"I could have let you off the hook earlier, but the amount you embezzled wasn’t enough to land you in prison—until now."
After being restrained by bodyguards, Luo Wunai began to panic. If a full audit were conducted on her, there would truly be no chance of recovery.
"President Luo, is there really no way out for me?"
Lin Ran watched Luo Yao’s performance, inwardly marveling at her dominance. Was this the ruthless power of a tycoon?
Luo Yao sensed Lin Ran’s intense gaze, warmth flickering in her heart, though her expression remained icy.
"Is this your first day knowing me? Do you not understand who I am? Begging for mercy? Have you lost your mind?"
With that, Luo Yao sealed Luo Wunai’s fate.
Realizing her doom, Luo Wunai refused to go down without a fight.
"Ha! Luo Yao, do you think this is your turf in the capital? This is Shanghai. My security isn’t just for show."
"Security! Where are they? Get these people out of here! And Luo Yao—she’s trying to destroy everything. If I’m ousted today, every one of you could be next tomorrow!"
The room fell silent. Everyone lowered their heads.
They had heard rumors of Luo Yao’s mercilessness, but today, they witnessed it firsthand.
"More formidable than the legends," some muttered.
As for Luo Wunai? She was just a branch manager under Luo Yao—hardly worth risking their careers for.
The true authority in Luo Corporation had always been Luo Yao alone.
And embezzlement? A crime deserving of no sympathy.
Many secretly relished the moment.
Every corporation had its shadows, but when corruption reached the top, it was disastrous.
Someone like Luo Wunai, handing out promotions for bribes, stifled real talent—a terrifying thought.
Of course, not everyone despised her. Some of her accomplices debated whether to stand with her.
But Luo Yao swiftly crushed any such notions.
"Security? Sorry, I took control of this place before I even arrived. Your delusions of power in Shanghai? Just me letting you play the fool."
Luo Wunai was stunned. How had Luo Yao infiltrated her domain without her noticing?
She’d been so careful.
"Liu Meng, contact Xu Kai. Time to clean up."
"Right away, President Luo."
Liu Meng shot Luo Wunai a scornful look.
Embezzling billions in a single year? She’d signed her own death warrant.
Luo Wunai shrieked, "Luo Yao, you heartless monster! You’ll never know love! Even your own aunt—you’d send her to prison? You’re just a—"
A blur shot forward. A sharp slap cracked through the air.
SMACK!
Lin Ran’s eyes burned with fury. "Watch your damn mouth. Who says Yao doesn’t deserve love? Am I invisible? I missed hitting you at the family estate last time—consider this a make-up."
He’d already been furious about the embezzlement—those were Luo Yao’s funds, which meant his funds too.
But insulting his wife? Unforgivable.
If he didn’t slap her senseless, his surname might as well be "Two Trees."
Lin Ran realized something: openly loving Luo Yao, standing up for her—it felt good.
"You puppet! How dare you hit me? Do you know who I am? I’m her aunt! I’ll tear you apart!"
Her flailing claws never reached him, the bodyguards ensuring she stayed just inches short.
Lin Ran smirked. "Oh? You wanna fight? Bold move."
SMACK! Another slap.
Sometimes he wondered if he was the reincarnation of the Slap God.
"With all that screeching, I thought the zoo left its gates open. Look at you—pathetic and powerless."
Dazed from the force, Luo Wunai whimpered, "I—I devoted myself to the Luo family, and this is how an outsider treats me?"
Lin Ran scoffed. "Playing the victim now? Fine. Let me ask—what’s your dream?"
He feared no one—except, perhaps, Luo Yao herself.
His boldness came from standing beside her.
For every admirer Luo Yao had, there was a hater waiting in the shadows. If they ever came for her, he’d be ready.
Why hold back?
"Oh wait, I know. Your dream was to embezzle a hundred million, right?"
Luo Yao rose, linking arms with Lin Ran, her gaze icy.
"Wrong, A’Ran. She took billions in a year."
Lin Ran blinked. "How much?"
Even he hadn’t expected a branch manager to steal that much.
The room gasped.
Luo Yao turned back to Luo Wunai. "What did you call A’Ran just now?"
"An outsider? To me, he’s everything. You’re the outsider."
Luo Wunai froze under Luo Yao’s stare—the same one that had suffocated her years ago.
Lin Ran added, "She also called me your ‘toy.’ Honestly? I’m proud to be your toy."
"You don’t mind?"
"Mind? I love it. Let the world look down on me. I’ll stay shamelessly yours."
He fed the entire room a spoonful of PDA.
No more caution. Love was meant to be declared—loudly, boldly, unapologetically.
Luo Yao’s lips curled.
"Is your face that fair? Average, really. But your pores glow. What skincare do you use?"
Lin Ran laughed at her sudden tangent.
"Your love is the best moisturizer. Now—what about Luo Wunai?"
"Hand her to the authorities. The auditors will take over."
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m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
esick Sect? Well, at least it's considered a respectable orthodox sect. Wait a minute— What kind of vibe are you all giving off? Shouldn’t this be a love-struck, romance-obsessed sect? Why does everyone here sound more like demonic cultivators? "Master, today he’s getting married. This disciple wishes to descend the mountain and crash the wedding, then toy with him to death right in front of his wife..." "Elder, I only got into your sect through connections, so why won’t you teach me anything?" "Because I also became an elder through connections." Thankfully, Su Ji was just an outer sect labor disciple. Surely, nothing too crazy would— "Junior Brother, you’ve broken through to Qi Refining. Once you sever your useless spiritual root, you can officially become an outer sect disciple." "The Great Dao is merciless. Don’t let a worthless spiritual root waste your essence and spirit, hindering your cultivation." Is this really the Lovesick Sect? ... Three years later, Su Ji sat in the seat of the Lovesick Sect’s sect master, sighing with emotion. His rise to this position all started when his junior sister adamantly insisted on preserving his "spiritual root." "Mmm... Senior Brother, what’s our relationship now?" "Stop talking. Keep going." "By the way, that newly promoted top-tier sect—didn’t they come to buy our Love Beans?" "One top-grade spirit stone per Love Bean—is that really so expensive?" "I suspect they’ve eaten too many Love Beans." "Now they’re lovesick." Well, this really is the Lovesick Sect after all.
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.
