(Extra Chapter)
His voice cracked slightly, eyes brimming with worry.
Park Gukchang’s face drained of color, his gaze hollow, still unable to believe that he had been effortlessly thrown to the ground by a woman—and beaten so thoroughly at that.
The assistant glared at Luo Yao and Liu Meng, his voice fierce but trembling with fear. "You’re done for, I’m telling you. Do you even know who this is?"
He was trying to salvage some dignity, but the quiver in his tone betrayed his terror.
Liu Meng shot them a disdainful look before turning to Luo Yao.
With a single glance from her, a group of bodyguards swiftly appeared.
They were well-trained, dressed in identical black suits and sunglasses, their imposing figures radiating authority.
In an instant, they formed a protective circle around Luo Yao and Liu Meng, creating an unbreakable human barrier.
The scene left Park Gukchang and his assistant stunned.They hadn’t expected this woman to have such influence—clearly, she was no ordinary person, likely a young mistress from a powerful family.
Though rage burned inside him, Park Gukchang also felt a flicker of caution. He was beginning to realize that this woman wasn’t someone he could mess with lightly.
"Good. A woman like this is worthy of me."
Despite being thoroughly humiliated, Park Gukchang’s twisted mind only grew more obsessed with Luo Yao.
To him, she was like a thorny rose—the harder to conquer, the more alluring.
Luo Yao narrowed her eyes, disgust and fury flashing in her gaze.
"You like pairing up so much? Liu Meng, find him a few pigs to pair with—literally."
Her tone was icy and decisive. She wasn’t about to let this insult slide.
Liu Meng’s pupils dilated in shock—she knew Luo Yao meant business.
"And since he loves recording so much, get a high-definition camera to document it for him."
"Got it."
Park Gukchang and his assistant screamed, "Don’t touch me! Do you know who I am? I’ll make sure you all pay for this—"
Thanks to Park Gukchang’s interference, Luo Yao’s mood had soured. She turned and strode back into the Luo Corporation building.
Her steps remained graceful, but her eyes simmered with irritation.
Yet the moment she reached the lobby, she was met with a sight that nearly shattered her composure.
Lin Ran had just arrived at Luo Corporation, driving leisurely into the reserved parking spot by the entrance.
He noticed a crowd gathered on the street but didn’t stop to investigate—his little demon was waiting to be fed, and he didn’t want to keep Luo Yao waiting.
After passing through the lobby’s security check, he headed straight for the elevators.
But then, a middle-aged woman surrounded by an entourage approached.
They chattered loudly in Korean, their expressions obsequious, like loyal servants fawning over their queen.
Lin Ran ignored them, focused only on seeing Luo Yao as soon as possible.
Yet the woman at the center froze the moment she spotted him, her eyes lighting up with delight. She glided toward him with practiced elegance.
"Hello!"
Her voice was soft and melodious, her gaze a mix of intelligence and allure.
Lin Ran frowned, his expression cold as he stared at the middle-aged woman before him.
He saw this woman dressed in custom-made clothing, the fabric looking rather high-end, with every stitch exuding luxury. She wore jewelry that was clearly expensive, the gems glittering brilliantly under the light, almost painfully dazzling to the eyes.
Yet, the way she looked at him was filled with affection, sending a chill down Lin Ran's spine.
What do you want?
He silently wondered in his mind.
"Can I help you?"
Lin Ran's tone was impatient. He disliked such inexplicable approaches, especially when he was in a hurry to meet Luo Yao.
Qian Yinshang asked with a haughty expression, "Why didn’t you keep looking at me just now?"
Her voice carried a hint of dissatisfaction and confusion. In her eyes, she was like a dazzling gem, someone who should naturally be the center of attention wherever she went. The fact that this man had ignored her was hard for her to accept.
"Why should I keep looking at you? Do you think you’re Chinese yuan or something?"
Lin Ran replied disdainfully, finding this woman utterly ridiculous and far too full of herself.
And have you even looked at your age? Still so confident?
The woman clearly hadn’t expected Lin Ran to respond this way. She froze for a moment, a flicker of shock flashing in her eyes.
But she didn’t say much else, simply staring at Lin Ran quietly, as if reassessing the man before her.
Nearby, two executives from Luo Corporation frowned, their faces filled with concern, yet they didn’t dare to intervene.
After all, she hadn’t done anything outright inappropriate, so they could only watch from the sidelines, hoping things wouldn’t escalate.
Qian Yinshang quickly regained her composure. A charming smile curled at the corners of her lips, her eyes laced with a hint of seduction.
"Very well, man. You’ve caught my attention. Keep me company tonight—my hotel bed is big and soft."
Her voice dripped with innuendo, the implication in her words unmistakable.
Lin Ran was utterly gobsmacked. His eyes widened in disbelief.
He never expected this middle-aged woman to say something so absurd. This was beyond ridiculous.
"Are you speaking Chinese right now?"
Lin Ran wondered if he had misheard. This woman must be out of her mind.
"Of course it’s Chinese. I like handsome yet indifferent Chinese men like you."
Though Qian Yinshang was a chaebol wife, she was also notoriously known as the "Samsung Queen of Players." Within Samsung, many had fallen victim to her exploits.
Lin Ran couldn’t help but feel a pang of pity for her.
"Look at you, dressed so nicely—turns out you came to China to be a prostitute. Too bad you’re too ugly and old. You should go find some octogenarian grandpas. Maybe they’ll take pity and give you a meal or two."
"And you’re Korean, right? In China, you can be shameless, but don’t steal. We despise thieves like you. Now you’re even trying to steal men? Truly, a dog can’t stop eating crap."
"What, no men left in Korea? Oh… right, only about 200,000 births a year, with over 10,000 suicides. I hear it’s because Koreans are all corporate slaves for the chaebols—when they can’t take the grind anymore, they off themselves. True or not?"