Chapter 739: It’s Miss Ye, Ye Qianning

"Actually, I just landed a huge deal for our restaurant. Here, this is the payment."

"Well now, what kind of big deal is this? They’re certainly generous." The Shopkeeper took the money in his hands. Ten thousand taels!

"It’s for Old Prince Feng’s birthday celebration. He wants to hold it here at our Immortal Sea Building..."

The Shopkeeper’s expression froze. "Who did you say?"

"Old Prince Feng! It’s booked for the twelfth of the sixth month. Oh, right, I heard someone already has a reservation for that day. You’ll need to hurry and have someone clear it out to make space for Old Prince Feng—Ow! Shopkeeper, what are you doing?"

Before Qin Fuwei could finish speaking, a stack of gold bank notes was slapped across her face.

"Miss Qin, who gave you the nerve to accept this money?" The Shopkeeper exploded with rage.

"But... Shopkeeper, why would you turn down good money...?"

"Shut up! The affairs of the Immortal Sea Building are not for you to decide, Miss Qin. I’ve shown you respect because Master Luo placed you here, but you’ve taken a mile when I gave you an inch." The Shopkeeper already disliked the girl and usually couldn’t be bothered with her, but he never imagined she’d have the audacity to make decisions for the Immortal Sea Building.

Stunned by the scolding, Qin Fuwei finally reacted, her voice thick with indignation. "Shopkeeper, how can you talk to me like that? I was only trying to do what’s best for the Immortal Sea Building! He’s a Prince! Who holds more authority than a Prince?"

"I don’t care if he’s a Prince or not! You are to return this money exactly how you received it. On the twelfth of the sixth month, there is no place for Old Prince Feng at the Immortal Sea Building."

’Return it?’

The memory of the Prince’s entourage made Qin Fuwei’s blood run cold. "Shopkeeper, why do you have to be so stubborn? It’s all good money, isn’t it? Anyway, I don’t care. I’ve accepted the payment, so the twelfth of the sixth month has to be kept for them."

"Who do you think you are? You don’t call the shots at the Immortal Sea Building! Take the money and get out! Hurry up and get out!"

"I won’t—"

"What’s going on?"

A voice cut through the argument.

Qin Fuwei turned, and upon seeing the newcomer, her lower lip trembled and she burst into tears. She threw herself toward him. "Cousin! Cousin, you’re finally here! You have to stand up for me! The Shopkeeper is bullying me!"

Du Yi took a small step to the side, and Qin Fuwei stumbled into empty air.

"Cousin."

Without so much as a glance at her, Du Yi asked the Shopkeeper, "What happened?"

"Sigh, it’s all Miss Qin’s doing. You’ve just arrived in the city, so you’re not aware of the situation. The twelfth of the sixth month is Elder Chen’s birthday, and the restaurant was already booked for that day. As it turns out, Old Prince Feng’s birthday is also on the twelfth, and he demanded to book the Immortal Sea Building. Everyone knows what Old Prince Feng is up to; of course we couldn’t give him the reservation. But Miss Qin here went and accepted Old Prince Feng’s silver, and now she’s raising a fuss, insisting we clear out the restaurant for his birthday." As he spoke, the Shopkeeper shot several sharp glares at Qin Fuwei.

"Cousin, he’s a Prince of Nanyuan! Elder Chen never celebrates his birthday, so what difference does it make if he skips it this year? Besides... they gave us so much money." Qin Fuwei bent down, picked up the gold bank notes, and presented them to Du Yi.

"Return it."

"Cousin!"

"I said, return it."

Qin Fuwei spun around in a huff. "I won’t! I’m not returning it! Elder Chen is at the Immortal Sea Building every day. Why must he celebrate his birthday here? Besides, his parties are never that big. It’s such a waste to let him occupy the entire restaurant."

"Who says not many people are coming? Miss Ye had Luo Feng send out over a hundred invitations—"

"What ’Miss Ye’?"

Du Yi’s pupils contracted. He cut the Shopkeeper off.

"Why, Miss Ye Qianning, of course! She’s the one arranging Elder Chen’s birthday celebration and booking the Immortal Sea Building."

Du Yi’s shock melted into elation. His mind was filled with one name: Ye Qianning.

’Young Miss... is still alive?’