As the heiress of the Qi family, Qi Chengwei was naturally skilled in many areas, so it made sense that she became a regional manager within just a year. Her relentless efforts were all for the day she could stand before the Qi family and showcase her success.
Why did she choose Luo Corporation?
Simple—she had done her research and concluded that Luo Yao was the type who feared no one. Even if the Qi family came knocking, she would have a powerful backer to rely on. After all, anyone would think twice before crossing Luo Corporation.
Her reasoning aligned perfectly with Little Tong’s.
These past few days, Luo Yao’s name had been spreading like wildfire online, and Qi Chengwei was undoubtedly one of the happiest people to see it. The stronger Luo Yao became, the more confidence she gained.
"Good thing she’s not some undercover spy, or else Little Tong would lose his white moonlight," Lin Ran muttered with a bitter smile.
How many star-crossed lovers in this world were torn apart by mismatched social status?
"Yao, how do you plan to handle this? Will you transfer her to the capital or keep Little Tong in Shanghai?"
Luo Yao gave Lin Ran a puzzled look.
"Qi Chengwei is staying in Shanghai—she still has work to do. Little Tong is your bodyguard, so of course he’ll return to the capital."
Lin Ran looked surprised. "So… you never intended for them to be together?"
"Whether they end up together is their business. Work and personal life should stay separate—unless one of them quits."
Lin Ran couldn’t help but laugh. "Alright, that’s so you."
Luo Yao had absolutely no trace of a savior complex.
Some might assume she targeted the three major families because she despised their underhanded tactics.
But in reality, those were just standard maneuvers in corporate warfare.
This was Luo Yao—a woman who cared only about results.
Of course, when it came to love with Lin Ran, she savored every moment. Everything else was irrelevant.
"Let’s move on to the next matter."
"Alright."
Soon after, Luo Yao convened a high-level meeting at Luo Corporation’s Shanghai branch and announced that Liu Meng would temporarily take over as acting general manager.
This meant Liu Meng wouldn’t be returning to the capital with Luo Yao.
"You have one month to wrap things up here and ensure Qi Chengwei is promoted."
Liu Meng hesitated.
Training a regional general manager in a month? That was a tall order.
But remembering Qi Chengwei’s capabilities, she felt a surge of confidence.
Besides, Shanghai needed a capable leader, especially with the upcoming tech city project—a major undertaking led by the government, with Luo Corporation handling construction and technical collaboration.
"Don’t worry, President Luo. By the time the New Year passes, you’ll see a fully capable branch general manager."
Then, as if struck by a thought, Liu Meng cautiously asked,
"President Luo… what if we later discover Qi Chengwei has issues?"
Luo Yao shot her a glance. "You’ve worked with me long enough not to ask questions you already know the answer to."
Liu Meng lowered her head. Luo Yao’s temperament had never changed.
As her assistant, she knew to tread carefully.
"Understood. But if I’m not returning to the capital, who will handle the work there for the next month?"
Luo Yao replied, "Let Wang Fang take care of it."
"That works. Sister Wang is competent, though she sometimes can’t keep her mouth shut."
Luo Yao nearly rolled her eyes. Even someone as composed as her couldn’t help but laugh when faced with such absurdity.
"Pot calling the kettle black. Neither of you should judge the other."
Liu Meng: "..."
With Shanghai affairs settled, Luo Yao and Lin Ran returned to the office to wait.
Little Tong and Qi Chengwei had vanished—no one knew where they’d gone or what had transpired between them.
About half an hour later, Lu Youqi arrived as promised.
"President Luo, thank you for resolving my family’s crisis. I, Lu Youqi, keep my word—from now on, Luo Corporation will have my unwavering loyalty."
"I didn’t call you here to listen to empty words."
"Then…?" Lu Youqi didn’t think pledging allegiance was a waste of time.
Clang.
Luo Yao tossed a dagger onto the floor.
"Lin Ran was injured at your estate yesterday. Atone for it yourself."
Lu Youqi broke into a cold sweat as he stared at the blade. He’d never understood why Luo Yao was so ruthless—until now.
She wasn’t just a business magnate. She was a formidable warrior.
Yesterday at the Lu estate, she had defeated the third-ranked assassin from the dark web.
Meeting her unyielding gaze, he knew bargaining wasn’t an option.
As the head of the Lu family, he wasn’t one to hesitate. He picked up the dagger, closed his eyes, and slashed down.
"Ah—!"
A finger fell. Blood spilled.
Lu Youqi had intended to use enough force to sever it cleanly, minimizing the pain. But he hadn’t expected Luo Yao’s dagger to be so sharp—it even sliced through the corner of the desk beneath.
Luo Yao stood, her voice icy.
"At least you’re decisive. If there’s a next time, you won’t live to regret it. Now get out. If you hurry, you might still reattach it."
"Th-thank you, President Luo…"
Not daring to delay, Lu Youqi snatched up his severed finger and fled.
Lin Ran emerged from the inner lounge.
"Yao, do you really plan to let him remain as the Lu family head?"
Luo Yao shook her head. "No. He’s too old and useless. But for now, there’s no better option."
The Lu family had plenty of members, but none were competent enough. Rather than risk an unruly replacement, she’d keep the old man—at least he was more obedient than a dog.
"Shanghai is mostly wrapped up. We can leave this afternoon."
Then Luo Yao made a call.
"Your ex-husband has already left Shanghai."
Park Bo-gi had indeed fled. After learning of his son’s disappearance, he panicked.
Instead of staying in China to search for him, he boarded his private jet overnight and bolted back to South Korea.
China was too dangerous—he couldn’t handle it.
Why hadn’t Luo Yao stopped him? She had her reasons.
Yesterday, when Samsung’s car left Shanghai for the airport, she’d deliberately tipped off Qian Yinshang.
She’d expected the father to flee first, but they’d caught the son instead.
No matter. One was enough to let them tear each other apart.
So she hadn’t informed Qian Yinshang about Park Bo-gi’s movements.
"Why didn’t you tell me sooner?"
Luo Yao’s tone was frigid. "Whether I inform you is my decision. You don’t get to negotiate. From now on, you’re on your own. Sink or swim—it’s up to you."
"Wait, President Luo—"
She hung up, removed the SIM card, and tossed it out the office window.
The moment Park Bo-gi returned to South Korea, he accused China of his son’s disappearance, pressuring the authorities.
Right then, he received a call—from Park Gukgi.
Seeing his son’s name, he answered without hesitation.
"Gukgi, where are you?"
After a long pause, Park Bo-gi ended the call, his eyes narrowing.
"You and your mother had better never come back."
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grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
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?!
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
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!
