Qin Qinghan seemed to also realize that Ye Fengwu was angry with her again.
So as soon as the car stopped, she wanted to escape.
However, before she could undo her seatbelt, a big hand pressed her down.
Qin Qinghan thought back to when he forcibly kissed her last night, and immediately became vigilant. She clenched her red lips and said, "If you want to bully me again, I will...I will bite you."
Hearing this, Ye Fengwu almost laughed out of amusement. Although Qin Qinghan looked gentle, she would not hesitate to make a move on anyone who dared violate her.
Like the earliest Jinbao, he didn't even get to touch Qin Qinghan's hand, yet his palm was pierced by Qin Qinghan's high heels.
Last time, when Gaohe asked her to be an accompanying girl, she brought a pair of scissors with her. If it came to a critical moment, Ye Fengwu had no doubt that Qin Qinghan would have stabbed them out.
What was most hateful was that this woman actually bit him yesterday.
So Ye Fengwu, who originally had some wicked thoughts, immediately dismissed them from his mind.
Right after, Ye Fengwu said coldly, "How many more times do I have to save you before you realize you're a stupid woman? What were you doing going to Xihui Heifeng's turf?"
Qin Qinghan knew she was in the wrong, so she lowered her face and said softly, "I just...just wanted to return the ring to you."
Hearing this, Ye Fengwu snorted, "A ring is not worth your life. If I hadn't followed you today, do you know what would have happened to you? You would have been ravaged and thrown into the river to feed the fish after being abused by Chen Yuanzhong's men."
Today, Ye Fengwu originally wanted to apologize for what happened yesterday, so he followed Qin Qinghan when she went out. But he didn't expect that she would pawn the ring to Chen Yuanzhong's pawn shop.
Qin Qinghan was not stupid. She could feel that Ye Fengwu was angry because he cared about her.
So Qin Qinghan didn't dare explain anything. She took out the 100,000 yuan from her bag and said, "Take this 100,000 yuan as my compensation to you."
Ye Fengwu snorted strangely, "100,000 for a ring worth 100 million US dollars? You want to brush me off with 100,000? No way."
For a woman like Qin Qinghan who was indifferent to threats, Ye Fengwu also lost his senses and started acting shamelessly.
Qin Qinghan was clearly angered by Ye Fengwu's shamelessness. Somewhat agitated, she said, "It was just a 20,000 yuan high imitation. Isn't 100,000 enough for you? If you think it's not enough, I'll return all the money you gave me yesterday. I just hope you don't keep pestering me."
Seeing Qin Qinghan get agitated, Ye Fengwu's tone gradually softened. He said, "Do you really think a 20,000 yuan high imitation could make Xihui Heifeng offend me at all costs?"
Hearing this, Qin Qinghan bit her red lips and said, "But he said the ring was stolen by his employee."
Ye Fengwu sneered contemptuously, "I wouldn't even believe the punctuation from that old fox's words."
Ye Fengwu guessed that the ring had probably already been taken back by Chen Yuanzhong. To get it back would likely not be an easy matter. That was why he was so decisive to take Qin Qinghan away.
But Qin Qinghan didn't think that way. She was very clear about what kind of figure Xihui Heifeng was. In the entire Haihua City, it seemed no one dared disrespect him with just one word from him.
But not only did Ye Fengwu beat up his bodyguard, he shamelessly extorted 100,000 yuan from him. From beginning to end, Xihui Heifeng didn't show any anger at all. On the contrary, he seemed eager for Ye Fengwu to leave quickly.
So Qin Qinghan guessed that Xihui Heifeng's wariness of Ye Fengwu likely couldn't be explained just by Jiang Hao's relationship. This person...what exactly did he do before?
"Also..." Ye Fengwu looked at Qin Qinghan and said again: "Your grandfather has agreed to let you marry me. If you drive me away, your grandfather will quickly marry you off to the Zhang family, and Jing Si will also be sent to a foster home where you'll never find her. Is that what you want?"
Hearing this, Qin Qinghan's expression immediately became hesitant. Her hands tightly gripped the corners of her clothes.
Qin Qinghan really hesitated. Ye Fengwu was right. Although Grandpa had driven her out of the Qin family, with the Qin family's power, without Ye Fengwu, she would probably be forcibly married into the Zhang family.
Even Jing Si would be sent away.
Also recalling everything Ye Fengwu had done for her these days, it was just that he was crude, overbearing, a strong killer, and what made her even more fearful was that he had killed Gaohe with just a pair of scissors.
