Park Gukchang knew his earlier actions had been reckless, so he quickly lowered his posture. Even though Luo Yao had mercilessly rejected him, he still refused to give up.
For a young master of Park Gukchang’s status, this was already astonishing. When had he ever been so humble before?
All because, up close, he realized this girl was even more beautiful than she had appeared from a distance.
Her figure, face, and demeanor were flawless, with nothing to criticize.
And most importantly, the woman before him didn’t seem to have undergone any cosmetic surgery.
Even for someone as experienced with women as him, he was completely smitten in that moment.
Luo Yao’s eyes held no warmth or emotion—only an icy, bone-chilling coldness.
Before Park Gukchang could finish speaking, Luo Yao moved with lightning speed, delivering a vicious kick that sent him flying three meters back.
Liu Meng sighed to herself, thinking inwardly:
"Is living not good enough for you?"
"Gah—!"
Park Gukchang crashed heavily onto the ground, clutching his stomach as his face instantly turned deathly pale.
It felt like fire was burning inside him, his organs nearly shattered by the force of the kick. The excruciating pain left him gasping for breath.
After a long moment, he struggled to his feet, his eyes filled with fury as he glared at Luo Yao and Liu Meng.
"You… I’ll make sure you both—"
He spoke through gritted teeth, his expression like that of an enraged lion ready to tear the two of them apart.
But halfway through his threat, he suddenly remembered—this was China, not South Korea, where he could do as he pleased.
Here, reckless actions could land him in serious trouble.
Suppressing his rage, he changed his tone:
"I kindly invited you to dine together, and you resorted to violence? You think you’re so high and mighty—do you even know who I am? If you did, you’d regret what you just did. Do you really believe I’m not worthy of knowing you?"
"Of course you’re not." Before Luo Yao could respond, Liu Meng cut in, her eyes brimming with disdain.
"What kind of pathetic loser are you? You think you’re fit to approach our President Luo?"
Her words were cutting. She wouldn’t let this arrogant fool insult President Luo.
Park Gukchang didn’t understand the slang term "loser," but he caught the first part. "I’m not worthy?"
He scoffed, rubbing his ear as if he’d just heard the funniest joke in the world.
He was the young master of Samsung Group—a corporate behemoth in South Korea, a trillion-dollar conglomerate.
How could he accept being told he wasn’t good enough by some Chinese woman? It was a massive blow to his pride.
By now, the onlookers had started murmuring.
Liu Meng added, "In China, the only friends you’re fit to make are dogs."
Her voice rang clear and sharp, cutting through the crowd.
"Damn, this Korean’s hilarious. Even with a supercar, he can’t pick up girls. Suddenly, I feel much better about myself," one young man laughed, nudging his friend with a look of schadenfreude.
"Hahaha, spending billions just to get rejected?" Another joined in, and soon the crowd burst into laughter.
"Are you blind? Don’t you know who that woman is?"
"Holy shit, Luo Luo Luo... I gotta go, I’m scared of a lawsuit..."
Someone seemed to have realized Luo Yao’s identity, their face paling as they quickly turned to leave, afraid of being dragged into the mess.
Listening to the murmurs around him, Park Gukchang finally snapped.
Though he couldn’t fully understand what these people were saying, their mocking voices felt like sharp needles, piercing and unbearable, stabbing straight into his heart.
His face burned as if he’d been slapped hard, the humiliation searing.
"Fine, fine! Never has a woman dared to humiliate me to my face. Since you refuse the easy way, I’ll have to force it. Let me make this clear—women like you in South Korea are nothing but playthings to me..."
A vicious glint flashed in Park Gukchang’s eyes as he completely lost control, reaching out to grab Luo Yao with a rough, savage motion.
Liu Meng closed her eyes, unwilling to witness the brutality.
Luo Yao suddenly lashed out with another kick—this one even stronger and faster than before.
Park Gukchang flew through the air like a ragdoll, his body arcing in a humiliating trajectory. Mid-flight, Luo Yao seized his hair with lightning speed, yanking him down into a brutal aerial shoulder throw.
He crashed hard onto the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust. The impact was so severe that not only did he hit the pavement, but a chunk of his hair was torn out, instantly transforming his once-stylish look into a patchy mess.
"Ah—!"
Park Gukchang let out a howl of pain. This time, he was completely incapacitated, lying on the ground questioning his life choices.
Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined being beaten so badly by a woman. To him, this was the ultimate disgrace.
Luo Yao stared down at him coldly, her eyes devoid of pity, as if he were nothing more than an insignificant insect.
She flicked away the clump of hair in her hand, the gesture dripping with disdain.
Liu Meng thoughtfully handed her a disinfectant wipe. She knew Luo Yao had a deep aversion to men—even though she’d just thrown this one to the ground, touching his hair required sanitizing.
As Luo Yao’s personal assistant, Liu Meng was attuned to her habits and next moves.
Wiping her hands, Luo Yao said softly, "If you don’t leave now, you won’t get another chance."
Her voice was quiet but icy, carrying an authority that brooked no argument.
Had this happened inside Luo Corporation, Park Gukchang would already be a corpse. But they were on a public street.
Even Luo Yao wouldn’t kill in broad daylight.
Not because she didn’t dare—but because blood might splatter on her, and that would ruin her appearance.
She refused to meet Lin Ran looking anything less than flawless.
So after every altercation, she always cleaned up before seeing him. That was Luo Yao—a woman as beautiful as she was dangerous.
Just then, Park Gukchang’s assistant finally snapped out of his daze, his face ghostly pale, hands trembling slightly.
He hastily set down the camera—originally meant to document Park Gukchang’s "conquests"—now evidence of his brutal beating.
Ignoring it, he rushed to Park Gukchang’s side, calling out in panic.
"Boss, are you okay? Are you alright? Are you hurt?"
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
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."
o a martial world and obtained a system that allowed him to draw one entry per year. Unfortunately, all he drew were useless white-tier entries. The probability for high-quality entries was extremely low, with the highest-tier mythic entry having a mere 0.001% chance! To increase the probability, he had to improve his martial realm, but he lacked the innate talent for cultivation. At the age of eighteen, Chen Yi fell into the hands of a gang and was forced into hard labor. Just as his life seemed destined for a bleak end, on his 18th entry draw, he actually pulled a mythic entry—Simulator! In the simulation, he could also draw one entry every year that passed, and upon ending the simulation, he would inherit all entries and his martial realm! In his first simulation, Chen Yi struggled desperately just to survive, knowing that living one more year meant one more entry draw! Finally, with hair turned white, he drew the entry he had longed for—Low-Grade Innate Talent! "Hahaha! Don't bully the old and poor! Time to cultivate and inherit my cultivation base!" ... From then on, Chen Yi continuously simulated and drew entries, his martial realm soaring higher and higher! Epic, legendary, and even mythic entries were gathered into his collection one after another! "What demon race or devil race? What dark turmoil? I don't know anything about that. They just charged at me screaming 'How can you possibly ascend to immortality?!' and got stuck to my fists, unable to be shaken off. Blind spots, speed bumps... go talk to my simulator. We're all struggling to survive out here. I'm trying so hard, so how are they still alive?"
