"Ji Yu!"
At Liu Yutong's light call, Ji Yu immediately stepped forward, grabbed a steel pipe from the roadside, and flexed his arms—snap!—the pipe bent like a noodle in his hands.
The terrifying sight sent Wang Shi and his gang stumbling backward in unison.
Holy hell, who in their right mind would pick a fight with this superhuman? That’s just asking for death.
Even if they ganged up on him, they were clearly outmatched. Some of the more cowardly ones had already started slinking toward the back of the crowd, ready to bolt at the first sign of trouble.
Bros before woes? Nah, when trouble shows, this bro goes.
As the standoff dragged on, footsteps echoed from the nightclub’s lobby.
Two well-dressed young men emerged, one of whom froze at the scene below. But when his gaze landed on the girl surrounded by the black-clad group, his eyes lit up with unmistakable delight.
"Yutong? What are you doing here? What’s going on?"
It was none other than Lin Muyang, the wealthy heir who’d been showing up at her school gates daily with roses in hand, relentlessly pursuing her.
Seeing Liu Yutong in a confrontation with Wang Shi, he immediately intervened. "Wang Shi, what’s the matter? Do you even know who she is? She’s my goddess!"
Wang Shi, who seemed unusually deferential to Lin Muyang, forced a smile. "Young Master Lin, it’s just a little misunderstanding with Miss Liu. We were just working it out."
After hearing the rundown of events, Lin Muyang played mediator.
"Miss Liu, now that everything’s been cleared up, how about this? I’ll cover your nephew’s medical expenses, and we’ll call it even. Wang Shi’s a friend of mine—do me this favor?"
Liu Yutong’s gaze was icy. "Sorry, but you don’t have that kind of pull with me."
Just then, Jin Xiangming jumped in, raising his voice. "So you’re Young Master Lin, huh? Your friend here had the audacity to suggest my Aunt Liu work as an escort for him! You think throwing money around makes it okay?"
"The beating I can let slide as a misunderstanding, but insulting my Aunt Liu? That’s not something we can just brush off!"
Jin Xiangming had sharp instincts—he could tell Lin Muyang wasn’t someone to trifle with and deliberately escalated the situation.
Sure enough, Lin Muyang’s expression darkened. The usually refined heir now wore a look of cold fury.
"Wang Shi, is this true?"
Wang Shi, a thug who’d seemed untouchable earlier, was visibly trembling—far more afraid than he’d been of Liu Yutong.
"Young Master Lin, I... I..."
"On your knees! Apologize to my goddess!"
Gritting his teeth, Wang Shi dropped to his knees despite the humiliation and slapped himself hard across the face. "I’m sorry, Miss Liu. I was out of line. I was wrong."
Resentment simmered in his heart—this was the first time he’d ever kneeled to a woman.
But Lin Muyang’s background left him no choice. He couldn’t afford to cross him, not even his own boss dared to.
Still, who knows what the future holds...
"Yutong, my friend’s apologized. Let’s drop it, yeah? Tell your guys to stand down. I’ll treat everyone to a late-night meal."
Lin Muyang was all charm with Yun Cheng, Ma Da, and the others, chatting like they were old buddies.
He knew these were Liu Yutong’s inner circle—winning them over would smooth his path to courting her.
Liu Yutong studied Lin Muyang closely. His behavior now confirmed a rumor she’d heard in her past life.
Her senior, Lin Ke, wasn’t just a single mother—she was the mistress of a powerful figure. Otherwise, a mere thug like Wang Shi wouldn’t be this terrified.
Lin Ke had always been seen as a strong, independent single mom, with no one knowing the father of her child. She never spoke of it.
Only after a scandal broke did the truth surface, forcing Lin Ke to resign.
And the supermarket incident? Seeing Lin Muyang now, Liu Yutong was certain—he was behind the takeover of Mingcheng Supermarket. He was the only one obsessed with replicating its promotional model.
In her past life, he’d pulled a similar stunt, which eventually backfired and dragged his mother, Lin Ke, down with him.
Had Lin Ke not been clean—no bribes, no abuse of power—she’d have ended up in prison alongside her son.
Liu Yutong couldn’t help but marvel at the irony. If her Wanlong Supermarket hadn’t pioneered the "micro-shareholder" campaign, Mingcheng wouldn’t have copied and refined it, growing large enough to catch Lin Muyang’s eye.
He’d clearly been inspired, and with his own projects suited to the model, he’d swooped in to seize the supermarket.
Now, she had a plan.
"Xiangming, since they’re offering compensation, name your price."
"Aunt Liu, are we really letting them off that easy?" Jin Xiangming, emboldened by her backing, wasn’t ready to back down.
Liu Yutong’s tone cooled. "Enough. Your father mentioned your wife’s pregnant. Shouldn’t you be spending more time with her?"
Jin Xiangming paled. Of course—Aunt Liu was a woman too. She must be displeased finding him fooling around at a nightclub.
"Aunt Liu, I’ll leave it to you." He quickly backtracked, not daring to push further.
Liu Yutong turned to Wang Shi. "Wang Shi, whatever amount Xiangming asks for, you’ll pay as medical compensation."
Wang Shi clenched his jaw and named the figure: 500,000.
Lin Muyang didn’t bat an eye. He took Jin Xiangming’s account details and wired the sum on the spot.
With the matter settled, Liu Yutong prepared to leave without another word.
But Lin Muyang called after her, "Miss Liu, care to join me for dinner?"
She glanced at him, then at the lineup of scantily clad hostesses inside the club, and walked away without responding.
Lin Muyang scrambled to explain, "Wait—I was here for business! I didn’t hire any girls, I swear—"
The slamming of a car door cut him off.
Once the black convoy had vanished, Yu Fei sauntered over. "Well, Young Master Lin, seems she’s not impressed."
Lin Muyang stared at the empty road, lost in thought. "That’s what I love about her. The more she rejects me, the more certain I am she’s the one."
Yu Fei followed his gaze and sighed. "Look, I was just joking when I suggested this. I never thought you’d take it so seriously. Why obsess over one tree when there’s a whole forest?"
"Exactly, Young Master Lin, she's just some deadweight who puts on airs. Our club has plenty of women—gorgeous faces, killer figures, take your pick! Just say the word, and I’ll arrange it for you!" At that moment, Wang Shi’s girlfriend chimed in with a syrupy voice.
Lin Muyang’s gaze shifted to her at those words. He glanced down, pointed at her red high heels, and said, "Those shoes look nice. Take them off and let me have a closer look."
Wang Shi’s girlfriend blushed slightly, feigning hesitation. "Isn’t that a bit inappropriate? I’ve already worn them..."
Still, she obediently slipped off one shoe and handed it to Lin Muyang.
Just as she was fantasizing—Could Young Master Lin actually be interested in me? If so, maybe I should ditch that deadbeat Wang Shi—
Suddenly, the black stiletto heel came crashing down right before her eyes.
"AHHH!!!"
A scream tore through the night.
Moments later, Lin Muyang snapped out of his violent trance and tossed the bloodied shoe to the ground. He turned to Wang Shi, who stood there clenching his fists in silent fury, and said coldly, "A woman like this isn’t worth keeping."
With that, he yanked open the car door, slammed the accelerator, and sped off.
Wang Shi stared at his girlfriend writhing on the ground, her face drenched in blood, then at the direction Lin Muyang had vanished. His eyes burned with rage—and fear.
Yu Fei watched the scene unfold and sighed, shaking his head. "Young Master Lin’s temper... really is getting harder to predict by the day."
