Chapter 0155

Liu Yuemei was horrified.

"No, no, I can't possibly do something like this."

Brother Dao slapped her hard across the face.

"Then pay up."

"I... I don't have the money."

It was only at this moment that Liu Yuemei realized that people in the underworld truly were scum.

"Bravo. No money, no work, and you still won’t let me tell your family? Who the hell do you think you are?"

With no other choice, Liu Yuemei resorted to her last weapon.

"Aren’t you afraid I’ll call the police?"

"Go ahead. Even if the cops fine me, you’ll still end up in jail. And the loan was signed under contract—interest-free, at that. Even if I go down, you’re still on the hook for the money."

Liu Yuemei was completely out of options. She felt like she had fallen into a bottomless abyss.

"Ms. Liu, to be honest, you’re quite attractive. Sure, you’re a bit older, but there are plenty of men who prefer women like you."

"If you work hard, you’ll ‘quickly’ pay off your debt."

Liu Yuemei remained silent. Brother Dao leaned in and whispered in her ear.

"After all... you wouldn’t want your husband to find out about all the money you owe, would you?"

Two hours later, Liu Yuemei stumbled out on trembling legs.

"Didn’t expect you’d be so popular. Remember—whenever I call, you come running. No refusals."

Liu Yuemei’s eyes widened.

"What did you say? You expect me to keep doing this?"

"Obviously. You think you’re made of gold? You owe me 100 million. After deducting the 50 million debt from your family, you still owe me 50 million. At 1,000 per session, that’s at least 50,000 times before we’re even."

Liu Yuemei was stunned.

Fifty thousand times?

Fifty thousand times?!

She was already in her forties.

Even if she lived to a hundred, she had less than sixty years left.

That meant three times a day.

Even if she worked twice as hard, she’d still be paying it off until she was nearly sixty.

For an ordinary person, earning 50 million by age sixty might not sound so bad.

But for Liu Yuemei, it meant throwing away her entire life—without a single penny to show for it.

"Fifty thousand is already a favor. You know the usual rate is much lower."

Liu Yuemei collapsed to the ground, but she didn’t dare cry.

"Either find a way to pay, or keep working. If you’re good at making clients spend more, you might even pay it off faster."

"Of course, I’m a reasonable man. If you ever scrape together the money, you’ll be free."

Liu Yuemei was utterly hopeless. What else could she do?

"Can I... leave now?"

Brother Dao handed her something.

"Put this on and get out. And don’t even think about running. There’s nowhere you can hide. When I call, you show up—no matter where you are—or go straight to the address I give you."

"Understood?"

"Damn it, I’m talking to you!"

"Y-yes... I understand."

Liu Yuemei wanted to cry, but she didn’t dare.

Brother Dao was terrifying.

Swallowing her shame, Liu Yuemei put on the device and staggered out of the entertainment club.

By the time she returned to her rented apartment, it was past midnight.

"Wife, why are you back so late?"

Liu Yuemei burst into tears and threw herself into Lin Tianba’s arms.

"Husband, I love you. I love you so much."

Lin Tianba comforted her, feeling satisfied.

Even in this situation, she still clung to him—this had to be love.

But Liu Yuemei’s behavior was just psychological.

A cheating spouse, no matter the reason, would always feel guilt.

Seeing their partner again, they’d shower them with affection to convince themselves it wasn’t their choice.

That they still loved the person beside them.

And that the affair was just... an accident.

Lin Jian frowned, sensing something was off.

His mother’s expression suggested she hadn’t gotten the money.

Seemed like he’d have to step in himself.

Relying on her was worse than relying on a dog.

Meanwhile, at the Dongtian Manor, Lin Ran was awakened by his phone buzzing.

It was a message from Brother Dao.

Reading it, Lin Ran smiled in satisfaction.

He’d said it before—no one would get off easy.

In this life, aside from loving Luo Yao, his greatest pleasure was watching his past enemies fall one by one.

Literally.

He really wanted to tell Lin Jian about Liu Yuemei’s situation, but he held back.

Not yet. If Lin Jian loved being shameless, wouldn’t it be better to let him see his mother’s disgrace with his own eyes?

Wouldn’t that break him?

Hah. He really was devious.

Lin Jian, you spread rumors about me—isn’t it only fair I retaliate?

Right?

"Ran, why aren’t you asleep yet?"

Luo Yao’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts. Lin Ran turned and pulled her into his arms.

"Shouldn’t I be asking you that?"

He didn’t want to tell Luo Yao about this. It was too dirty.

She’d seen his violent side, his scheming side—but would she still love him if she saw this filth?

What he didn’t know was that Luo Yao had gotten the news ten minutes before him.

Seeing Lin Ran’s actions, something inside her shifted.

Her Ran... had become even more adorable.

This version of him only made her want to possess him more.

So once again, Luo Yao began to take what she wanted.

"Flying together so free and easy, soaring past the mortal world, forever side by side..."

To the melody of an elegant song, they lost themselves in each other.

The next day, Lin Ran returned to school.

Principal Tang had summoned him—for another speech.

He planned to invite Luo Yao again.

When Lin Ran entered the principal’s office, Principal Tang personally poured him water.

"Young Master Lin, so you’re Commissioner Chen’s grandson! What a coincidence!"

"Principal Tang, we’ve dealt with each other before. Just tell me what you need. If I can do it, I will."

"Nothing much. We’re planning a livestream for the alumni reunion on November 20th. As an outstanding representative, you must give a speech."

"But I’m not outstanding."

Lin Ran considered himself a failure. Without Luo Yao, his fate would’ve been miserable.

A useless man riding his wife’s coattails—what kind of outstanding representative was that?

"No, you are. No one compares to you."

Principal Tang was adamant.

"Fine. Since you think so highly of me, I’ll agree. Actually, the dean already mentioned this. Just tell me the topic and time."

Lin Ran planned to copy some random speech.

Principal Tang: "You’ll have ten minutes. The topic is up to you—your company, employment, housing prices, Luo Yao, whatever."