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.
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
