Jiang Beihe's eyes were vacant. When Lin Mo and the others entered and started blabbering in front of him, he barely registered it.
He had never endured such humiliating torment before.
At this moment, he felt like even his sphincter couldn’t stay clenched.
His jaw felt weak and sore too.
"Enough, let’s deal with the main matter first. Where’s the contract?" Lin Mo asked.
A secretary promptly pushed the door open and placed the contract before Lin Mo.
Lin Mo handed it to Chu Lintian.
Chu Lintian skimmed through it and realized the contract genuinely stated that Jiang Beihe was selling all his shares to her at par value.
The reason for the par value was simple—this world didn’t operate on the absurd notion of transferring ownership of shares for a few bucks with just a signature.
All share transfers required formalities like signed agreements, shareholder resolutions, industrial and commercial registration changes, and tax procedures.
Moreover, according to the Company Law, shares couldn’t be sold below par value—at best, they could be sold at par.
If you wanted to give shares away, there were limits, but selling them had no restrictions as long as the shareholders agreed.
"You’re giving me everything? What do you get out of it?" Chu Lintian looked at Lin Mo.
Lin Mo stroked his chin. "If I ever run short on cash in the future, you wouldn’t refuse me money, would you?"
Chu Lintian froze for a second before suddenly laughing. It was like a red rose blooming in a glacier—vibrant in color and rich in fragrance.
"I’ll give it all to you."
"No need. I’m not short on cash anyway."
Lin Mo sat on the sofa and turned his gaze to Jiang Beihe.
"Hey, Jiang Beihe, it’s confession time. Tell me, what evil deeds have you done?"
Lin Mo’s eyes glowed with a violet light.
In the next instant, Jiang Beihe was under his soul-snaring spell.
Watching this, Chu Lintian still found it astonishing.
"If you ever become a cop, you’d be a legendary detective."
"Easy. Even if I don’t become one, I’d still be a legendary detective if cases come my way."
But he wasn’t some death-attracting high schooler—cases wouldn’t just pile up around him.
Even if they did, it wasn’t his problem.
After all, Wei, who had died under his feet yesterday, was now utterly annihilated—not even Jesus could find his remains. That’s my word.
Jiang Beihe began his tale.
He wasn’t born into wealth, but he had a sharp mind and relentless ambition. After earning his first pot of gold, he sought new partners.
That was how he deliberately befriended the Eldest Brother of the Chu Family, who owned a rundown factory.
The Chu family’s eldest son was also sick of running the factory, so they hit it off and launched their own brand.
The brand took off, and the factory was mortgaged to fund production.
Eventually, sensing the timing was right, Jiang Beihe planned to sell the brand at a premium to maximize profits.
Chu Lintian’s brother shared his ambition—they sold the factory along with it.
With more capital, they ventured into diverse businesses.
The Great River Group began taking shape.
But soon, their visions diverged.
Jiang Beihe was a gambler in the business world, always chasing greater gains. But Chu Lintian’s brother, now married with children, no longer wanted to take risks.
Their rift widened like a crack until, during a critical project decision, they reached a deadlock.
So Jiang Beihe arranged an "accident."
A car crash. No survivors—except for Chu Miaomiao.
Chu Lintian ended up raising her.
Though the shares remained, Jiang Beihe no longer faced opposition in resolutions.
The Great River Group grew mightier, proving his decisions right.
But no amount of success could erase the fact that he’d killed Chu Lintian’s brother and sister-in-law for the sake of business.
From then on, Jiang Beihe grew tyrannical, eliminating obstacles in the business world with increasing ease.
Of course, he also noticed Chu Lintian investigating him.
At first, he felt guilty toward her and Chu Miaomiao. But as Chu Lintian became more of a nuisance, he sent Zhu Ligang to deal with her.
To say Jiang Beihe’s sins were innumerable would be an understatement.
His victims extended far beyond Chu Lintian and Chu Miaomiao.
Yet Chu Lintian couldn’t help burying her face in Lin Mo’s shoulder, sobbing.
Honestly, this aunt-niece pair really loved crying.
But Lin Mo stuck to his original plan and issued his command.
"Once you finish this, you can go die."
His icy tone made Chu Lintian lift her head to look at him.
After signing, Chu Lintian said, "Let me drive you back."
"Sure. He’ll cooperate with you 100%."
Lin Mo didn’t spare another glance, only telling the secretary, "Clean this up."
In Chu Lintian’s car, Lin Mo gazed out the window.
To him, all this was just weekend entertainment.
"Drop me off at Modern City."
"Why not let me take you home? Afraid I’ll find out where you live?"
Lin Mo shook his head. "No parking space further in. That area’s a market."
So he got out, waved without looking back, and walked home.
Nowadays, Lin Mo didn’t even need to unlock his door—he just phased through.
He lit incense for his parents. He knew they couldn’t receive it, but it gave him a sense of solace.
Often, religion was just a placebo, offering comfort to the heart.
Since he rarely stayed here, dust had settled everywhere despite the sealed space.
Lin Mo raised a hand, and spiritual energy gathered the dust into a swirling mass above his palm.
Then he flopped onto the sofa.
His phone buzzed with messages—some from Jiang Yunlu, others from Xie Yuling.
None from Chu Miaomiao, though.
She wasn’t the type to bother people often.
Still, Lin Mo fondly recalled the girl’s embrace from last night.
Elsewhere, Jiang Yunlou sat on a balcony swing, gazing at the river view. A glass of honey water rested beside her, and a book lay in her lap.
Ding-ding.
A message popped up on QQ. Jiang Yunlu picked up her phone, a flicker of delight in her eyes.
She quickly typed:
"What are you doing?"
"Just got home. Lounging around."
"Didn’t you say you were offering incense?"
"Done. Now relaxing. Later, I’ll grab some wonton noodles before heading back to my rented place in the afternoon."
"Next time, take me for wonton noodles? I want to try the ones near your place."
Girl, do your family know how bold you are?
Good thing Lin Mo wasn’t actually sixteen.
"Sure, no problem. The place near me’s an old-school gem."
Lin Mo was happy to chat with girls, passing the time in this laid-back life.
And so, time began to speed up.