"You bastard!" Su Muqiu said coldly: "I'm hanging up."
"Don't!"
Su Wenchao gloated: "Cousin, guess where I am now and what I'm doing?"
"I'm not interested in knowing!"
Just as Su Muqiu was about to hang up, Su Wenchao's voice came through again: "What a killjoy. But whatever, I'll tell you anyway. I just called Mr. Wang, Mr. Li and Mr. Zhao. They have all agreed to let me take over from you and continue with the next phase of cooperation."
"I'm on my way to the Zhao Group now. In ten minutes, I'll be face to face with Mr. Zhao to sign the contract. Then it's Mr. Wang and Mr. Li. I have to thank you, cousin, for doing so much groundwork!"
"You planted the trees, I enjoyed the shade. It's a beautiful story in the business world, hahaha..."
Su Muqiu's face turned ashen gray.
Her phone nearly slipped from her hand.
Despicable!
After Xiao Zhan's disturbance at the engagement ceremony, Su Muqiu had guessed that Su Wenchao would not let it go easily. She was mentally prepared, but never imagined Su Wenchao would move so quickly.
"This is Grandpa's intention, I can't be blamed. You have to blame your brother-in-law for being so impulsive and daring to attack Grandpa in front of his face. That's like slapping Grandpa in the face!"
Su Wenchao laughed: "With no more clients and kicked out of the company, your family of four...oh wait, it's five now, will probably have to go begging."
With that, he hung up.
Su Muqiu stood there, stiff as a board, tears that had finally stopped welling up in her eyes again. She felt extremely wronged.
Two years of hard work, gone up in smoke!
Liu Hongxiu and Su Jiancheng looked at each other, faces increasingly ugly. Just as they were about to comfort Su Muqiu, Xiao Zhan suddenly appeared at the bedroom door. In a low voice he said, "I was the one who hit him. I'll resolve this."
Everyone was startled.
You resolve it?
Resolve your ass! Other than fighting, what else can you do? You feel better after a fight, but Grandpa's anger is not something you can withstand!
Liu Hongxiu glared angrily at Xiao Zhan, angry but dared not speak.
"No."
Su Muqiu shook her head, red-eyed, "If you go, it will only escalate things. It's just a job, it's gone, I can find another one. I don't believe that without the Su family, there is no place for our family in this city."
Before Xiao Zhan could respond, Su Muqiu turned and went to the kitchen.
Her resilience made Xiao Zhan's heart ache.
Five years ago, she was innocently implicated in the Xiao family's plot against Xiao Zhan. She gave birth to his daughter but endured the cold eyes of outsiders. Now that Xiao Zhan had returned victorious, how could he let her suffer the slightest grievance?
Not one bit!
So Xiao Zhan took out his phone and sent a text message...
At the entrance of Zhao Group.
A black BMW pulled up slowly. Su Wenchao got out of the car, contract in hand, beaming, full of swagger. His excitement was written all over his face.
To so easily snatch Su Muqiu's clients, even Su Wenchao himself was a little surprised.
"Those old foxes must have heard that Su Muqiu married a rapist, realized her position in the Su Group was unstable, so they abandoned the dark and rushed to the light, kicking her when she's down..."
Su Wenchao thought to himself.
The business world was like a battlefield. Knowing the time and situation, avoiding misfortune and seeking good fortune, that was the way to survive.
"I'm here to see Mr. Zhao."
Su Wenchao went to the front desk, lifted his chin arrogantly, and slapped the contract down, "Mr. Zhao made an appointment to meet me for tea and sign the contract at noon."
The receptionist was startled, "May I ask...sir, your surname?"
"I'm Su!"
Su Wenchao smiled, "General manager of Su Group, Su Wenchao."
"Su Wenchao?"
The receptionist had a strange look on her face and secretly signaled to the security guard across from her. Very quickly, four security guards surrounded Su Wenchao, grabbed him by both arms and hauled him up.
"What are you doing?"
Su Wenchao was shocked and angry, struggling as he yelled, "I'll say it again, I'm the general manager of the Su Group! Your Mr. Zhao invited me himself! Let go of me, bastards!"
Bang!
Just as the curses left his mouth, a kick landed squarely on his butt. The pain made Su Wenchao bare his teeth.
"You motherfu..."
In that instant, Su Wenchao exploded with rage, hopping mad. He turned his head back angrily, ready to curse up a storm, but when he saw the figure standing behind him, his expression changed dramatically, not daring to utter a word.
In disbelief, "Mr...Mr. Zhao?"
The one who kicked Su Wenchao's ass was none other than the boss of Zhao Group, Zhao Yongrong.
Zhao Yongrong's face was very ugly.
"Mr. Zhao, what is the meaning of this?"
Su Wenchao was like a monk struck by lightning, completely confused, having no idea what he had done wrong to offend Zhao Yongrong. Damn, this was not how he imagined things would go.
Earlier on the phone, Zhao Yongrong had been polite. How did his attitude make such a drastic turn?
"It's you, you son of a bitch!"
Zhao Yongrong didn't explain but rushed up and kicked Su Wenchao again, knocking him to the ground like a dog. He sneered, "Dare to set me up, I'll skin you alive!"
"Mr. Zhao, don't, don't hit me..."
Su Wenchao was nearly weeping, crying injustice, "Is there some misunderstanding here? I don't even have the guts to set you up. I came in good faith to sign the contract with you."
"Sign your ass!"
Zhao Yongrong pinned Su Wenchao to the ground and rained blows on him. Only after half a minute did he stop. Coldly he said, "Our contract with Su Group is only signed with Su Muqiu alone. Without her, don't even think about it, not even if Su Bingtian himself comes forward!"
"Su Muqiu? This, this, this..."
Su Wenchao was utterly dumbfounded. "Why is that?"
"Throw him out!"
With that, Zhao Yongrong waved the security guards over. The four men came forward, dragged Su Wenchao to the company entrance and threw him out like trash.
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
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?!
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
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.
