Lin Ran had just prepared to activate his skills when Luo Yao stepped forward.
This old dog actually dared to bully Ran? She’d make them regret it.
"Park Bo-gi, you have the audacity to make my man kneel? You’ve got some nerve."
Park Bo-gi: "What nerve?"
Luo Yao kicked him instantly, and Park Bo-gi crumpled to the ground.
Of course, she had only aimed for his stomach.
But her movement was so fast that no one had time to react.
By the time they realized what had happened, Park Bo-gi was already writhing on the floor.
"Ugh…" Park Bo-gi groaned in pain.
Luo Yao had gone easy on him—just one kick was already lenient.
"Remember this: keep your head down in China, or you won’t make it back to Korea alive."
Only then did the others snap out of their shock, quickly backing away from Luo Yao, afraid she might turn her fury on them.
This was official territory, and the rules prohibited bringing large numbers of bodyguards, so everyone only had one or two assistants.
If a fight broke out, none of them stood a chance against this madwoman.
They hadn’t tested it, but they were absolutely certain.
Just from the speed and force of Luo Yao’s strike, even professional security would’ve been taken down in seconds.
Damn it, what’s wrong with this woman? How is she so strong?
"Listen up, you old mutts—you mess with me, and I’ll just cripple you. But if you dare touch my man, you’re dead."
Luo Yao knew that escalating things might put her at a disadvantage, especially since she didn’t want Lin Ran exposed to danger.
Her bold declaration wasn’t just empty words—she wanted them to understand just how important Lin Ran was to her.
If you want to bully him, you’ll have to go through me first.
Another reason was that things had already reached this point. The whole country knew Lin Ran was her beloved, and some fools still couldn’t read the room, always scheming against him.
No matter who you are, if you want to lay a finger on Lin Ran, you’d better remember his wife’s name first.
The faces of the three major families darkened, burning with humiliation.
No matter what, Park Bo-gi was still their business partner. For Luo Yao to kick him down right in front of them—wasn’t that a slap in their faces?
At this point, official security stepped in, separating the three families from Luo Yao, but they didn’t dare lay a hand on her.
Lin Ran adored Luo Yao’s domineering attitude. It was something he used to fear and despise, but now it had become his shield.
"Ran, let’s go."
"Okay."
Lu Youqi’s voice turned icy.
"CEO Luo, you’re certainly bold. But to attack someone and just walk away—do you really have so little regard for us and the authorities?"
By now, only a handful of people remained in the auditorium, but every pair of eyes was fixed on the scene.
At the same time, Liu Meng’s hand revealed a small, sleek black object, its muzzle pointed directly at Lu Youqi. Those standing farther away couldn’t see it clearly, but Lu Youqi and his companions broke out in cold sweat.
The security team was stunned.
"Patriarch Lu, are you trying to stop me? Do you even have the strength?"
Lu Youqi swallowed hard. He didn’t dare bet on whether Luo Yao would order Liu Meng to pull the trigger.
"Of course not! I just wanted to catch up. If CEO Luo wishes to leave, I wouldn’t dream of stopping her."
Luo Yao rolled her eyes. "Tch. And here I thought you had some backbone."
With that, Luo Yao strode out of the auditorium with Lin Ran in tow, marking the official start of this unassuming yet brutal corporate war.
The remaining members of the three families and the stragglers in the auditorium exchanged bewildered glances.
"Patriarch Lu, how was Luo Yao allowed to bring that thing in? Doesn’t China ban firearms?" Park Bo-gi finally managed to speak.
Wang Xiaolin explained, "Luo Corporation holds a unique position in China. They control critical national technologies, so they have certain… privileges."
Lu Youqi’s voice was laced with bitterness. "And Luo Yao can claim we’re threatening China’s high-tech security to justify her ‘self-defense.’ What a shameless, tyrannical woman."
They were all at the pinnacle of society, yet Luo Yao stood above even them. Envy burned hotter than admiration.
Backstage, Chen Buhui listened to the report from his subordinates and sighed in resignation.
"That boy… just as troublesome as his mother. I don’t like him."
"As for Luo Yao… using official privileges as a weapon for her whims? I don’t like that either."
Inside the car, Lin Ran massaged Luo Yao’s shoulders and legs.
"Wifey, you’re absolutely invincible—the fiercest woman alive. My admiration for you is as boundless as the endless river."
Somewhere along the way, Lin Ran had grown to love the feeling of being protected by his wife.
Luo Yao pouted, still sulking.
"I just can’t stand them bullying you. Especially that Park Bo-gi—how dare he make you kneel? If I don’t bankrupt Samsung, I don’t deserve to be your wife."
Lin Ran grinned brightly. "No need for that. Whether Samsung goes bankrupt or not, you’ll always be my wife. The reason they treat me this way is because they fear you. Whether it’s respect or hatred, it all stems from their terror of you."
Was Lin Ran right? Absolutely. Luo Yao knew it too.
"I know, and I understand. But it still pisses me off. I didn’t do enough today. Next time I see the Triple Alliance, I’ll beat them so hard they won’t know which way is north."
Lin Ran: "…What alliance?"
"Samsung and the three little families. Triple Alliance, duh."
Everyone else facepalmed. What kind of lame joke was that?
Only Lin Ran beamed, thinking his Luo Yao was utterly adorable.
Ruthless? Where?
"Alright, next time, I’ll help you beat them up. Don’t be angry, wifey. What do you want to eat? I’ll cook for you."
Then, as if remembering something, he added, "This isn’t a reward—I just want to see you happy."
Kindness should be spoken aloud. If you hide it, it’s wasted effort.
Say it, and the one you love will understand your heart.
Even if they grumble, "Ugh, you’re so needy—always fishing for praise," can you really say they aren’t happy deep down?
"Ran, how about we eat out today?" It was getting late, and Luo Yao didn’t want Lin Ran to overwork himself.
"Out? That garbage isn’t fit for humans. Noodles that aren’t noodles, dough that isn’t dough—just tell me what you want, and I’ll make it."
Liu Meng rolled her eyes, while Little Tong and Wang Bao in the front seat twitched.
So the food we usually eat isn’t human-grade?
"Fine, I’ll listen to you, Ran…"
Suddenly, Liu Meng gasped.
"Oh my god—"
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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.
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
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!
