After I stopped trying, a rich woman trained me into a demon emperor.

The Zhao father and son knelt on the ground, their bodies trembling like leaves.

Zhou Ran didn't rush to deal with them, but turned to look at Chen Ya.

"Sister Ya, what do you want to do with this father and son?"

He left the decision to Chen Ya.

After all, she was the one who suffered the most injustices, and she was the one who had been exploited by this father and son for many years.

Chen Ya looked at her nominal ex-husband and son kneeling on the ground, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes.

There was joy, sorrow, and relief.

She took a deep breath and walked up to Zhao Shijiang.

"Zhao Shijiang, our friendship from twenty years ago was over the moment you had Ghost Hand kill Zhou Ran and forced me to sign."

Chen Ya's voice was cold and resolute.

"I won't kill you, for fear of getting my hands dirty."

"The death penalty may be waived, but punishment is inescapable."

I want you to hand over all of Jiangcheng's businesses to Zhou Ran.

Then, take your precious son and get out of Jiangcheng.

"I never want to see you again in this lifetime."

Zhao Shijiang's face twitched.

Jiangcheng is the headquarters of Hongyuan Group!

But under Zhou Ran's icy gaze, how could he dare to utter a single word of dissent?

"Great! Tonight, have the legal department draft the contract tonight!"

"Get lost."

As if granted a general amnesty.

Zhao Shijiang and his son left in a very disheveled state.

There were no harsh words, no glances back, only the panicked panic of a stray dog.

The legal team from Hongyuan Group arrived half an hour later and completed the asset transfer with the top-notch legal team summoned by Chen Ya.

It was a one-sided massacre.

A thick stack of documents lay on the coffee table, each one peeling away the layers of the Zhao family's accumulated wealth over the years.

The most premium commercial buildings under the Hongyuan Group, as well as all of Jiangcheng's properties.

The scratching sound of the pen hitting the paper sounded particularly jarring in the empty living room.

An hour later.

After signing the last word, Zhao Shijiang seemed to have all his energy drained away.

His hair turned white overnight. The once arrogant business tycoon now walked out the door with a hunched back and faltering steps.

Zhao Tao was also dragged off G63 by Chen Ya's bodyguards.

There is no other reason.

This car is registered under the company name of Hongyuan Group.

As for Su Xiaoxiao...

She remained kneeling in the corner, her makeup ruined, looking like a clown.

Seeing that Zhao Tao and his son had left, she placed her last hope on Zhou Ran.

"Zhou Ran... I was immature before..."

She crawled over on her hands and feet, trying to hug Zhou Ran's legs.

A high heel blocked her way.

"Drag him out."

Chen Ya's voice was devoid of any warmth.

Two bodyguards in black stepped forward and dragged Su Xiaoxiao up like a dead dog.

"Zhou Ran! You can't do this to me! I love you, Zhou Ran!"

The piercing screams abruptly ceased as the gate closed.

Outside the window, the rain poured down. The materialistic woman was thrown into the muddy rain, her ridiculous dream of marrying into a wealthy family shattered into dust.

The room returned to calm.

Chen Ya waved everyone away.

Only she and Zhou Ran remained in the large living room.

Looking at the stack of asset transfer documents worth billions in her hand, Chen Ya suddenly felt a sense of unreality.

She had been working her way up in this industry for over a decade, scheming and plotting for these interests, but she never imagined that one day, victory would come so easily and brutally.

Simply because of the man in front of her.

"What? You don't think I'm a good person?"

Zhou Ran picked up the glass of red wine and swirled it gently.

Chen Ya turned around, her beautiful eyes sparkling.

She walked up to Zhou Ran, suddenly stretched out her arms, wrapped them around his waist, and buried her head in his strong chest.

"You're a bad person, the worst person in the world."

Her voice was somewhat muffled, tinged with relief.

"But my sister likes it."

At this moment, this powerful businesswoman, who once dominated the business world, shed all her armor.

From then on, she could finally shed all her pretenses and become the little woman who could only act coquettishly by Zhou Ran's side.

