Everyone Hates My Frail Body.

Chapter 66: Frail Body

Chapter 66: Frail Body

“Write it.” Lu Beihuai observed the faint flush on Song Qie's ears, then stood up, leaning against the edge of the table with his coffee cup in hand. He casually bent one leg, a relaxed posture that contrasted sharply with the tension in the room. “Write it here.”

Song Qie placed his hands on the keyboard and looked up at him, feeling the weight of expectation.

Lu Beihuai suppressed a smile at the sight of Song Qie’s wide, pleading eyes—like a puppy asking for help. He took a sip of his coffee and walked toward the French window. “I don’t want to read it; you write it yourself.”

“Lu Beihuai…” Song Qie called softly, hesitant.

“Assistant Song, it’s working hours. It’s not appropriate to call me by my name,” Lu Beihuai replied, his back to the desk, lips curling slightly as he admired the skyline outside. To him, the looming threat of Kewen Pharmaceutical being shorted seemed almost trivial, overshadowed by his confidence.

Where there is a capital attack, there will be a counterattack.

Lu Beihuai was prepared. If others had chosen to short Kewen Pharmaceutical, they needed to brace themselves for the inevitable retaliation.

— Mr. Lu, you are young and promising. I believe our intentions for cooperation align. I am willing to purchase Kewen Pharmaceuticals at a high price for my lover and give you the profit, as long as you are willing to cooperate with me. You can think about it first. No matter the final share price of Kewen Pharmaceuticals, if it falls below $200 per share, I will still buy it at that price. If it rises above $200, I am willing to double my offer.

— Mr. Lu, isn’t the bargaining chip you gave me a bit too big?

— As long as this chip can cure my lover's immune system disease, I will not hesitate to spend all my money. Hundreds of billions are nothing to me. I look forward to your answer, Mr. Lu.

“Boss Lu,” Song Qie called out, turning his chair to face him. “I admit I didn’t notice this K-line combination right away.”

He never thought he would be slower than Lu Beihuai in spotting this particular K-line trend. The man’s keen insight was nothing short of terrifying. Even if Song Qie had noticed it, he would have expected the news of financial fraud to come out first.

In other circumstances, someone else might have held him accountable for the oversight, expecting Hongyu Capital to sort out the mess. But due to his negligence, the impending disaster had now fallen squarely on his shoulders, necessitating a suspension of trading.

This was serious.

Kewen Pharmaceutical still had a chance to turn things around, but only if the threat was identified early. And now, it was Lu Beihuai who had caught it first.

Even if they managed to stop the losses now, it would undoubtedly cause significant turmoil.

Tonight was going to be a difficult battle.

“Special Assistant Song,” Lu Beihuai called, turning slightly.

Song Qie looked up, meeting his gaze.

The man standing by the window was bathed in sunlight, holding his coffee cup with an ease that made him appear almost tranquil. Perhaps it was the softness of the light that tempered his strong aura. Lu Beihuai's calm demeanor suggested he would remain unflappable, even if the sky were to fall. As he sipped his coffee, he handled everything with an impressive level of poise, and Song Qie felt an unprecedented sense of security in his presence.