Thinking of this, Zhou Shiran cried again, pleading through her tears and snot.
“An Ning, please, save Xueqi, I admit my wrongdoing.”
An Ning had originally wanted to firmly refuse.
But after thinking for a long time, what benefit would she have from keeping An Xueqi in custody?
An Jiancheng would use his connections to smooth things over, and it probably wouldn’t be long before An Xueqi was released.
Any scandal would be thoroughly cleansed by Shui J.
Perhaps it was better, then, to extract some tangible benefit first.
Only with money in hand could she continue to deal with them.
“It is not impossible for me to drop the charges, but in exchange, I want ten percent of the shares of Jiren Hospital,” An Ning stated slowly and clearly, presenting her terms of negotiation.
“Bullshit, I’m not dead yet, and you’re already eyeing my shares?” An Jiancheng shouted angrily.
An Ning stood up indifferently.
“Fine, then we have nothing more to discuss.”
Having said that, she was about to leave.
Zhou Shiran quickly grabbed An Ning’s arm.
“An Ning, don’t listen to your dad, let’s talk this out.”
An Ning’s target was the shares; it was MONEY.
So, she wasn’t acting on impulse or emotion.
“But Mr.
An does not seem to want to talk with me,” An Ning said with a hint of helplessness.
Zhou Shiran held tight to her husband and continued to play the good person.
“Why don’t you speak nicely to An Ning and don’t take it out on your child.”
An Jiancheng, seething with hatred towards An Ning, retorted, “Speak nicely to her, why should I?
Damn it.”
An Ning shrugged.
“Of course, unless you want your daughter to continue languishing in jail.”
“You think you can really get her out, you think you really have that power?
I don’t believe it,” An Jiancheng said with contempt.
“That’s right, what power could an orphan like me possibly have?” An Ning said with a bitter smile.
An Jiancheng was enraged again.
Damn it, was she implying that he, her father, was dead?
“However…” An Ning suddenly changed her tone and spoke with extreme smugness.
“Even though I don’t have that power, haven’t you noticed that their executive officer is very interested in me?”
While saying this, she pointed at the two security guards.
An Jiancheng frowned and assessed the two bodyguards again.
“…”
An Ning spoke somewhat vexedly.
“To be honest with you, their president insists on having me as his wife and is currently pursuing me aggressively.
As for how formidable this president is…
I dare not say, but making An Xueqi unable to find footing in the entertainment industry is just a matter of minutes.”
“How could you, of all people, find a man with such a background?” An Jiancheng said, full of disbelief.
Xu Junjie looked at An Ning with eyes filled with pain and tension.
An Ning pursed her lips.
“If you don’t believe me, you can ask them if their president has the power to do it?”
An Ning was familiar with Yu Jingchen’s bodyguards; they were like brothers to her and had a strong sense of justice.
They wouldn’t expose her lies but would instead help her—she was certain of that.
An Jiancheng, Xu Junjie, and Zhou Shiran unanimously turned their questioning gazes towards Zhao Gang and the others.
As expected, Zhao Gang smirked, expressing limitless admiration for Yu Jingchen.
“It’s not just about a small actor; making the hottest film and television company disappear is also just a matter of minutes.”
The three of them couldn’t help but be shaken, extremely anxious.
“Dad, I’ll give you ten minutes to think about it.
If you want me to drop the charges, then you’ll need to produce ten percent of the shares.
Otherwise, I’ll call this man right now.”