"Alright, let's proceed with this arrangement for now."
Tang Yu grinned, having been waiting for this guy to take the bait.
Now that Ye Chen was in hiding, these traitors were bound to come out one by one to stir up trouble.
He’d deal with them one at a time!
Then he waved at Ling Han and said,
"You can go rest now. We’ll continue with the lap pillow massage tomorrow."
"Understood, Young Master Tang."
Ling Han nodded, her emotions in turmoil. She needed some time alone to process everything.
The events of the day had been too much for her to handle.
When Tang Ruoyu saw Ling Han, he was momentarily stunned.
Since when did their family have such a stunning beauty?
Her looks were on par with top-tier beauties like Su Muyue.
And a lap pillow massage?
How scandalous!
He swallowed hard and quickly followed Ling Han after leaving Tang Yu’s room.
"You’re the new maid, right? What’s your name?"
"Ling Han. Why do you ask?"
Ling Han frowned, a hint of impatience flashing in her eyes.
"I’m Tang Ruoyu, Tang Yu’s cousin. I don’t usually live here, so it’s normal that you don’t know me. How about we grab dinner tonight and get to know each other?"
Tang Ruoyu chuckled, reaching out to put his arm around Ling Han’s waist.
Such a beauty working as a maid was such a waste. It wasn’t like he couldn’t afford to take care of her.
Ling Han’s face turned icy.
Seeing that no one was around, she slapped Tang Ruoyu across the face.
Before he could even cry out in shock, she had already grabbed him by the throat.
Tang Ruoyu’s expression changed instantly.
At that moment, the stunning beauty before him felt more like a venomous serpent.
Ling Han’s voice was cold as she said, "Don’t push your luck. I’m also here on Ye Chen’s orders."
She was already seething with anger.
How dare this fool, who was nothing more than a pawn for Ye Chen, try to take advantage of her?
"I-I’m sorry," Tang Ruoyu stammered, his legs trembling.
This was the first time he had ever felt fear from a woman.
Ling Han finally released him, wiping her hands with a wet wipe before walking away in disgust.
After Ling Han left, Tang Ruoyu was filled with shame and anger.
He had been slapped by a woman!
His eyes burned with resentment.
Once he took control of the Tang family, he would make sure to have her dealt with!
However, he was also pleasantly surprised that Ye Chen had managed to plant a pawn here.
Ye Chen truly had eyes and ears everywhere!
With his help, Tang Ruoyu was certain his plan would succeed.
After leaving the Tang residence and getting into his car, he immediately made a phone call to report the situation.
This time, Tang Yu was as good as dead!
What Tang Ruoyu didn’t know was that as soon as he finished the call, Tang Yu had already obtained the recording.
After listening to it, Tang Yu raised an eyebrow.
The Death Squad?
He remembered this team quite well.
They were the elite of the Dragon Soul Organization, having accomplished many missions for Ye Chen, the Dragon King!
Each member was a formidable martial artist, all of them reaching the standard of ancient martial arts.
In the setting of this story, the pinnacle of martial arts was becoming an ancient martial artist.
Ancient martial artists were divided into four realms: Heaven, Earth, Mystic, and Yellow.
Even the lowest Yellow Realm ancient martial artist could serve as the head of security for one of the four great families.
The four members of the Death Squad were all at the peak of the Yellow Realm!
"Just four little brats," Tang Yu chuckled, feeling a bit overconfident.
Even Ye Chen, a Mystic Realm expert, couldn’t break through his Immovable Wisdom King Technique.
If they thought they could team up with Tang Ruoyu to kill him,
he’d just turn the tables and use them as bait!
In any case, these traitors and potential threats needed to be dealt with one by one.
If he couldn’t live in peace, then he’d eliminate anything that threatened his peace!
After lazing around at home for two days, Tang Yu still hadn’t received any news from Tang Ruoyu.
Instead, during those two days, he had Ling Han come to his room frequently to rest her head on her soft and smooth lap.
What puzzled him was that her patience was far greater than he had expected.
In the original plot, she wasn’t like this.
Given the setting of the novel,
how could the Dragon King’s woman allow another man to touch her? This wasn’t some cuckold story.