As Zhou Ran felt the dependence in his arms, the demonic killing intent gradually subsided.

He raised his hand and stroked Chen Ya's long hair, his fingertips radiating a warm, spiritual energy.

"Your headache's acting up again?"

Chen Ya's body stiffened, then went limp.

"It's my old problem; I haven't been sleeping well these past few days because of the bidding documents."

"sit down."

Zhou Ran helped her lean back on the sofa and pressed his fingers against her temples.

As the Yin-Yang Technique was activated, wisps of pure spiritual energy flowed into his fingertips.

For ordinary people, this is the best panacea.

With her blocked meridians cleared, Chen Ya felt a warm current spreading through her mind, and the stinging pain instantly disappeared.

Instead, there was an unprecedented sense of comfort.

"Um……"

Chen Ya couldn't help but let out a soft hum, and two blushes rose on her cheeks.

Ten minutes later, Zhou Ran stopped.

Chen Ya opened her eyes, her gaze filled with tears.

She looked at Zhou Ran, her eyes lingering on her lips: "Tonight..."

"Sister Ya, get some rest."

Zhou Ran interrupted her, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.

"There is ample time!

Your body still needs to be recuperated; it can't withstand my intense stimulation right now.

Chen Ya blushed and spat.

"You little rascal."

However, she was indeed extremely tired, and after being soothed by Zhou Ran's spiritual energy, she felt drowsy.

After settling Chen Ya in, Zhou Ran returned to his guest room.

"Kid, you've got guts."

In his mind, Ye Futian's voice carried a hint of mockery.

"That woman is completely devoted to you. If you just agree, you can have some 'essence' with her tonight."

"No rush, no rush. The spiritual energy in that safety amulet is still plentiful. Let Chen Ya replenish it first."

Zhou Ran sat cross-legged on the bed, looking at the black jade thumb ring in his palm, which he had taken from the severed finger of the Ghost Hand.

"This thing is interesting."

"It's just a low-level storage artifact. In the cultivation world, nobody would even pick it up if it were thrown on the ground, but in this land of declining Dharma, it's quite rare."

Nightfall disdains the heavens.

"With this person's cultivation level, it is absolutely impossible for them to open this storage space."

This shows that this old scoundrel indeed has great power behind him. You must diligently cultivate and not slacken your efforts.

Zhou Ran remained noncommittal, circulating the Yin-Yang Technique within his body to slowly absorb the spiritual energy from the safety buckle.

……

The next morning.

Sunlight pierced through the dark clouds.

Zhou Ran had just finished her HIIT workout and hadn't even had time to prepare breakfast when her phone rang.

It was an unfamiliar number, but he knew who it belonged to.

"Zhou Ran! Where the hell have you been?!"

A hysterical roar came from the other end of the phone; it was Liu Qiang, the manager of "Extraordinary Gym."

"You've been absent from work for three days straight, do you want to quit?!"

"If you don't want to work here, hurry up and come back to resign!"

Oh, and this week's entire paycheck will be deducted!

Liu Qiang cursed very smoothly.

In the past, Zhou Ran had always put up with him because of his meager salary, which gave him the illusion that he could be manipulated at will.

Zhou Ran held the phone further away, and only after the other end finished cursing did he speak calmly into the receiver:

"Okay, I'll be right there."

After saying that, he hung up immediately.

10:00 AM.

A black Rolls-Royce Phantom slowly pulled up in front of the "Extraordinary Gym".

Old Zhang got out of the car and respectfully opened the back door.

A shiny leather shoe stepped onto the ground, and then Zhou Ran, dressed in a well-tailored dark blue Brioni suit, walked out.

On his wrist, the Richard Mille watch reflected a mesmerizing halo in the sunlight.

Today, his hair was combed back, revealing his full forehead, and he exuded the aura of a sharp, superior.

Following behind him were the legal team and asset appraisers arranged by Chen Ya.

The group of eight, dressed in suits and carrying briefcases, looked menacing.

The receptionist was scrolling through short videos when she heard the noise, looked up, and froze.

"Coach Zhou...?"