Pretty and charming, dressed in the 90s, she's good at everything from making money to causing

Lin Ting laughed for a full ten minutes after hanging up the phone.

It's not that I don't want to laugh anymore, it's that my stomach is going to hurt if I keep laughing.

Duan Jun gave her a thumbs up and praised, "When it comes to being a scoundrel, you're the best."

"Put something nice in your words." Lin Ting figured she couldn't say anything nice either, so she said to herself, "This is called killing someone by breaking their spirit."

Duan Jun rubbed his arms: "Anyway, many historical facts tell me that I absolutely cannot go against you, otherwise I won't even have a whole corpse to die in."

Lin Ting proudly raised her chin at her.

The copper hot pot on the table was steaming, with hand-cut mutton bubbling inside. Outside the window, snowflakes fell sporadically onto the windowpane.

"You just said there's anything more exciting?" Duan Jun asked while snatching mutton from Gao Che's bowl.

"I haven't decided yet," Lin Ting replied casually. "I just want to scare him a little so he won't be in the mood for dinner."

"Tsk...Are you serious?"

Lin Ting said in a serious tone, "This is called 'details determine success or failure.' If you don't eat dinner, you'll be so hungry in the middle of the night that you can't sleep. Lack of sleep will directly affect your thinking and emotions, and your physical strength will also be affected, so..."

"Stop! It's giving me a headache."

Duan Jun urgently called a halt.

As is well known, Lin Ting's credibility is inversely proportional to her seriousness.

With that serious face she's wearing now, you can't even trust the punctuation marks in what she says.

Duan Jun immediately changed the subject: "But how did you know that Yan Shao is unpopular? Which soldier in your unit found out?"

Li Yan was able to spread rumors overnight by throwing resources at the problem;

Lin Ting picked out Li Yan's surname by using sheer numbers.

Last night, Huang Zixing and his brothers dispersed to the most crowded places in Beijing, such as nightclubs, karaoke bars, arcades, and restaurant entrances.

They spread the news by standing on the roadside in twos and threes, chatting and smoking, sometimes in pairs or in groups, in the form of crosstalk or group performances.

Logically speaking, it would be almost impossible for these people to accomplish this, but the Chinese people's love of watching a spectacle has now turned them into accomplices, especially since this spectacle is being performed by the once high-ranking young masters of the compound. If they miss this opportunity, they don't know when they will be able to see it again.

Lin Ting looked at her, puzzled: "Didn't you tell me that?"

"When did I say that?"

"You said Li Yan only came back in the last two years?" Lin Ting waved her hand in front of her eyes. "What's wrong? Did you get stupid? Lost your memory?"

"I... I said he only recently came back, and you're concluding that he's unpopular?"

"Does this require reasoning? Didn't you say it outright?"

Duan Jun: "..."

She remained silent for a while, then looked up at Jiang Zong opposite her: "With your wife's brain, you'll never be able to hide any money from her in this lifetime."

Lin Ting's face flushed red: "What nonsense are you talking about!"

Jiang Zong's hand paused slightly. After a moment, he smiled and nodded earnestly to Duan Jun: "Thank you for your kind words."

Lin Ting turned her head and glared at him: "What are you laughing at!"

Jiang Zong's expression was even more serious than when Lin Ting had just made up his story:

"I thought of something very happy."

Lin Ting: "..."

She took a deep breath and tentatively suggested, "How about I tell you what I'm planning to do next?"

Duan Jun smiled like a matchmaker: "Hahahaha... I don't want to hear it anymore."

Lin Ting blushed!

This is such a rare sight, let's make sure it lasts a little longer!

Unfortunately, Lin Ting's expression had returned to normal: "Oh, then let's talk about when you're going to give me the wool mill."

Duan Jun: "..."

Duan Jun: "...?"

"Do you think the wool mill is my personal property? You think I can just give it to you because I say so?"

You must believe in yourself.

"I admit you're a kind and good person, okay?"

"You don't need to admit it, I always have been."

"hehe."

……

Li Yan really didn't eat dinner.

At this moment, he was kneeling properly in his father's study, reflecting on his mistakes.

Two hours ago, Li's father called him home.

After listening to his lengthy explanation, Li's father only said one sentence: "How you treat others is how others will treat you. You broke the rules first, and you are even less able to bear the consequences of going against the rules than she is."

After that, Li's father didn't say another word, just left him kneeling there.

Li Yan is not only mentally distressed, but he has also lost feeling in his legs.

He couldn't understand his father's words at all—isn't doing things about using every means possible?

He witnessed this kind of thing countless times when he was in Hong Kong.

Why can others do it, but he can't?

He didn't think he had done anything wrong; he only felt that his opponent was unusual.

He only lost this round; it doesn't mean the outcome is already decided.

He still has a chance.

There must be.

"It is my fault."

Li's father leaned against the bed and sighed deeply, "I shouldn't have sent Xiaoyan to Hong Kong before he was mature... I was only thinking about the future and neglected the present."

Li's mother sat by the window, watching the snowflakes fluttering outside, tears silently streaming down her face: "I heard some rumors on my way to work today, that Lao Duan has started investigating Xiao Yan."

Mr. Li's hands, hanging by his sides, clenched slightly, and his rough hands began to tremble.

Li's mother turned back to him and said, "I'll protect the person, not the matter. Xiao Yan... he needs to be taught a lesson."

Li's father's chest barely rose and fell, as if he didn't even have the strength to breathe.

The bedroom was so quiet it felt oppressive.

"Ah."

After an unknown amount of time, Li's father responded very softly.

……

Lin Ting never expected that before she could even unleash her more exciting ideas, Li Yan would turn himself in.

It felt like you'd punch someone with all your might, and the moment you touched their face, they'd kneel down and admit their mistake.

It had nothing to do with the result; the main thing was that I almost strained my back.

"No, is he really that fragile? I've already had Huang Zi arrange people for him to instigate sit-ins and protest the demolition. I'm going to expose that today!"

"I don't know what to do with him doing this!"

In the west wing, Lin Ting was devastated.

"I've seen stubborn people, and I've even seen people sacrifice their own fathers, but this is the first time I've ever seen anything like this!"

"He just said he wouldn't fight anymore, and now he's suddenly back down? Does his dad even know?"

Duan Jun touched his nose: "Actually... it was his father who forced him to turn himself in."

Lin Ting was stunned.

Duan Jun patted Lin Ting's shoulder reassuringly: "If you really expose his instigation of the masses, Li Yan will definitely die, and Uncle Li cannot accept that..."

"You've driven him to turn himself in. Looking back over the past forty years, you're the only one like him. Give him some face and let's leave it at that."

“What face do I have? If I had any face, Li Yan should be here apologizing to me right now.”

Lin Ting was annoyed and couldn't help but roll her eyes.

Just then, the nanny's voice rang out from outside the door: "Miss Lin, the old lady wants you to come over. Mr. Li is here and wants to see you."

Lin Ting: "..."

Duan Jun stared at Lin Ting in shock for a while, then burst out laughing: "Go ahead, Miss Lin, it's a huge favor."