Love? The Reborn Me Just Wants to Obtain Rewards-Chapter 870 - 363 Confrontation_2

If he could copy the short video strategy, it meant the old fox had deduced from various signs how much importance I placed on short videos. So... is it possible... real estate is the same?

Su Huai quickly combed through his memories.

But the more he recalled, the more panicked he became. I swear I never mentioned it!

This old fox purely guessed it with his astonishing intuition!

For the first time in both lifetimes, Su Huai finally experienced the terror of a top master.

If I didn’t have my cheat code, how smart would I need to be just to sit at the same table and play with them?

Damn it, good thing I’ve got my cheat—and it’s even more outrageous...

"Alright, alright, you’re great!"

Su Huai adjusted his emotions, forced a smile, and gave a thumbs-up, then jabbed at Gu Tongshu’s chest for emphasis.

"But now, why would I still need to borrow your high-interest loan? Gu’s about to have money flowing in~~~ Hehe, thank you so much for your kindness!"

Crack!

Gu Tongshu accidentally crushed a bag of tea leaves in his hand.

The two men, like eagles, locked eyes tightly, both in foul moods—an undeniable standoff to mutual destruction.

But surprisingly, this time, it was Gu Tongshu who regained composure first.

"It doesn’t matter. If spending money makes Yueyue happy, then let her spend it! It’s not like I can’t earn it, right? Su, why don’t you help assess—how much can Gu Clan make right now by leading an investment into RedNote or Kuaishou?"

Old Man struck another blow, hitting harder, right in the gut.

Su Huai was infuriated for half the day but couldn’t think of a comeback.

Every penny you make is the juicy, massive profit I’m jealous of but can’t touch!

If Xingyu had even $5 billion in cash, let’s see if you’d manage to grab even a crumb!

"Haha... Congratulations, congratulations..."

Gou Huai stretched his acting skills to their limits, barely keeping the twitch in his facial muscles under control, though his expression still reeked with bitterness.

"Ah, wait a minute!" He suddenly slapped his forehead. "I meant to say congratulations to both of us—it’s a win-win for me too, right? A great deal!"

"Ah, yes, yes, indeed!" Gu Tongshu nodded with a pleasant smile. "Glad you’re taking it well. After all, I kind of took advantage of you; as your uncle, I do feel a bit guilty, you know..."

Seriously? Again?

Su Huai was so mad he nearly exploded. Forget it—time to play all out!

"Since you feel guilty, how about compensating your little brother here, huh? Lend me your Middle Eastern network—I’ve got some business to handle there..."

Before Su Huai could finish, Gu Tongshu slammed the table: "You brat, got quite the ambition, huh? What’s this, you think I’m your brother now?!"

Su Huai sent over a video in response, watching him with a half-smile as he said slowly: "I don’t have that much free time. It’s just that Big Bro here has been too passionately persuasive..."

What now?!

Gu Tongshu suspiciously opened the video, and his face instantly froze.

"What are you recording for? Don’t point that thing at me! I’m a humble and grounded man! Wait, wait, let me fix my hair first!"

In the video, he whipped out a comb and started styling his hair with a dramatic flair, then boasted: "Let’s go, Big Bro will take you to swear brotherhood now!"

Holy shit!

You sneaky little bastard set me up!

Gu Tongshu frantically closed the video, his face alternating between livid and pale, too embarrassed to lash out, yet clueless on how to mock his way out of it, his toes curling awkwardly into the floor.

"Uh..."

"What?"

"Nothing."

"Then, about the Middle Eastern business?"

"..."

What followed was yet another long standoff.

Then suddenly, both men burst out laughing at the same time.

"Hahaha!"

"Hehehe..."

So, this is what mutual understanding looks like? Honestly, you two might as well be real father and son.

Even after laughing, the atmosphere didn’t improve in the slightest.

Because while they shared the common goal of "making Little Gu happy," they were opposites when it came to core interests.

Gu Tongshu wanted control. Su Huai wanted to wrest control away.

It’s almost like imperial power back in ancient times—the Emperor himself, thriving and ambitious, while the Prince Consort refuses to live under his dominion, striving to carve out his own kingdom and take the sole heir away.

