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Chapter 925: Demanding Compensation

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This was exactly what Fan Yingrong wanted to hear: "Great!"

Then she got up and followed Huang Erhe, leaving Maowa there alone without saying a word.

Instead, Huang Erhe instructed his son, "Maowa, you eat slowly here by yourself, and come home with me later."

"I understand." Maowa didn't want to get involved, and he couldn't interfere in his parents' affairs. He silently continued eating, and didn't forget to politely thank the waiter who brought the barbecue. He would also ask the waiter for some more barbecue he wanted.

Huang Erhe found a seat far away from Maowa and sat down. He questioned Fan Yingrong with an unhappy expression, "What do you mean? Why didn't you call me before bringing Maowa out?"

Fan Yingrong snorted coldly and retorted sarcastically, "What are you saying? Maowa is also my son. Can't a mother treat her son to a meal?"

Huang Erhe suppressed his anger and said in a low voice, "Fan Yingrong, we signed an agreement when we divorced. I have custody of Maowa, and you only have visitation rights. Moreover, it was agreed that Maowa would spend one day a month with you. I'm reminding you, this month's time hasn't come yet."

"Oh, it would have been fine if you hadn't brought up the custody issue. But since you have, I'll tell you what's going on today. I regret the agreement I signed back then. I'm going to hire a lawyer to help me fight this case and get my custody of Maowa back."

Upon hearing this, Huang Erhe flew into a rage.

Fan Yingrong, on the other hand, felt extremely pleased to see Huang Erhe like this; she wanted to see Huang Erhe in a fit of rage.

However, she didn't really want to gain custody of Maowa. Her real intention was to use this as a pretext to demand additional compensation from Huang Erhe.

"You want to sue me? Fine! Let's see if the court will support you or me." Despite his anger, Huang Erhe remained clear-headed and calmly dealt with Fan Yingrong.

Unfortunately, Fan Yingrong came prepared: "You surnamed Huang, your Huang family is bullying me, a woman from out of town. Let me tell you the truth, I've already contacted reporters. I want to see if your brother can cover up the truth. I'm going to tell reporters all the good things your Huang family has done and expose them to the public."

This made Huang Erhe panic. He wasn't afraid of lawsuits, but this woman's threat to reveal the Huang family's affairs to reporters was troublesome.

He knew his younger brother disliked being gossiped about and valued his privacy highly. Fan Yingrong, on the other hand, knew a lot about the Huang family. She was the former second daughter-in-law of the Huang family and his ex-wife. If she were to reveal information, countless media outlets and newspapers would be interested.

The family secrets of Asia's richest man—this is a huge scandal! No, it's a whole bunch of scandals.

Once it's published, it'll definitely be the hottest gossip news of the year.

Although there was nothing particularly messy about it, the fact that he divorced Fan Yingrong could be sensationalized as a family feud. Huang Erhe even came up with a headline: "The brother of Asia's richest man abandons his wife and marries a new lover. Is this a distortion of human nature or a decline in morality?"

In this way, even Cheng Jing will be involved, and the Cheng family will definitely be affected. Moreover, if his parents find out, they will definitely be very angry. If he hadn't been blind to marry this woman back then, none of this would have happened. Thinking of this, Huang Erhe began to consider compromising.

Huang Erhe took a deep breath, trying his best to calm himself down.

After calming down, he looked at his son, who was about ten meters away, and asked in a deep voice, "What exactly do you want?"

Having been married for several years, he understood Fan Yingrong's habits.

Fan Yingrong was the same. Hearing Huang Erhe's words, she knew that her plan had succeeded, and a smug smile immediately appeared on her face.

"Scared? In that case, I have another idea. Would you like to hear it?"

Huang Erhe said impatiently, "Speak quickly if you have something to say, I still need to take Maowa back later."

"Actually, I didn't want to make a big fuss about it. After all, Maowa is my own son, and it wouldn't be good for him if things got out of hand." As she said this, Fan Yingrong glanced at Huang Erhe's expression.

Seeing that his expression remained unchanged, she then stated her conditions: "As long as you compensate me with an additional sum of money, I will continue to abide by the original agreement, only meeting with Maowa once a month, and I will absolutely not cause you any trouble. I will keep all matters concerning your Huang family to myself."

Huang Erhe laughed in anger: "When we divorced, you received a house and a considerable amount of cash, right? Enough for you to live comfortably for the rest of your life. What? You've spent all the money?"

Stung by this, Fan Yingrong's voice immediately became shrill: "Bullshit! You surnamed Huang, put your hand on your heart and tell me, is the little money you gave me enough for me to live on for the rest of my life?"

Then she stared intently at Huang Erhe: "I don't care. Now I want to do some legitimate business and earn some money for my retirement. But I don't have the start-up capital, while you do. And this money is nothing to you, but it's very important to me."

Fan Yingrong dared to say this because she knew that the trust that Huang Erhe's younger brother ran gave Huang Erhe at least several million yuan a year. Moreover, when she was in charge, this amount of money was not fixed, but increased by a certain percentage every year, so it must be several million yuan a year now.

Upon hearing this, Huang Erhe's expression immediately softened. For him, anything that could be solved with money was fine, better than getting into a lot of trouble!

Fan Yingrong naturally noticed the change in Huang Erhe's expression, after all, the two had been husband and wife for several years.

She pressed her advantage, softening her tone and feigning pitifulness: "You now have a son and a daughter, and a happy family, but what about me? I still don't have a proper job. You know how long the little money you gave me can last if I just sit around and do nothing, look at the prices now. That's why I'm thinking of starting a business to support myself. Erhe, I promise you, as long as I get the money, I promise I won't disturb your life, just like before."

Sure enough, Huang Erhe relented: "How much do you want?"

Upon seeing this, Fan Yingrong swiftly extended a hand.

Huang Erhe asked in surprise, "Five hundred thousand?"

Fan Yingrong corrected her with displeasure: "Trying to fob off a beggar? Others may not know, but I know how much you have. How dare you mention such a small amount of money?"

Huang Erhe gritted his teeth and asked, "Then how much do you want?"

Fan Yingrong said bluntly, "Five million is a sum you can afford. Besides, it's not even a drop in the ocean for your Huang family. I didn't ask for more than that."

Huang Erhe was panting heavily with anger.

Fan Yingrong then said, "Just consider this money as hush money or compensation. Don't you think that if your family's affairs were to become known to the whole country, your brother would definitely lose face, wouldn't he?"

Hearing this, Huang Erhe forcefully suppressed his anger.

"Two million. That's all I have right now. The rest is invested or deposited in fixed-term deposits."

Unexpectedly, Fan Yingrong flatly refused: "No, it has to be five million, not a penny less."

She then pressed on, saying, "You can definitely scrape together this amount of money. I'll give you three days. Let me know when you've finished, and then we'll meet again."

After saying that, Fan Yingrong stood up and left without even glancing at her son, Maowa.