Chapter 0332

Qian Yinshang, who was about to stand up, was instantly overwhelmed by Luo Yao's intimidating aura, forcing her to kneel back down. Even Park Gukchang was startled, his knees buckling as he failed to rise.

"President Luo, after I returned to South Korea, that bastard Park Bo-gi kicked me off the board and announced the dissolution of our marriage. As you know, men like him in South Korea act as if they’re above the law..."

Luo Yao had no patience for Qian Yinshang’s rambling. "Get to the point."

"My son and I have been completely isolated and abandoned by Samsung. My son lost his inheritance rights. That’s why I’ve come to beg for your help."

"After all... our current situation is somewhat connected to you."

Qian Yinshang was being diplomatic.

To be precise, it was because Luo Yao had filmed those videos that they were completely cast aside by Samsung.

Park Bo-gi couldn’t afford the humiliation.

"The consequences you face are of your own making. This has nothing to do with me. If you hadn’t brought it upon yourselves, you wouldn’t be in this mess."

Luo Yao’s icy voice continued.

Lin Ran was surprised.

He had guessed right—this was the purpose of Qian Yinshang and her son’s visit.

But under normal circumstances, shouldn’t Luo Yao have just thrown them out? Why was she even bothering to explain?

After all, this was Luo Yao—the kind of person who wouldn’t even offer an explanation before disposing of someone.

Of course, while Luo Yao was ruthless, she never targeted innocent people. She only dealt with those who crossed her or her own.

Suddenly, Lin Ran understood.

Luo Yao must be planning to turn the situation to her advantage.

"Yes, yes, President Luo is absolutely right. We brought this upon ourselves. But please, can you save us? If my son doesn’t regain his inheritance rights, our future will be miserable. We’ll become disposable pawns for Samsung."

Samsung had only stripped Qian Yinshang of her directorship, not expelled her from the company.

She knew they were keeping her as a backup—a scapegoat for future scandals.

In South Korea, this was all too common.

She was Park Bo-gi’s ex-wife, a former high-ranking executive.

If Samsung were ever exposed for illegal activities, she would be the first to take the fall.

This was standard practice for chaebols.

"So, what do you want me to do?"

Qian Yinshang closed her eyes, gritting her teeth.

Even now, she hadn’t fully committed to her decision.

"If you won’t speak, then leave."

"Wait, President Luo, I’ll say it."

"I want you to help me take down Park Bo-gi and... Park Gukgi. Drag them from power—or even better, ensure Park Gukgi ends up behind bars... or disappears forever."

Lin Ran narrowed his eyes. He hadn’t expected this mother and son to be so ruthless.

Suddenly, he froze.

Why did this family dynamic feel so familiar? Had he seen this somewhere before?

"Why should I help you?" Luo Yao naturally wouldn’t agree immediately, nor would she reveal that she already intended to deal with the Parks regardless.

Qian Yinshang had prepared her bargaining chip.

"I know no one acts without benefit. I promise you—if Park Gukchang becomes Samsung’s heir, Samsung will unconditionally support Luo Corporation in the future. We won’t reject any collaboration proposals, and we’ll even help Luo Corporation enter the South Korean market."

This was all the leverage she had left. After all, they no longer represented Samsung.

Luo Yao pretended to seriously consider the offer, though in reality, she was thinking, What should I ask of A’Ran later?

After a pause, Luo Yao finally said, "Fine. But words mean nothing—put it in writing."

She had someone draft a simple contract outlining the terms of their agreement.

Of course, such a deal couldn’t be made public, so the wording was deliberately vague.

It stated that Luo Yao would help Qian Yinshang secure the inheritance rights, and in return, Park Gukchang would sign a future cooperation agreement with Luo Corporation once he became heir.

Park Gukchang’s hands trembled as he signed.

It felt like signing a contract selling his soul.

Luo Yao coldly took the agreement and said,

"Get out."

Uncle Fu gestured for them to leave, his gaze never leaving them.

Once Qian Yinshang and her son were gone, Luo Yao ordered,

"Uncle Fu, make sure to keep today’s footage and this agreement safe. We’ll give South Korea’s netizens a big surprise later."

Uncle Fu nodded and stored the documents away.

Only then did Luo Yao turn back.

"A’Ran, you lost." (A’Ran, you dared to bet against me? How bold.)

Lin Ran accepted defeat gracefully.

"Alright, alright, my dear wife, you win. Losing to you is an honor—after all, you’re in a league of your own."

In Luo Yao’s world, there were no rules—she made them all.

It proved the saying:

The weak complain about their circumstances; the strong dictate them.

Lin Ran suspected that even if Luo Yao had bet on "Qian Yinshang and her son committing seppuku," she still might have won.

"I haven’t decided what to ask of you yet. Can I save it for later?"

Lin Ran: "Of course. Redeem it whenever you like."

Luo Yao felt exhilarated. This kind of bet was quite entertaining.

"A’Ran, remember—you can’t refuse."

Lin Ran nodded. Winning or losing didn’t matter to him.

If he had won, he might have requested something like "Call me [X] during [X]." But since Luo Yao won, he was just as happy.

"You can make endless demands of me in this lifetime. I’ll fulfill every one."

The words sounded sweet, but the meaning was different.

One was given willingly; the other was earned through victory.

In every relationship, there’s always one who makes a fuss.

When your partner asks, "Why didn’t you buy me a gift?" how do you respond?

And when you ask what they want, they reply, "If I have to ask, it’s not meaningful."

"What I want doesn’t matter. What matters is why you didn’t give it to me unprompted. There’s a difference between you offering and me begging."

This could be your woman—or your man.

When a man acts spoiled, even women can’t resist.

When a man loses his temper, even women break down.

"This kind of bet is so fun. A’Ran, let’s do this more often."

Lin Ran: "Gambling isn’t a good habit."

Luo Yao instantly transformed into a pouty coquette.

"Please? Pretty please?"

"Can we? Huh?"

"Come on, say yes!"

"If you refuse, I might just lock you up~"

Finally, Lin Ran succumbed to Luo Yao’s "sincerity."

"Fine, fine, alright, no problem at all."