Still, after their laughter, they ended up laying their cards on the table—it was at least a small step forward.

"You can use Tianyi’s money, but under no circumstances are you allowed to get married. You’ll be Yueyue’s friend, taking care of her until at least thirty. And when necessary, you’ll hold up Tianyi until the child Lezhi and I have is old enough to take over."

Gu Tongshu laid down his conditions coldly.

Su Huai smirked: "Why should I? You can’t control whether I use Tianyi’s money, and you certainly can’t control whether I get married."

Gu Tongshu’s gaze suddenly turned icy: "If you keep talking like this, the Gu Family will cut all ties with you for good. Yueyue will be yours, and Lezhi and I will send our blessings your way."

Is that a threat?

Yes, indeed.

Gu Tongshu was tiptoeing around, too cautious to actually harm Su Huai. The most he could do was sever ties completely, keeping an out-of-sight, out-of-mind approach.

But for Su Huai, cutting ties with the Gu Family entirely meant taking on Tianyi and Little Gu’s future starting right now, without delay.

Damn it. Think about it—

A massive investment group with a net worth of $30 billion, combined with the aggressively expanding Xingyu, would completely consume every moment of his life.

Being busy wasn’t the issue. The problem was—how long would this go on?

Little Gu didn’t need money; she needed emotional connection and companionship.

But Tianyi couldn’t be neglected. Neither could Xingyu. Once the responsibility was accepted, there was no throwing it off again.

Gu Tongshu’s "ridiculous" threat actually hit Su Huai square in the guilt.

He couldn’t just use Little Gu and discard her—that wasn’t who he was. But at the same time, he also wasn’t ready to take over Little Gu’s life completely—not this soon.

The old fox was acutely aware of this, betting on the fact that Su Huai wouldn’t abandon Yueyue no matter what. That’s why he dared to play dirty here.

What, does he think he can just give up his precious daughter? Nonsense.

So Su Huai shamelessly countered: "Alright, then go ahead and give her a little brother or sister right away. In the meantime, I’ll ask Pei Shuyu and Chen Nuanhan to each have a child to adopt to Yueyue, so she’s got kids to amuse herself with. That way, we can stay pure and simply be lifelong good friends. Seems fair enough, right?"

Gu Tongshu’s mouth twitched, and his fists clenched.

Outside the room, Gu Jiuyue, who was just about to push open the door, froze in place.

Her fingers jerked back from the door as if electrocuted, her expression dimmed, and her heart tightened painfully.

Before the sharper pain could consume her, she decisively turned around, headed back to her bedroom, and calmly said to Andy, "I’m feeling a bit unwell. Could you examine me, Sis?"

Andy and Lan panicked, quickly helping her to the bed, checking her pulse and listening to her heartbeat simultaneously.

"There are some irregularities—feels like random spasms caused by a viral cold."

"No, it’s an interrupted pulse—symptoms of heart stagnation."

Lan swiftly inserted a few needles into Gu Jiuyue’s hand, speaking gently, "What’s wrong? You seemed fine when you got up just now."

"Nothing. Just felt a little nauseated when I stepped into the sun."

Gu Jiuyue shook her head, skillfully slowed her breathing, emptied her mind, and forced herself not to think about those words or what they meant.

Her palpitations soon eased, and her pulse steadied.

Andy and Lan double-checked and concluded it was nothing serious, just a minor episode, so they didn’t overreact.

It wasn’t that they were indifferent—it’s just that, after over a decade of countless close calls, they were used to it.

But Wu kept it in mind and quietly reported it to Gu Tongshu.

"Miss just had a brief episode upon waking—nausea accompanied by arrhythmia and prickly pain. It was short-lived, and she’s recovered now, but I wouldn’t recommend any significant activities this afternoon..."

Gu Tongshu and Su Huai looked at each other in silence, suddenly losing the mood to argue.

"Got it. Follow the contingency plan and prioritize her mood above all else," Gu Tongshu calmly instructed Wu.

After Wu left, his straight-backed posture suddenly slouched.

Seeing this, Su Huai, though not particularly burdened, couldn’t help but sigh.

No matter the clash, as a father, Gu Tongshu is damn good.

Maybe... I should give a little ground too?