Mrs. Qin took a deep breath, thinking, what exactly is she afraid of? She’s his mother-in-law, he should respect her and treat her as an honored guest.

Thinking this way, she finally calmed down a bit: "Young Master, I came to see you today because I wanted to..."

She wanted to be direct like Jun Ruyi, to strike first.

However, Nalan Ye Jue’s cold eyes seemed to penetrate one’s heart, and he spoke slowly, indifferently: "If Mrs. Qin intends to say something that my wife doesn’t want to hear, there’s no need to say it."

Though his expression was warm, his tone was truly cold.

Mrs. Qin was taken aback.

She finally realized that even as his mother-in-law, she couldn’t do anything.

She was just an insignificant woman.

All the courtesy and respect he showed her were based solely on Qin Xin.

Mrs. Qin pursed her lips and smiled ingratiatingly: "Mr. Nalan, you’re overthinking it. Xin’er is my daughter, how could I make her unhappy?"

Nalan Ye Jue replied indifferently: "You came to see me behind her back, do you think she’d be happy?"

Mrs. Qin choked.

This man was too sharp.

She had worked hard to find out that Qin Xin went to the company today, confirming she was not with Nalan Ye Jue.

Only then did she come here with a thick skin.

Who knew that as soon as they met, this man saw through her intents.

Forget it, better not beat around the bush, just say it directly.

She awkwardly spoke again: "Actually, I’m not mainly here for Xin’er, but for Wen Rou. Mr. Nalan, you know my family’s current situation. Xin’er took away my and Wen Rou’s shares, and now I don’t have a penny. I don’t mind, an old lady doesn’t have much to spend on, but Wen Rou has a bad heart and urgently needs a heart transplant. They’ve even found a matching heart, only money is lacking."

Since Mrs. Qin had started, she decided to lay everything out: "I admit Xin’er and Wen Rou have some small disputes and conflicts, and I understand why Xin’er is unwilling to spend this money. But Mr. Nalan, you have siblings too, and you know blood is thicker than water. As the elder sister, could she really disregard her sister’s life and death? You’re Xin’er’s fiancé. For something Xin’er did inadequately, could you help her make up for it?"

Seeing Nalan Ye Jue listening quietly to her pleas, Mrs. Qin felt secretly happy.

She thought, after all, Mr. Nalan is a scion from a wealthy family. The cost of heart surgery to him is like eating a bowl of instant noodles to ordinary people.

As long as he felt compassionate and was willing to pay, then she wouldn’t need to bring up such an impossible matter as calling off the engagement, would she?

She’s no fool. Did Jun Ruyi think she could buy her off with ten million?

What a joke, the surgery for Wen Rou, to hire the best surgeon Queen, it is said to cost seventy to eighty million.

Rather than going to the trouble of calling off the engagement, it’s better to persuade Mr. Nalan to pay this money.

As long as Mr. Nalan pays, she’d immediately throw back Jun Ruyi’s worthless ten million check.

An old ginger is hotter than fresh; she had more than one card up her sleeve.

Mrs. Qin calculated in her heart, looking expectantly at Nalan Ye Jue.

Who would have expected.

Nalan Ye Jue replied slowly and methodically: "I can’t."

A flat rejection!

Mrs. Qin felt a constriction in her chest and murmured: "Mr. Nalan, it really isn’t much money, can’t you be a bit accommodating?"

Nalan Ye Jue’s gaze swept over her face coolly: "It’s not about the money. It’s Qin Wenrou, she doesn’t deserve it."

She doesn’t deserve a sister like Qin Xin.

She doesn’t deserve care and affection.