"She must be waiting for the right moment," Tang Yu thought to himself, wondering if he could push things further.
Maybe have her help him with a back massage or something?
Since there was still no news from Tang Ruoyu, Tang Yu couldn’t continue lazing around.
Today was the day of the annual Suhang Chamber of Commerce meeting.
All the major companies in Suhang would be attending.
As the representative of Tang Corporation, Tang Yu had to be there.
Before leaving, Qin Ming had sent him a message saying that his family would openly suppress Dragon Morning Group at the meeting.
The Tang and Wang families would naturally support this, as the three families had formed an alliance to suppress Dragon Morning Group from all sides.
Although Dragon Morning Group had a market value of 500 billion, making it one of the top companies in Suhang,
it was no match for the combined forces of the three great families.
Recently, their various business sectors had suffered heavy losses, and their stock had been falling for three consecutive days.
After getting dressed, Tang Yu headed to the garage and saw his father, Tang Gangcheng, already sitting in the Rolls-Royce, ready to leave.
He quickly opened the door and hopped in, grinning. "Dad, why didn’t you call me before leaving?"
"How was I supposed to know you hadn’t left yet?"
Tang Gangcheng said irritably.
He was still a bit annoyed with Tang Yu.
The last time he had tried to discipline him with a belt, the kid had laughed and asked if he hadn’t eaten.
Now, whenever he saw his son, he felt a sense of helplessness.
"I had some fake wine last time and got a bit carried away. Don’t hold it against me, old man," Tang Yu said with a sheepish grin, noticing his father’s stern expression.
Tang Gangcheng snorted and chose to ignore him.
In previous years, the chamber meetings had been held at the Moonlight Hotel.
However, due to a recent scandal, the hotel had been shut down, so they had to settle for a slightly lower-tier six-star hotel.
When the father and son arrived, many of Suhang’s elite came over to greet them.
Although Tang Gangcheng didn’t involve himself much in the company’s operations, he was well-connected.
People from all over came to greet him, and a few women even gave him hugs.
He shot Tang Yu a warning look, as if to say, "Don’t go blabbing to your mom about this."
Tang Yu just chuckled and pretended not to notice. It wasn’t something worth mentioning.
"Yo, big bro, you’re here!"
Qin Ming appeared out of nowhere, followed by a few delicate-looking young women.
"Hello, Young Master Tang," the women greeted him. They were from wealthy families in Suhang, though not on the same level as the Tang family.
"My brother and I have some matters to discuss. I’ll catch up with you all later," Qin Ming said, not daring to let these socialites interact too much with Tang Yu.
He pulled Tang Yu aside and said, "Come on, I’ll introduce you to someone."
"Who is it? Why so mysterious?"
Tang Yu was puzzled but soon found himself being led to a suite.
When he entered, he saw Qin Kexin sitting by the window, painting.
"Hey sis, I’ve brought him as promised," Qin Ming said with a grin before leaving and closing the door behind him.
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] This is a dark fantasy-themed dating simulation game. The main gameplay involves containing various monster girls and investigating the truth of a world shrouded in mist alongside your companions. However, due to his love for the dark and bizarre atmosphere, Luo Wei ended up turning a dating game into a detective mystery game. Women? Women only slow down his quickdraw! To Luo Wei, the female leads in the game are more like tools to perfectly clear levels and squeeze out rewards. For Luo Wei, flirting with every girl he meets and then discarding them is standard procedure. Worried about characters losing affection points? No need. With his maxed-out charm stat, Luo Wei is practically a "human incubus." A little psychological manipulation and those points come right back. It's a bit scummy, but the paper cutout heroines in the game won't actually come at him with real cleavers. However... Luo Wei has transmigrated. He's accidentally entered the second playthrough of this game. His past actions have caused all the girls to transform into terrifying yanderes. Due to the game's setting, most of the heroines he once contained are "troubled girls." Obsessive, twisted, mentally unstable, all aggressive yanderes... The type who will kill you if they can't have you... Luo Wei wants to cry but has no tears left. "I really just want to survive..." In short, this is a story of battling wits and engaging in a love-hate relationship with yanderes.
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?!
