From cannon fodder villain to beloved heroine

As soon as Yan Rugo stepped into the door of her shop, she was shocked by the mess in front of her and gasped.

Her brows were furrowed, and a fierce fire of responsibility burned in her almond-shaped eyes, as if she were about to burn the chaotic scene to ashes at any moment.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm her inner anxiety and make sense of the chaotic scene.

Everywhere you look, the shelves are overturned, exquisite porcelain is smashed to pieces, and fine silks are scattered on the ground as if they have been torn apart by wild beasts.

The air was filled with an unpleasant odor, a mixture of dirt and sweat, a stark contrast to the fresh scent that usually permeated the shops.

The workers were like ants on a hot pan, frantically running around like headless flies, shouting loudly, trying to salvage the remaining goods.

The entire shop looked like it had been ravaged by a tornado, a complete mess.

Yan Rugo was not intimidated by the chaotic scene; instead, she became even calmer.

Her obsidian-like eyes scanned the chaotic crowd, meticulously capturing every detail like a precision scanner.

She held her breath, listening intently to the surrounding noise, as if trying to find a clue in the chaotic sounds.

"You think you can just offer compensation like that? On what grounds?!"

A rough voice broke the chaos inside the shop, and Yan Rugo immediately looked in the direction of the sound.

A group of burly men with menacing faces stood arrogantly in the center of the shop, the leader of whom puffed out his chest as if he were the master of this place.

His face was filled with disdain and mockery, and the large black mole at the corner of his mouth seemed to be laughing at Yan Rugo's incompetence.

He pointed to the scattered goods on the ground and said arrogantly, "Enough nonsense, if you don't pay up today, you can forget about opening this shop!"

Yan Rugo walked up to the group of troublemakers with a polite smile on her face and a tone that was neither humble nor arrogant: "Everyone, what are your demands? We can discuss them properly."

"Discuss? I just want money today!" The burly man at the head spat, which landed on the ground, and his tone became even more arrogant.

Other troublemakers joined in the commotion, waving wooden sticks and scaring the surrounding customers into screaming and running out of the shop.

In an instant, the once bustling shops became empty, leaving only Yan Rugo and this group of vicious troublemakers.

Just then, Yan Rugo suddenly said, "Are you... sure you want to do this?" She raised an eyebrow and a strange smile appeared on her face, sending chills down one's spine.

When Yan Rugo said this, the entire room fell silent.

Manager Li turned pale with fright and tried to dissuade him, but Steward Wang grabbed him and gestured for him to calm down.

Even the young master Xu, who had been watching the show with amusement, showed a hint of surprise, which quickly turned into a contemptuous smile, as if mocking Yan Rugo's overestimation of her abilities.

The men around them looked at each other, their eyes filled with doubt and confusion, as if asking: What is the young lady up to?

Yan Rugo completely ignored the crowd's reactions. She maintained her confident smile and stared firmly at the leader of the troublemakers: "Instead of getting entangled here, let's have a fair fight. Do you dare?"

The leader of the troublemakers was clearly stunned. He had originally thought that Yan Rugo would either pay money to settle the matter or ask her family elders to step in and resolve it, just like the others.

But I never expected her to make such a request.

He was momentarily at a loss for words, his eyes darting around, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"What? You don't dare?" Yan Rugo raised an eyebrow, her tone laced with provocation. "Or are you simply being instructed by someone and afraid to take responsibility?"

These words struck a nerve with the troublemaker, whose face flushed red, and he retorted, "Who...who wouldn't dare! Let's compete, I'm not afraid of you!"

Yan Rugo smiled slightly, turned to Manager Li and said, "Manager Li, please make preparations. In three days, we will have a business competition with Mr. Zhang in this shop. He will decide the content of the competition."

"Ah? This..." Manager Li hesitated for a moment, then looked at Young Master Xu, seeking his opinion.

Young Master Xu snorted coldly and said sarcastically, "Since Miss Yan is so confident, let's do as she says. But don't cry if we lose."

"Don't worry, I won't lose," Yan Rugo said firmly.

Three days later, the shop was packed with people, and the atmosphere was tense.

Zhang, the wealthy merchant, strode in with a group of men, his head held high and a confident smile on his face.

Yan Rugo, on the other hand, appeared remarkably calm. She calmly directed the shop assistants to arrange the prepared goods neatly, a faint smile on her face.

After the competition began, Zhang Fushang used all his skills to try and overpower Yan Rugo.

However, Yan Rugo seemed to have been prepared and easily defused all his attacks.

With her keen market insight and unique business strategies, she gradually turned the tide.

As time went on, Zhang Fushang's face grew increasingly pale, and large beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

He originally thought he had victory in his grasp, but he never expected to be forced into such a predicament by Yan Rugo.

The surrounding audience was also impressed by Yan Rugo's performance, casting admiring glances and whispering among themselves.

The family members also smiled with satisfaction, feeling very pleased with Yan Rugo's outstanding performance.

As the competition was about to end, Zhang Fushang's face showed a look of despair.

He slumped into his chair, muttering to himself, "Impossible...this can't be..."

"Mr. Zhang, you flatter me," Yan Rugo said with a slight smile and a calm tone.

“You…” Zhang, the wealthy businessman, suddenly raised his head, his eyes filled with resentment and venom, “You cheated!”

"Cheating?" Yan Rugo raised an eyebrow. "I'm just a cut above yours." She paused, her eyes suddenly turning sharp. "What? Can't accept defeat?"

The male protagonist, Xu, stood on the periphery of the crowd, like a loyal audience member, taking in every move Yan Rugo made.

Her bright eyes swept across the crowd, her confident light piercing through the gloom like a sharp sword, causing the love in his heart to spread like wildfire, unstoppable.

During a break in the competition, he came to Yan Rugo's side like a spring breeze, handing her warm water and a soft towel that had been prepared beforehand. His usually carefree peach blossom eyes were now filled with tenderness and care, as if they could drip water.

Yan Rugo took the water glass, her fingertips inadvertently touching Xu's warm palm. Her heart felt as if it had been gently scratched by a feather, a tingling sensation spreading through her, and a blush quietly crept onto her cheeks.

She lowered her head, her eyelashes fluttering gently like two small fans, concealing the emotion and shyness in her eyes.

The surrounding air seemed to thicken from the silent sweetness, so sweet that it was almost suffocating.

In the end, Yan Rugo, with her business acumen that could be described as a "dimensional reduction attack," completely crushed Zhang Fushang.

A victorious smile played on her lips, and her brows radiated pride and confidence, like a queen returning in triumph.

Zhang, the wealthy merchant, looked like a defeated rooster, his face ashen, and he slunk away with his entourage, leaving behind only chicken feathers scattered on the ground, a testament to his defeat.

Inside the shop, cheers surged like a tidal wave. The crowd excitedly surrounded Yan Rugo, cheering and praising her intelligence and courage, wishing they could carve the words "Young Miss is awesome" on their foreheads.

The family members were all smiles, and the old man stroked his beard and nodded frequently, clearly very satisfied with Yan Rugo's performance.

Just as everyone was immersed in the joy of victory, Yan Rugo's eyes suddenly sharpened, like a cheetah that had sensed danger.

She caught a glimpse of the sinister smile on the lips of the Second Young Master Xu. Although it was only fleeting, it set off alarm bells in her heart.

She felt the air around her suddenly become heavy, and an invisible pressure came over her, as if a storm was about to break.

A strong sense of unease welled up inside her, as if someone were whispering in her ear: "Danger, danger..."

“Interesting…” Yan Rugo gently rubbed her fingertips, speaking thoughtfully.