"Damn it, get lost already."
Several drivers cursed as they dumped Lin Tianba onto the sidewalk.
Beaten black and blue, Lin Tianba still forced himself to stand, staggering toward the direction of Dongtian Manor.
"You ungrateful brat, just wait. I’m coming for you. You’d better behave, or I’ll teach you a lesson you won’t forget."
Clutching the object hidden in his coat, Lin Tianba felt a sliver of calm.
"And Luo Yao, you crazy woman, corrupting my son. If you don’t make me a CEO, I’ll make sure that brat never speaks to you again."
Lin Tianba wasn’t afraid—not one bit. His confidence stemmed from one thing: his identity.
After all, that lunatic woman was technically his daughter-in-law. What could she possibly do to him?
Self-defense statement: In relationships, neither gender is inherently disadvantaged. Women rarely demand paternity tests because they know who the father is. Men feel uncertain, but that doesn’t make them victims. If all men were decent, there’d be no cheated husbands. The number of toxic men and women balances out in the end.
Inside the manor, Lin Ran and Luo Yao received news.
Today, Samsung Group had finally retaliated. After their fallout with Luo Corporation, they’d joined forces with three major families in Modu: the Lu Family, Li Family, and Wang Family.
These families had long resented Luo Corporation.
Since Luo Yao took the reins, she’d dominated every industry like a wrecking ball.
At first, her ruthless tactics quickly elevated Luo Corporation to the top of the business world.
Then, this madwoman began playing games—disrupting industries left and right. Just when everyone thought Luo Corporation would flame out, it quietly infiltrated every sector.
Even bystanders got smacked. Take Moo Electronics, for example—a company known for sturdy but ugly power strips. When customers complained about the design, their response was, "Take it or leave it."
Luo Yao responded by acquiring a factory and flooding the market with sleek, high-quality power strips, nearly bankrupting Moo overnight.
Or the stationery manufacturer blindsided by Luo Corporation’s dirt-cheap, ultra-smooth pens.
This indiscriminate business strategy left everyone stunned.
Most assumed Luo Corporation was just burning cash—until they realized there was more to it.
By the time Luo Corporation became an unstoppable behemoth, it was too late.
The company dominated every field, whether profitable or not. Its reputation skyrocketed, profits soared, and it effortlessly climbed into the top three conglomerates.
Then Luo Yao pivoted to the most capital-intensive industry: tech. And succeeded spectacularly.
Now, many government devices were sourced from Luo Corporation, sparking envy across the business world.
That was how Luo Corporation became the undisputed No. 1 chaebol.
The most shocking part? Luo Yao’s mystique. Even as the head of the top conglomerate, almost no one had seen her. Over the years, she’d turned Luo Corporation into her personal empire.
But now, her anonymity was gone. Thanks to her relationship with Lin Ran, the entire nation knew her.
Countless men dreamed of "having a Luo Yao."
Lin Ran, meanwhile, became every man’s envy.
After Samsung’s re-entry into the Chinese market was rebuffed by Luo Corporation, they partnered with Modu’s three families—a united front to take Luo Yao down.
But Luo Yao couldn’t care less.
"Yao, you’re really not going to deal with them?"
"Who said I’m not? Just watch. They’ll fail spectacularly—and turn on each other."
Luo Yao’s confidence was never baseless.
"The Modu Tech City project will be ours."
Lin Ran gave a thumbs-up. "My wife is unstoppable. Truly the queen of chaebols."
Luo Yao draped her feet over Lin Ran’s lap, and he absentmindedly played with them.
"Luo Corporation didn’t get here the way they did. Do you know who has the most liquid cash among private individuals in China?"
Lin Ran answered without hesitation. "You, obviously."
Luo Yao smirked. "And does it make you happy that I’m this rich?"
"Of course! Your money is my money. I can buy whatever I want—you earn, I spend. Simple as that."
His answer was music to her ears.
Hadn’t she amassed all this wealth just to spoil her husband?
Wasn’t there a song about it?
"Wife Earns, Husband Spends," right?
"Ran, do you like money?"
"Who doesn’t love cash? Though at this point, it’s just numbers to me. I may not have much, but I’m not worried—my wife’s loaded."
As they joked about being slaves to wealth, Uncle Fu knocked and entered the bedroom.
"Young Master Lin, Miss Luo, Lin Tianba is here. He’s outside the manor. What should we do?"
Lin Ran and Luo Yao exchanged glances.
"He dares show up here? Where does he get the nerve?"
Lin Ran was almost impressed. Lin Tianba’s shamelessness and delusional confidence were innate. Men like him either succeeded spectacularly or died trying.
"He’s already reached the outer grounds, heading this way. Should we have him thrown out?"
Lin Ran watched the snowflakes grow heavier outside the window and smirked.
"The weather’s turning cold. Maybe it’s time for that scum to get what’s coming."
Luo Yao asked, "Ran, do you need me?"
Lin Ran shook his head. "I’ll handle it. Don’t go out—remember how disgusting it was last time?"
Luo Yao shuddered at the memory and nodded.
"Go ahead, husband. Even if Lin Tianba kicks the bucket, don’t worry."
Last time, Lin Tianba’s outrageous behavior had left a lasting impression. If not for her ironclad composure, Luo Yao might’ve been mentally scarred by the Lin family’s antics.
Lin Ran pressed a finger to her lips.
"Shh! Keep it down. We can’t just ‘disappear’ people in this genre. One wrong word, and we’re in trouble."
Luo Yao’s anger flared.
"If Shen He keeps bothering you, I won’t mind adding a few more specimens to my collection. No one gets to mess with my husband."
Lin Ran grinned. "How about we spare him for now?"
"Fine. Your call."

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.

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