The Mafia King's First Love

At Jiang Corps, Meng Ya rushed towards the receptionist's desk, her chest heaving breathlessly.

"Mr. Jiang...I want to meet him right now."

The receptionist was taken aback by her sudden appearance. "Who are you?"

"Meng Ya. I am the one who called you a while ago."

"You! I cannot believe you came all the way here. Please don't make a scene and leave. I already told you that you cannot meet Sir."

She banged her fist on the desk, jolting her. "My friend is in danger! I don't have time to fool around or prove you anything! Mr. Jiang knows me. Call him here and he would definitely recognize me."

She snorted. "Know you? Are you dreaming? Everybody wishes for Sir to know them as you claim, but they can only dream. Your lies won't get you anywhere."

"I am not lying! Lihua is in danger. She is kidnapped and only Mr. Jiang can help her. Just let me talk to him once and you will know that I am not making things up!"

The receptionist glared at her.

"Enough of this. Please leave or I will call the security to drag you out."

Meng Ya gritted her teeth. She rubbed her brows. Suddenly her eyes twinkled.

"Assistant Fu! Yes! Call Assistant Fu Renshu. If not Mr. Jiang, then at least let me talk to him."

"Miss Meng! Assistant Fu is a busy man. He is an important figure second only to Sir Jiang Wei. He is Sir Jiang's trusted assistant, and he doesn't have time to deal with you. He has laid strict rules not to bother him with unnecessary things and without an appointment, nobody can meet Mr. Jiang."

"Are you an idiot?" Meng Ya burst in anger. "Here my friend is in danger and you care about a freaking appointment? Neither you are letting me talk to Mr. Jiang nor to Assistant Fu! You are wasting my time! Song Lihua will soon join this company and is this your attitude towards the employees?"

The receptionist's expression turned ugly.

"How dare you insult me? That's it! Get out."

She called some security guards. "Take her away. She is being a bother."

Two guards grabbed her both arms.

"Miss, please come with us. You are not allowed here anymore."

Meng Ya fumed. "Even my father will be allowed here you fools!"

She suddenly stomped hard on their feet with her heeled sandals.

"Ouch!" They yelped in pain.

Meng Ya took this chance and slipped out of their grasp. She ran towards the elevator with all her might.

The receptionist widened her eyes. "What are you doing! Stop her right now!"

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At the base, Lihua was watching Lang Min lie in utter shock.

"What mistress? Are you in your freaking mind? Now you are scared of them so you are shifting all the blame to me? I have never seen such a disgusting man like you!"

Lang Min yelled. "Shut up! Now you are denying everything! I kept you as my mistress, but you were only after my wealth. And then you stole all of it the moment you got your chance."

"Boss. She has all the money. You should target her!"

Chang Fang raised his brow.

"A mistress huh?"

Lihua speechlessly said, "Don't tell me you believe him?"

Lang Min quickly interrupted. "What is not there to believe? Just look at your clothes!"

She lowered her head. "What is wrong with my clothes?"

"They just scream how poor you are! So cheap. I pitied you and kept by my side, but you are a poor woman after all. Wealth makes people like you greedy. Your sight was always on my money."

"..."

She gritted her teeth. "Excuse me. This is the most expensive jeans I got in my wardrobe! How dare you call it cheap?"

"How expensive?"

"A whopping seventy-two Yuan!"

Lang Min - "..."

Chang Fang - "..."

All the subordinates - "..."

"Do you think seventy-two Yuan is cheap?" She glared at him.

Lang Min looked at Chang Fang. "See? Why wouldn't she steal my money? Trust me. She has all the money. And a young woman like her always looks for an easy source of cash. I thought she liked me but I fell for her trap."

"Eewww! Don't make me puke," Lihua made a disgusted face. "Firstly, I will never agree to be anybody's mistress. Secondly, even if by some cruel fate I am forced to, I won't choose a man in his forties who could be as old as my father!"

Lang Min's face contorted in an ugly expression.

"That man should at least be a Godly handsome prince like you read in fantasy. I won't accept anyone less than him."

She dreamily thought of Wei and drooled.

"*Ahem* And not only that, you are a heartless and cruel man who was about to kill an innocent child. You dare throw a cheque on my face. I would die rather than being your mistress!"

Suddenly, it struck her. She looked at Chang Fang and smiled. "Sir. Don't you find it strange that this man who claims he doesn't have your money would be in any position to give me a hefty cheque for compensation?"

Lang Min froze.

"What nonsense are you spouting! Don't listen to her Mr. Chang."

"I have evidence. I am still holding onto the cheque he gave me. He had even signed it. You can check my right hand."

Chang Fang signaled.

The leader of the masked goons immediately opened her fist and found a crumpled piece of paper.

He handed it to Chang Fang. "Boss!"

Lang Min paled.

Damn!

The cheque that he so hautily handed it to Lihua was now his source of doom.

Chang Fang glanced over it and squinted his gaze.

"Hoo...I didn't know that Lang Min has one million in his account."

He got up and dangerously walked over to him. He clutched his hair tightly.

"Ah!"

"I wonder how many more million of Yuan are you actually hiding with you huh?"

"No-no I-I…"

Lihua brightened. "Now can you let me go?"

Chang Fang snorted. "Of course not."

"Why not!? I proved to you that I got nothing to do with him!"

"You proved to me that he is lying about being broke, not that you don't have a relationship with him. What if you are really his mistress and indeed have some money on you? You might be a cautious woman who is cleverly not spending it to avoid trouble for sometime. Maybe you already knew that we are after him, so you might be very well dumping him into the fire to save yourself from getting burnt too.

So, no. You are staying here. I don't care if you are his mistress or not. I only care about my money. And if I feel the slightest suspicion, I won't let you go."