If this scene were witnessed by industry insiders, what a sensational headline it would make.
Of course, Luo Yao didn’t hold back either—she had someone secretly record everything.
If this footage were uploaded to South Korean websites, wouldn’t it shatter the morale of those little Koreans?
"Why do we have to kneel here? I’m the heir of South Korea’s top chaebol!"
Qian Yinshang looked at her son with exasperation. She had already come to terms with reality—or more accurately, with Luo Yao’s dominance.
They were simply not on the same level.
This was a woman who had single-handedly taken on the entire business world, including giants like Samsung.
"Luo Yao forced Samsung into a corner while simultaneously dealing with the three major families of Shanghai. That alone is reason enough for us to kneel."
"Son, there’s a Chinese saying: ‘Endure humiliation to carry out a greater mission.’ If you can’t even handle this small grievance, you’ll never outmaneuver Park Gukgi."
Park Gukchang still wore a resentful expression.
"But Luo Yao humiliated us before, and now we’re here begging her? Are there no other options?"
Qian Yinshang lowered her voice sharply. "Shut up, you useless fool! This is Luo Yao’s territory. If she hears you, all this kneeling will be for nothing!"
Park Gukchang had no choice but to comply. When it came to cunning, he was leagues behind his mother.
"Fine, I get it," he muttered, though his heart still burned with defiance.
Inside the room, Lin Ran watched the surveillance feed with amusement. "Well, well, what a pity. If only we were still in Beijing—I’d have loved to see them freeze their asses off."
"I can make them kneel in Beijing for you if you’d like."
Lin Ran quickly waved his hands. "No need, no need, my dear wife. How about we play a game instead? Let’s bet on why they’re here."
Luo Yao nodded, though she didn’t seem particularly interested.
"Sure. What’s your guess?"
Lin Ran thought for a moment. "I bet they’re here to ask for your help against Park Bo-gi. Since he’s divorced Qian Yinshang, little Park Gukchang can’t inherit Samsung anymore."
Luo Yao nodded again.
Lin Ran raised an eyebrow. "Your turn."
"My turn for what?"
"The bet. What’s your guess?"
"Anything’s fine," Luo Yao replied indifferently.
"Anything? A bet requires predictions. Whoever’s right wins. Don’t tell me you don’t even know that, wife?"
Luo Yao couldn’t be bothered to think. She just enjoyed interacting with Lin Ran.
"Then A-Ran can guess for me."
Lin Ran laughed helplessly. "Alright, fine, I’ll guess for you. Then you’ll bet they’re here to kowtow and apologize." Let’s see you lose for once—maybe then you’ll learn how cruel the world can be.
Luo Yao agreed. "Deal."
Lin Ran’s expression turned sly. "A bet needs stakes, doesn’t it?"
Luo Yao shook her head. "I’ll let you win. Just tell me how much you want."
Lin Ran froze. It dawned on him that Luo Yao didn’t care about the bet at all—her focus was entirely on him.
For some reason, his heart ached.
"You haven’t even heard what the stakes are."
"No matter the amount, I’ll give it to you."
Good heavens, someone save this poor soul. Whose wife is this perfect? Oh right—mine. Never mind then.
Lin Ran pouted. "I don’t have money to bet with you."
It was true. On paper, he owned multiple businesses, but in reality, none of his wealth was in his name.
Luo Yao: "That’s fine. I have money. I’ll give it all to you, and then you can bet with me."
Lin Ran’s lips twitched. Luo Yao’s logic was… unconventional, to say the least.
"What I mean is, we could bet on something other than money. Gambling isn’t a good habit, and high stakes are illegal anyway."
Luo Yao gave him a strange look. "You gambled quite heavily at that underground casino in Beijing."
Lin Ran instantly stiffened.
That high-stakes game with Luo Wushuang had indeed involved astronomical sums. If caught, he’d be locked up for a while.
"Uh… well… let’s bet on something fun today."
"Like what?"
"Like… whoever wins gets to be on top next time?"
"No need to bet. I’ll let you have that."
Lin Ran’s eyes sparkled briefly before he proposed another idea.
"Then how about this: the loser has to unconditionally grant the winner one request—no refusals allowed."
Finally, Luo Yao’s curiosity was piqued.
This "stake" sounded far more interesting. For the first time, she felt a flicker of competitiveness.
She hadn’t cared about winning before—but only because it was Lin Ran. Against anyone else, Luo Yao would’ve crushed them mercilessly.
Let it be known: Luo Yao was not one to be bound by rules.
"Fine. Those are the stakes."
Lin Ran hadn’t expected Luo Yao’s sudden surge of competitiveness.
"Yao Yao, do you even remember what you’re betting on?" he felt compelled to remind her.
"I know. If they kneel and apologize, I win. Right?"
Lin Ran nodded. "If we’re both wrong, it’s a tie."
Luo Yao agreed.
Both wrong? Impossible.
"What if we’re both right?" Lin Ran raised another possibility.
"Then it depends on whether they apologize first or beg first," Luo Yao dictated the rule without hesitation.
"Deal. No backing out—unconditional favor for the winner."
With the terms set, Luo Yao instructed Uncle Fu, "Let them in."
Soon, the villa doors opened. Luo Yao and Lin Ran sat on the living room sofa, watching as the mother and son entered.
The moment Qian Yinshang opened her mouth—"Luo Yao, I—"
"Kneel. Kowtow. Apologize." Luo Yao’s command was just six words.
Lin Ran’s eyes darted to Luo Yao.
( ?_? )
His face was a canvas of confusion.
Qian Yinshang froze for a second, glanced at her son, then slowly sank to her knees.
Park Gukchang’s face twisted with suppressed rage, but he didn’t dare resist.
He hadn’t dared speak outside—now, inside Luo Yao’s domain, he was even more powerless.
And everyone knew Luo Yao was ruthless. There was nothing this madwoman wouldn’t do.
Had he known her true identity last time, he’d have never provoked her.
Curse that damned socialite gossip.
"Luo Yao, I apologize for my previous recklessness and for my son’s disrespect toward you. I’m sorry."
Luo Yao shot Lin Ran a glance—her meaning crystal clear.
I win, right?
Lin Ran could only chuckle and concede defeat.
"Why did you come here?" he asked.
As Qian Yinshang started to rise, Luo Yao’s icy voice cut through the air.
"Stay kneeling."
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
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!
