C489 Young Master Shang's Betrothal Gifts

Shang Shiche was stunned when he heard Ling Xichen call him big brother.

"I made a mistake just now. Don't be angry with me." Ling Xichen reached out his hand and grabbed Shang Shiche. "Brother, thank you for saving me."

Shang Shiche could not help but smile. He nodded. "I am not angry."

Young Master Shang stood at the side and looked at the woman and the two children. He felt extremely happy. He could be called the "winner in life."

However, Young Master Shang's happiness did not last long, because in the next second, the prince charming's words had thrown him into the cold palace.

"Alright, Rong Rong, now that Shang Moze's injuries have healed, it's time for you to go back with me."

"Master Yung," he took a step forward. The expression on Young Master Shang's face could almost be described as "darkness."

"This is my wife and son. Where are you taking them back to?"

Hehe. Yung Yuebai's eyes were slightly raised, full of evil. "Young Master Shang, could it be that you are mistaken?"

"This big one is called Yung Yueqing, the second princess of Snow. This small one is called Ling Xichen, the Little Prince of Snow. What does it have to do with you, Shang Moze..."

"Yi Xiaomi is my wife!" Shang Moze's knuckles cracked. "Ling Xichen is also my son!"

"Your wife and son? Young Master Shang, do you need me to remind you? Yi Xiaomi jumped off the cliff four years ago. She will never be like this again."

Yi Xiaomi and Ling Xichen stood at the side and exchanged glances with each other. Then, they both stepped back.

Cough, cough. The two of them were just onlookers. Yes, yes, yes, that's it. It has nothing to do with me...

"Yung Yuebai, I know that we had some conflicts in the past. You have a deep grudge against me."

Young Master Shang felt a headache coming on. Damn it, who would have thought that Yung Yuebai would be Yi Xiaomi's long-lost brother? If he had known earlier, he would have built a good relationship with her.

Now it was good. This bastard turned over his slave and sang. He could only be oppressed and could only accept it. He could not do anything.

"Master Yung, why don't we bury the hatchet?" Shang Moze glanced to the side. "Leave your wife and son to me. We will write off all our past grudges."

Damn it, Ling Xichen, this brat, would definitely help him.

"Young Master Shang is dreaming. The princess of Snow does not need a husband like you."

What the f * ck... Yi Xiaomi almost spat out a mouthful of blood in her throat. What Yung Yuebai said was really too much.

It was as if she had a lot of husbands...

"Didn't Master Yung want the sea in the east?" Young Master Shang's handsome face did not show any expression. "How about it as a betrothal gift?"

"My Snow doesn't need that ocean."

Yung Yuebai didn't expect that the ocean in the east had always been Shang Moze's territory. What was important was not the sea but the resources, oil, rare metals, and the right to sail in the sea.

"In addition, the oil market in the Middle East, the diamond market in Africa, and the European military market."

Young Master Shang slightly narrowed his eyes and looked at the woman and Little Milk Bun standing at the side. "Master Yung, is this betrothal gift enough?"

This was all his money. Yung Yuebai looked at Yi Xiaomi and said slowly, "Rong Rong, what do you think?"

Swallowing her saliva, Yi Xiaomi only felt that Yung Yuebai was a little scary. She smiled foolishly and looked down at Little Milk Bun. "Little Prince, what do you think?"

Damn, was this his mother? She pushed herself out to be a target...

In fact, after Yi Xiaomi said this, everyone's gaze gathered on Ling Xichen.

"Mommy, this is a matter between you adults. Little Prince will listen to you."

Little Milk Bun began to make peace. Hehe, he would not be so stupid as to willingly become an arrow target.

Yi Xiaomi gritted her teeth. Damn it, little bastard!

"Rong Rong, what do you think of Young Master Shang's betrothal gift?" Yung Yuebai spoke again with an indifferent smile. It was hard to tell what he was thinking.

The green eyes kept turning and turning. Yi Xiaomi tried her best to ignore the fiery gaze that Shang Moze was giving her.

Young Master Shang, Young Master Shang, it's not that I don't agree with you, but Yung Yuebai has made it clear that he wants to play along with you...

As she thought about it, Yi Xiaomi gave a beautiful smile. Her voice was gentle, and she lowered her head in a shy manner.

"Brother, why are you asking me about this kind of thing? I will listen to you!"

Ling Xichen:... Mommy, can you be a little more normal? My goosebumps are all over the floor.

" Master Yung, "Shang Moze was so angry that his heart was about to explode. He felt helpless that his wife was in someone else's hands." What exactly do you want? Tell me. As long as I have it, I won't be stingy. "

Yung Yuebai shook his head with a look of pity. "Young Master Shang, so it turns out that in your heart, I am the kind of person who sells his sister for glory. Then we have nothing to talk about."

Endure... Endure... Shang Moze gritted his teeth. This showed that he wanted to torture himself. "Master Yung, it was my fault. Tell me, what do you want Yi Xiaomi to do to make her stay?"

"Young Master Shang, the people of Snow naturally want to bring them back. Why should we stay in A City?"

Yung Yuebai gave his sister a cold glance. His lips parted slightly. "Rong Rong, let's go."

Yi Xiaomi looked at Little Milk Bun with anxious eyes.

Ling Xichen replied with a look, which meant that there was nothing he could do.

"Master Yung, the latest batch of goods, firearms and ammunition, the latest research and development map." Shang Moze raised his deep eyes slightly.

Ling Xichen's mouth twitched. His former father could do it. In order to keep big idiot, he had to pay a huge price.

"Young Master Shang, I told you, my younger sister is not for sale."

Shang Moze knew that Yung Yuebai was holding a grudge against him for abandoning Yi Xiaomi at the wedding four years ago, and then Yi Xiaomi jumped off the cliff.

"Master Yung, why don't I just stand there and fight you? I will not fight back. If I can still stand up in the end, you can leave your wife and son to me."

The footsteps that were turning paused and turned around. The corner of Yung Yuebai's mouth curled up bit by bit. He sneered and said, "Shang Moze, you have thought it through."

"Master Yung, let's start." Shang Moze put his finger on his button and untied it one by one. He then threw his coat aside.

Yung Yuebai wanted to help Yi Xiaomi vent her anger. Shang Moze thought that if he did not let his brother-in-law vent his anger, Yi Xiaomi and Ling Xichen would not be able to stay.

Yung Yuebai squeezed his hands together and the corner of his mouth was cold. "Since Young Master Shang has invited me, then I will not be polite."

As soon as he said that, Yung Yuebai's fist smashed towards the man's handsome face with a fierce wind.