It's Over

Liang Li's pupils trembled violently.

It really was the head of Tianmu Group!

How did Wang Dahe know him?

Earlier, he had thought Wang Dahe was just some poor nobody, so he hadn’t spared him a second glance and had even mocked him mercilessly.

No wonder the people in the private room had been looking at him strangely—they had been watching him like he was some ridiculous clown!

How could Wang Dahe be so lucky as to become friends with the head of Tianmu Group?

No wonder, when his parents had threatened to fire Wang Dahe’s adoptive parents, Wang Dahe hadn’t shown any fear—he must have already secured a backup plan for them through his connection with Lin Xuan at Tianmu Group.

His parents genuinely loved him, but they also cared deeply about benefits.

Now that Wang Dahe knew the head of Tianmu Group, would his parents try to cozy up to Lin Xuan through him?

And then, would they bring Wang Dahe back to the Liang family and treat him like gold?

Hell, Wang Dahe might even push his luck and kick him out of the Liang household!

What should he do now?

He didn’t want to go back to that impoverished life!

A wave of panic surged in Liang Li’s heart.

And then there was the deal with Tianmu Group—he had been counting on it to skyrocket the company’s success, so he could live a life where money was no object.

Now, all of that had gone up in smoke…

Liang's father pleaded, "President Lin, I truly know I was wrong. I’ll never offend you again. Please give me another chance—let our company continue working with yours."

"I promise, the construction materials we supply will be of the highest quality! And we’ll give you the biggest discount!"

Lin Xuan scoffed. "You think Tianmu Group needs your petty discounts?"

Liang's father was speechless.

Indeed, Tianmu Group was a behemoth—its combined operations raked in billions annually.

Even if their company offered the steepest discount, it would barely amount to a day or two of Tianmu’s profits.

Of course Lin Xuan wouldn’t care…

Then, an idea flashed in Liang's father’s eyes.

"President Lin, aren’t you and Wang Dahe close friends? From now on, we’ll bring Wang Dahe back to the Liang family—we’ll treat him well, I swear."

Wang Dahe sneered. "You really think the Liang family is some kind of paradise?"

The only reason he had ever wanted to return was because they were his birth parents.

He had thought few parents could be as absurd as Lin Xuan’s, but turns out, his own were just the same.

After seeing how the Lin family treated Lin Xuan, and then meeting his own birth parents—cold, disdainful, looking at him like he was nothing—his heart had already turned to ice.

His adoptive parents were enough. These so-called birth parents? He wanted nothing to do with them.

"Sorry, but I couldn’t care less about your precious Liang family," Wang Dahe said with a mocking laugh.

This so-called family bond? Whoever wanted it could have it.

Lin Xuan raised an eyebrow.

Wang Dahe really was his brother—cut from the same cloth.

"Dahe," Liang's mother spoke up, "Our company desperately needs this deal with Tianmu Group. Are you really going to stand by and watch us fall into ruin?"

"We’re your birth parents. We admit we were wrong—we’ll treat you better from now on."

"That’s right, Dahe," Liang's father added. "If you just ask your friend to spare us, we’ll make sure you inherit everything in the Liang family. No matter how much you earn under Lin Xuan, it’ll never compare to running your own company."

Liang Li’s eyes widened.

They were going to hand everything to Wang Dahe?!

What about him?!

Wang Dahe continued coldly, "You think I give a damn about your dirty money?"

Liang's father and mother paled.

Wang Dahe’s attitude made it clear—he didn’t care about them or their wealth.

So what would happen to their company now?

Lin Xuan stood up from his chair, looking down at the three kneeling Liangs.

"I hold grudges. The partnership between Tianmu Group and Xing Sheng Construction Materials is over—permanently. Even if Wang Dahe begged me on your behalf, it wouldn’t change a thing."

Lin Xuan smirked. "And I’ll make sure Tianmu Group publicly states the reason: that you offended me, and that’s why we’re cutting ties."

Liang's father slumped to the ground, defeated.

It was over.

Completely over.

Their company was finished.

Lin Xuan wasn’t just canceling the deal—he was blacklisting them.

Tianmu Group’s influence was immense. Few companies would dare oppose them.

Once the news spread that they had crossed Tianmu’s leader, every business partner would drop them.

Their stocks would plummet, day after day, until they were delisted.

There was no fighting this.

"Oh, and one more thing," Lin Xuan added. "I’ll have people dig into your family and your company. If there’s even a hint of illegal activity, I’ll hand it straight to the police."

Liang Li was arrogant and domineering, and his parents were no better. People like them rarely stayed entirely within the law.

If they had so much as a single violation, he’d make sure they saw the inside of a prison cell.

They were going to investigate them…

Terror filled Liang's father and mother’s eyes.

Wang Dahe felt a rush of satisfaction.

This was sweet.

Damn sweet.

Thank god Lin Xuan had helped him settle the score!

Lin Xuan grinned. "Now this is what you call wielding power. Your family’s little influence might scare ordinary people, but in front of me? It’s nothing."

"President Lin, I beg you—spare our company," Liang's father kept pleading on his knees. "Whatever you want, I’ll do it. Just give us a chance."

"Annoying."

Lin Xuan flicked his ear impatiently. "Are you leaving on your own, or do I need to have you dragged out?"

"President Lin—" Liang's father still groveled.

Lin Xuan arched a brow. "Guess that’s my answer."

He pulled out his phone and made a call. "Get in here."

Moments later, Cheng Da and Cheng Er entered the private room.

"Young Master," they said respectfully.

"These three are a nuisance. Toss them out," Lin Xuan said, gesturing at the kneeling Liangs.

"Yes."

Cheng Da and Cheng Er grabbed them by the arms and hauled them out of the room, dumping them at the entrance before standing guard to block any return.

Liang Li’s ears were still ringing.

What was he supposed to do now?

With Tianmu Group’s blacklist looming, the Liang family would go bankrupt—what would happen to his life of luxury?

And worse… he had committed plenty of illegal acts himself. Would Lin Xuan uncover something?

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