Qin Qinghan racked her brains to think of a merit of Ye Fengwu's, but it seemed very difficult. His only redeeming quality seemed to be that he was really gentle to Jing Si.
After a long time, Qin Qinghan took a deep breath and bit her red lips. "I can let you come back, but...you have to promise me a few conditions."
Hearing this, Ye Fengwu was overjoyed in his heart, pretending to be calm as he said, "First of all, I can't keep sleeping on the sofa."
Qin Qinghan hesitated for a moment without rejecting him. Instead, she said, "You can't take advantage of me like last time. You can only sleep on the floor. If...if you want to get a marriage certificate with me, then be a good person and don't have anything more to do with Jiang Hao."
Qin Qinghan's words surprised Ye Fengwu, but also brought him a thrill of delight.
It was obvious that Qin Qinghan wanted to give him a chance, a chance to take care of her and her daughter forever, as long as he cut ties with Jiang Hao in the future.
But Jiang Hao had been a brother in life and death with him since they were young. On the battlefield, they could entrust their backs to each other.
So Ye Fengwu nodded very readily and said, "No problem. I stopped doing the things that brat Jiang Hao does long ago. Let's go home."
Qin Qinghan was a little surprised. She had thought Ye Fengwu would be reluctant, but didn't expect him to agree so readily.
To leave an even better impression on Qin Qinghan, Ye Fengwu suggested taking Jing Si in the afternoon to transfer schools and enroll her in the best elementary school in Haihua City.
...
Luohuang Building was located in the most prosperous area of Haihua City, and was also the only 75-story building in Haihua City.
The top floor was an extremely spacious and bright office. The facilities in the office were very simple. Apart from a few high-end sofas and coffee tables in the lounge area, there was only a set of desk and chairs by the window.
It was evident that the owner of the office liked quiet and open spaces.
The most luxurious and magnificent part of the office was the huge glass wall.
Standing in front of the glass wall, one could overlook the entire panoramic view of Haihua City.
At this time, a tall figure stood by the glass wall.
She wore a silver-gray business suit, with black hair coiled at the back. Even just looking at her back, one could feel the overbearing queen aura she exuded.
Knock knock knock!
At this moment, there was a knock on the office door.
"Come in," said the overbearing queen coolly. Even her voice seemed to contain an aura of arrogance.
With the sound of high heels, an elegant figure with a white blouse and blue skirt walked in briskly.
The woman looked twenty-four or twenty-five years old, with an extremely beautiful face. From her brows, one could vaguely see a sense of heroism and competence.
The woman was named Lin Yu, assistant to Luohuang Group's Chairman Luo Yihuaung, while also overseeing most of the operations of the entire Luohuang Group.
Lin Yu stopped behind the overbearing queen and said briskly, "Chairman Luo, as you expected, Qin Qinghan still can't find a job."
"It's time to extend an olive branch to her," said the overbearing queen lightly, with an unspeakable confidence in her tone.
When she turned to face Lin Yu, an unparalleled, indescribably beautiful, peerless face was revealed.
Although she wore no makeup, her facial features were exquisitely flawless.
Her phoenix eyes were as slender as danzhu jade, bright and confident. Below her refined snow-white nose, her red lips without any lipstick were as alluring as a blossom.
If Qin Qinghan's beauty could be described as ethereally refined, then this woman could only be described with one idiom - sculpted by divine hands. Nuwa must have favored her too much when molding humans.
She was Luo Yihuaung, the 26 year old chairwoman of Luohuang Group, with a net worth of billions and the fame of being the number one beauty in China.
Lin Yu's eyes held a trace of doubt as she said, "Chairwoman Luo, it's rare to see you take such an interest in someone. Is this Qin Qinghan really that capable?"
Luo Yihuaung's expression was calm. "Like me, she also graduated from Beijing University of Administration. It took me a year, her eight months."
Lin Yu said, "I heard that she graduated early because she had to take care of her daughter."
Luo Yihuaung did not deny this, only saying, "If she lacked ability, she wouldn't have been able to graduate early."

nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.

and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”

s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."