case, I wonder if I can buy another medicine that can make people fake their deaths? If you don't take the antidote within five hours, the person would die naturally. But if you take it, you can still live," Gong Mochen said.

"I can make this medicine, but it's not my usual forte. I could usually make it to last ten hours. After all, there may be accidents, so I always push the time limit to the maximum," said Sikong Jue.

Gong Mochen's eyes narrowed. "You've never made it so it lasts for five hours?"

"No," answered Sikong Jue.

"Who else can make the medicine besides you?" asked Gong Mochen.

Sikong jue paused for a moment. A person appeared in his mind. In an instant, he smiled. "The world is so big. I'm not the only one with this ability..."

"Then how many people do you think have this ability?" Gong Mochen continued to ask. He was clearly desperate for the answer.

"There's one more person," Sikong Jue said. "I'll give this information to President Gong. As for the rest, I don't know anything else."

Some money could be earned, and some money could not be earned. He could tell what kind of money he could take here.

Gong Mochen's eyes were dark, looking bleak.

He stood up and said softly, "Thank you."

When he walked to the door, he stopped again. "Last question, is the poison in my body the poison you made?"

Sikong Jue shrugged. "I don't like making poisons. My master taught me to make antidotes. I can make them if I have to, but I don't like doing it. After all, I have a bottom line and integrity."

He wouldn't say that he was the best person in the world, but he was not enough to make poisons and buy them.

Gong Mochen did not say another word. He nodded lightly and walked out of the room.

Sikong Jue looked at the man's back. He could clearly feel the bleak aura around him. For some reason, it made him feel sad...

Even after so many years, his memory of Gong Mochen's back was still fresh in his mind.

Gong Mochen walked out of the clubhouse, escorted by two rows of bodyguards. Nie Feng opened the car door and waited for the man to sit properly. He closed the door and drove back to the Gong Group's building.

The man who hadn't spoken since leaving the clubhouse made Nie Feng somewhat unable to understand his thoughts. Even he didn't dare to say a word.

Gong Mochen returned to his office and ordered that no one be allowed to disturb him without an order.

He took out a photo from the drawer of his desk and stared at the silver-masked man.

If Sikong Jue hadn't poisoned him, then it could only be him... The man in the silver mask.

His heart felt cold. It was as if a sharp knife had cut through his flesh.

He would rather that the man had poisoned him with someone else's poison, but the poison in his body was personally concocted by the man in the silver mask!

He closed his eyes in pain. He really wanted to know, when he concocted the poison for him, did he intend for him to suffer like this?

This was a kind of pain that was silent and lonely, and there was nothing he could say...

There was no one else in this world who could hurt him as deeply as that man had.

Gong Mochen stood in front of the window. No matter how warm the sunlight was, it didn't seem to be able to warm his heart.

If that person could do such a thing to him, what about Qin Sheng?

Thinking of Qin Sheng, all his thoughts were clear. He strode out of the office and asked Nie Feng to drive back to the Qin family's old residence.

In the study, Qin Ze was a little surprised that Gong Mochen had come back, because he never skipped work during the day.

"Did something happen?" he asked in his old voice.

Gong Mochen took out a stack of photos and placed them in front of Qin Ze. "These were taken by my people."

Qin Ze picked up the photos and looked at them. Qin Yunting was in every photo. Beside her were several the women, as well as some big bosses.

They seemed to be having a good time, and there was even women stripping in some of the photos.

He slapped the photos on the table. "Yunting has gone too far."

"She didn't go too far by bringing those small celebrities to accompany her clients. Instead, the clients she accompanied were all important clients of the Qin family. She's trying to poach the Qin family's clients. As far as I know, there are already many companies that have given her and Yan Fei money and asked them to help poach clients," Gong Mochen said.

Qin Ze pressed his hand on his throbbing temple. His granddaughter poaching his own clients... She was really insane! She had crossed a line.

"I've already chased her out. I just wanted her to calm down and restrain her temper. I didn't expect her to become even worse."

"I heard that Second Sister-in-law went to look for Yunting, but she was chased out by Yunting," Gong Mochen said coldly.

"The family is unfortunate... Zheng Min was too arrogant and indulged the child. That's why Yunting developed a character of being unable to distinguish right from wrong." Qin Ze felt almost helpless.

"Since that's the case, the Qin family must make plans now," Gong Mochen said.

Qin Ze looked up at Gong Mochen. "What do you mean? '

"Write a will," Gong Mochen said.

Qin Ze was stunned. "I still have to consider this!"

"You know that no matter how foreign the company is, it's a waste of money. Qin Yunbo has the reputation of a young master, someone still at school! It's said that he is involved with several school girls. He has even given away a few villas. I don't think he has the ability to support the Qin family's business."

Gong Mochen's voice hit Qin Ze's sore spot. It was a pity that his favorite eldest son had died. Otherwise, he would have had an heir that he was satisfied with!

"But..." Qin Ze paused. He had something he was worried about.

After all, he and Qin Sheng's maternal grandfather's family had a feud. If his property was given to Qin Sheng, what would happen if Qin Sheng took over her maternal grandfather?

His Qin family's property couldn't be taken by another family, especially one that he had a feud with. What would happen to the Qin name then? It would be gone!

"If you leave your property to Qin Sheng, I guarantee that she will stay with the Qin family forever, and all my property will be left to her too. I will ensure the safety of her and the Qin family," Gong Mochen said.

Qin Ze had waited for Gong Mochen to promise "safety" for many years...

"If you want to marry Qin Sheng, you will have to marry her. Your child will have the surname Qin," he said.