Lu Jingchen, however, was unhurried. He picked up his chopsticks to grab some food and casually glanced at Nan Moyan, then said lightly, "No one really told me; you’re the first."

Nan Moyan, "..." What should I do? He couldn’t help but want to make a move!

After a long while, he let out a cold snort, then stood up and looked down at Lu Jingchen, saying, "If you don’t have much sincerity to negotiate with me, then let’s not waste each other’s time. Just like you said, if my sister were indeed your wife, I would be the first to disagree with her marrying a man like you."

Calling me here without saying a word and wasting each other’s time is truly disgraceful.

Nan Moyan considered himself experienced throughout the years, yet this was the first time he encountered someone on par with the United States’ federal agents and the FBI’s persistence.

It was truly infuriating.

If Song Qiao were really his sister, he would definitely be the first to oppose her being with a businessman like Lu Jingchen.

Assistant Xue, standing behind Lu Jingchen, remained expressionless as he glanced lightly at Nan Moyan and Brother Ping across from him, without any significant thoughts.

However, if he had been sent alone to negotiate, he doubted he could maintain the same composure as his boss.

Lu Jingchen’s chopstick hand paused momentarily, then he lifted his head and his casual gaze fell on Nan Moyan, as he spoke, "I can guarantee you won’t leave through this door."

Nan Moyan’s expression changed slightly, turning dark as he said in a deep voice, "What? You brought people here? Trying to trap me in this place? Don’t forget your wife, mother, and sister-in-law are still in my hands."

He paused, then sneered, "If I don’t return tonight, I dare to guarantee you that if any of my brothers accidentally harm your family, things won’t be pretty."

Yet, Lu Jingchen’s expression remained unchanged as he directly replied, "Rest assured, coming to see you, I never thought about bringing anyone along. But perhaps less than a minute after you entered this restaurant, agents from the United States and FBI followed suit. If you don’t believe me, open the door and see if they’re outside."

Upon hearing Lu Jingchen’s words, Nan Moyan’s face instantly shifted, his gaze fixed on Lu Jingchen as he almost gritted his teeth and said, "Are you the one who called them here?"

Lu Jingchen shrugged, "Sorry, it wasn’t me; I’m not interested."

Nan Moyan, "..." Who would believe that? I think it was you.

Brother Ping seemed unbelieving as he quietly walked to the door and cautiously cracked it open, indeed seeing several familiar faces in the corridor, which made him curse under his breath, "Damn..."

He closed the door and quickly approached his boss, his face looking unpleasant, "Boss, they’re really outside, and I even saw that old geezer."

Nan Moyan’s face immediately turned dark.

Lu Jingchen calmly picked up his chopsticks and continued eating as if he was genuinely there just to eat, appearing unaffected by anything happening around him.

Nan Moyan shifted his gaze to Lu Jingchen across from him, remaining silent for a few minutes before finally taking a deep breath and asking, "What is it that you really want?"

Lu Jingchen lifted his eyes to meet his, speaking calmly, "Release my wife and mother, and I’ll still give you the two hundred million. It will be transferred to your account before six tomorrow evening. Meanwhile... I want to know who instructed you to kidnap my wife and mother."

Nan Moyan let out a disdainful laugh, "Don’t you want the lost VIP client list data?"

Lu Jingchen’s tone was lighthearted, almost conversational, "To you, that data is just like scrap paper; you can choose to return it to me."

"Add another fifty million. I’ll agree to everything you want," said Nan Moyan, who didn’t like to do business at a loss, and besides, selling out the buyer’s information was entirely unprofessional.

Lu Jingchen thought for a moment and then nodded, "Deal."

"The one who hired us to kidnap your wife and mother is a woman, about twenty-six or twenty-seven, a local from An City, who studied abroad and has a grudge against your wife..." He stopped there, then continued casually, "That’s all I can tell you. Mr. Lu, you should know that in our line of work, we have our own rules."

Lu Jingchen set his chopsticks down as what Nan Moyan said brought a person to his mind almost immediately.

But he still wasn’t entirely sure, so he asked directly, "Is her surname Tan?"

Nan Moyan was slightly taken aback at first, but then replied impatiently, "I won’t tell you her surname. You can investigate on your own. That’s as much as I can say."

Lu Jingchen’s thin lips were pressed together silently, his expression inscrutable, as if considering something deeply.

What Nan Moyan said had already led him to think of one person, Tan Shuya.

Only Tan Shuya fit the conditions Nan Moyan described.

Tan Shuya, now twenty-seven, is a local from An City, studied abroad, and was even his schoolmate, with a history of grievances with Qiaoqiao.

Although Qiaoqiao didn’t mention it to him, he knew Tan Shuya had once provoked Qiaoqiao.

Most importantly, Tan Shuya had plenty of motive.

Nan Moyan stood there, looking at Lu Jingchen, growing increasingly impatient, "I’ve told you what you wanted to know. Your wife and mother will be returned later; the documents will be handed over to your wife, make sure to have the two hundred million ready for me..."

Lu Jingchen, snapping back to attention, replied lightly, "What I promised you will be fulfilled."

He paused, then changed the subject, "There’s still an old Mr. Song in the Song Family, who believed you passed away years ago. His health hasn’t been great, and he’s been thinking of you. If possible, I hope you reconcile with Qiaoqiao and visit old Mr. Song."

Nan Moyan looked at him, let out a cold laugh, "Without any DNA comparison, you’re so sure that I’m actually your wife’s brother?"

"I trust my instincts."

"Sometimes intuition is just an illusion."

"Then do you dare to take a DNA test with Qiaoqiao?"