Yan Beichen was back on track. Dressed in a suit and tie once more, he radiated confidence.
He had already decided—he would marry Ruoruo in a month! But before that... Yan Beichen narrowed his eyes. "There are two people who need to be dealt with." During his time away, he had reflected deeply and realized one thing: how could he allow others to sleep soundly beside his own bed? Fang Zhiyi, that petty man, and his so-called younger brother, Yan Nanzhe, both had to be expelled from the company.
When the termination notice reached Fang Zhiyi, he took it surprisingly well. "Fine! But firing me requires compensation." He squeezed another payout out of Yan Beichen.
As for Yan Nanzhe, he gracefully returned his office to the company and left without a fuss—so smoothly that Yan Beichen was left bewildered. He had prepared for a drawn-out battle, ready to prove to Yan Nanzhe that even without their father's help, he was the superior one.
But Yan Nanzhe had simply surrendered?
Everything seemed to be returning to normal, yet the developments felt unsettling.
After Yan Nanzhe and Fang Zhiyi left, Yan Beichen was in his office, intimate with Xiao Ruoruo, when his door was knocked on. One after another, several managers came in to submit their resignations.
As a domineering CEO, Yan Beichen had no intention of retaining them. He impatiently waved them off, telling them to leave quickly.
Within a week, over half of Yan Corporation's middle and upper management had vanished. This anomaly quickly caught the attention of the board of directors.
"So, you're saying a newly established company poached them all?" The board members were stunned by the investigator's report.
The investigator nervously rubbed his hands. "The CEO of that company is..." His eyes flickered toward Yan Beichen.
"It's Yan Nanzhe, the younger brother of our CEO. The vice president is Fang Zhiyi, Yan Beichen's former assistant."
"What?!" The room erupted in shock.
Yan Beichen's face darkened, but before he could muster a retort—
"Additionally, I’ve received word that several of our major business partners have shifted their contracts to Nanzhi Corporation."
"Nanzhi... What an interesting name." Yan Beichen almost laughed in anger. How had these two managed to pull so many strings behind his back in such a short time?
"No matter. The game has only just begun." Yan Beichen took a deep breath, stood up, and planted his hands on the table, his gaze deep and confident.
Suddenly, the door swung open. A dozen uniformed officials entered. "Tax bureau. Who here is Yan Beichen?"
Yan Beichen had no idea how much his reckless behavior had jeopardized Yan Corporation. Fortunately, his father was still around. Through connections and hefty fines, he managed to get Yan Beichen out of trouble again.
Upon returning to the company, before he could even console the worried Xiao Ruoruo, worse news arrived. Employees were resigning en masse, and Yan Corporation's market share was rapidly shrinking, with all their former contracts flowing straight to Nanzhi.
The old man paced back and forth, hands clasped behind his back, before finally sighing heavily. He shot Yan Beichen a reproachful look. "You're excellent in every way—except when it comes to love. You take after me too much. No wonder you’re suffering." With that, he pulled out his phone and called his younger son.
His plan was simple: convince Yan Nanzhe to merge Nanzhi back into Yan Corporation. That way, everything would return to the family. But Yan Nanzhe’s response was icy. "No." The old man was so furious he stomped his feet.
Yan Beichen couldn’t take it anymore. "Just stay out of it. I’ll handle him. It’s just a small company—does he really think it’s some kind of treasure?"
The old man glared at him. "Small company? Do you have any idea how fast they’re expanding? Do you know where all our former employees went? Huh?" It was the first time he had ever shouted at his son.
Yan Beichen, taken aback by his father’s outburst, glanced at Xiao Ruoruo beside him and instantly hardened his tone. "So, begging him will help? You should retire." With that, he grabbed Xiao Ruoruo’s hand and stormed out, leaving the old man seething.
With Yan Corporation in shambles, Fang Zhiyi, who knew the company inside out, wasn’t about to let this opportunity slip. Thinking wasn’t his strong suit, but with the upper hand, he relentlessly expanded Nanzhi’s reach—even more ruthlessly than Yan Beichen ever had.
Soon, Yan Corporation was on the verge of collapse. The board was in chaos, demanding answers from the Yan family.
But Yan Beichen had no time for them. Between Xie Yutang reappearing and Xiao Ruoruo’s incessant nagging, he was at his wit’s end.
In his previous life, Yan Corporation had thrived, and Fang Zhiyi had obediently handled Xie Yutang for him. But now, he had lost every advantage.
Then came another blow. Lin Moyan, somehow learning of Yan Beichen’s tumultuous relationship with Xiao Ruoruo, sent over photos of their past intimacy.
Already drowning in chaos, Yan Beichen snapped. He grabbed Xiao Ruoruo, hurling insults at her. She fought back, and their verbal clash quickly escalated into a physical brawl—one where Xiao Ruoruo came out worse.
Xiao Ruoruo was hospitalized, and the blows kept coming for Yan Beichen. With him avoiding the shareholders, the desperate old man embezzled what remained of the company’s funds and fled abroad. Before leaving, he tried reaching out to Yan Nanzhe for help, but Yan Nanzhe refused to see him.
In an instant, Yan Beichen lost everything.
Well, not quite everything. Standing in the rain, holding a child, was Xie Yutang.
If he could rely on the Xie family, with his abilities, rebuilding his empire would be child’s play.
The Xie family wanted nothing to do with this fool—but they couldn’t control their even more foolish daughter. So, under their disdainful gazes, Yan Beichen married into the Xie family.
When Fang Zhiyi heard the news, he was surprised. "I thought domineering CEOs never bowed their heads."
Beside him, Yan Nanzhe chuckled. "Can’t deny a man’s growth, can you?" He didn’t fully understand Fang Zhiyi’s dislike for his older brother, but it didn’t matter—he wasn’t fond of him either.
"Then the Xie family’s collaboration is in your hands?" Yan Nanzhe stood up, stretching lazily.
"Where are you going?"
Without answering, Yan Nanzhe grinned foolishly and waved at a woman entering the room.
Fang Zhiyi glanced over and sighed. "Another lovesick fool."
Yan Nanzhe went shopping with Chen Wanting.
As for Xie Yutang’s older brother, Fang Zhiyi had only one demand.
"You know our CEO and your brother-in-law don’t get along. If things get messy because of that... you understand, right?" Fang Zhiyi didn’t mince words. With Nanzhi’s current momentum, he doubted anyone would dare cross them.
The next day, Xie Yutang’s entire family was kicked out of the Xie household. Still, the Xies had some compassion—they bought the couple a house in S City, gave them money, and told them to stay far away from A City.
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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