Luan Yenan continued to look at Zuo's adoptive mother and father.
A voice came from outside the door asking, "Back then, didn't you sell me out with the dowry you asked Luan Yenan for? You even took my household registration with her. Can you still be considered my parents now? What right do you have to ask me for money?"
Luan Yenan turned around and saw Zuo Baixuan. He hadn't expected her to come downstairs. Her eyes were burning with anger, but her expression and tone were calm.
Her adoptive parents and their family can't cause her much harm.
Or perhaps she had long been used to it.
"You heartless brat! Even if we aren't your biological parents, the kindness of raising you is greater than the kindness of giving birth to you. Shouldn't you repay this kindness?" Zuo's adoptive father was meek and submissive in front of Luan Yenan, but when Zuo Baixuan appeared, his "fatherly authority" had room to be exercised.
Zuo Baixuan looked at him coldly, her disdain mirroring that of Luan Yenan.
Zuo's adoptive father's temper flared, and he burst into a tirade: "You've really changed now, haven't you? Now that you have a powerful backer, you can even disregard the bond of raising you, huh? You ingrate! You have to pay me today, or it won't just be your colleagues who know about these things. We'll make sure the media knows you're an ingrate, and we'll ruin your reputation!"
"You want two hundred thousand?" Luan Yenan was too lazy to listen to his nonsense and simply confirmed it again.
"Two hundred thousand is hardly worthy of your tens or hundreds of millions in net worth. It should be at least... two million! That would be enough for my parents to support in their old age." Zuo Xingliang made an outrageous demand.
Zuo Baixuan frowned as she looked at Luan Yenan, thinking that this man's "rich man's disease" had flared up and he was burning money, so she was prepared to spend money to settle the matter.
She immediately intervened, saying, "Don't give it to them. People like this will only become more and more insatiable. Why do they think that the fruits of other people's labor are their property? I had to give you the money I earned from working and the scholarships I received when I was a child, and that wasn't enough. They sold me off, and now they have the audacity to ask for alimony."
The security guard and the receptionist standing in the room secretly clenched their fists as they listened.
how so!
Although I had already sensed that these people were up to no good, I never expected the proprietress to have such a tragic background.
The proprietress turned out to be an adopted daughter, and her adoptive parents were extorting money from her.
What kind of beautiful, strong, and tragic character is this?!
Boss, you really need to treat Old Lady well!
Everyone's eyes were focused on Luan Yenan, wanting to see how she would react.
"Oh dear, Mr. Luan is willing, what are you saying, child?" Zuo's foster mother hurriedly said, afraid that Luan Yenan would change his mind.
Luan Yenan stood up and walked to Zuo Baixuan.
Just as Zuo Baixuan was about to speak anxiously, she saw a fox-like smile on Luan Yenan's face.
Zuo Baixuan swallowed her words immediately. She was so angry that she lost her mind. Who was this crazy woman? She was the one who cheated people out of money, not the one being blackmailed.
She has more ways to deal with people than she does herself!
Luan Yenan hugged Zuo Baixuan in one arm, soothing up all the insecurity she had developed in this family environment.
Looking into her eyes, he slowly said, "Yes, we still have to take care of them in their old age. I will find them a quiet place with regular meals every day, as well as plenty of fitness and entertainment facilities."
Zuo Baixuan calmed down, her chaotic mind cleared, and she unconsciously laughed as she listened to Luan Yenan's explanation.
When the couple suddenly looked at each other and smiled, Zuo's adoptive father and his family were all stunned.
Zuo's foster mother laughed along, "There are such good places to retire? That's good, then we don't have to worry about Liangliang getting married."
"Oh, then we still have to worry, after all, he probably won't find a wife there." Luan Yenan looked at his foster mother.
Left's foster mother was still lost in her dream: "Oh, Liangliang is so young, there's no need to arrange for him to come and live here in retirement. We're not greedy, we'll just give him all two million, he can buy a piece of land in the village, build a house, and get a wife—that's more than enough."
Luan Yenan interrupted her: "That probably won't work, it's not allowed in prison."
"Prison?" Zuo's foster mother was stunned.
Luan Yenan took out the small item from his pocket.
It is a recording pen that is in operation.
"I think you should believe me that I have enough money to hire the best lawyers and send you to jail, right? Instead of letting you squander two million, it's better to give it to lawyers and ask them to help you enjoy your retirement." Luan Yenan's lips curled up, not minding wasting a few more words to explain.
There's no point in beating around the bush with this kind of person; it's better to be straightforward so they can understand.
"She's from Zuo's adoptive father's family. They weren't well-off, but they raised her. Now that she's all grown up, she's actually plotting against us?"
Zuo Xingliang understood as well, and lost all reason, rushing towards Luan Yenan in an attempt to snatch the recording pen.
Snap!
Before Zuo Xingliang could get close, a sharp sound landed on his face.
Zuo Baixuan stretched out her hand, ready to deliver a powerful slap—something she had wanted to do for over a decade!
This is how we repay their "nurturing grace"!
The sharp sound interrupted Zuo's adoptive father's insults, striking Zuo Xingliang's face and leaving him stunned.
Zuo Xingliang's hysteria intensified: "You shameless woman, how dare you hit me! You've been eating our food and using our money for so many years, how dare you hit me?!"
Luan Yenan found it noisy and left the room with his arm around Zuo Baixuan's shoulder.
She had originally wanted to see more of the jokes, but now, Zuo Baixuan clearly had no interest in watching them and didn't even want to give her a second glance.
The two security guards had serious expressions on their faces and blocked the only exit from the reception room.
Luan Yenan looked at the two receptionists outside the door and said, "Your boss and I left early."
"Okay, boss and boss lady, take care!" the two receptionists said excitedly.
His eyes were full of admiration for Zuo Baixuan.
They didn't look down on Zuo Baixuan because of her adoptive parents, nor did they feel sorry for her. On the contrary, they felt extremely satisfied because of that last slap.
Luan Yenan took Zuo Baixuan's hand and quietly walked into the elevator.
As the elevator doors slowly closed, completely cutting off the outside world, Luan Yenan pulled Zuo Baixuan into his arms.
Zuo Baixuan pursed her lips, wanting to refuse Luan Yenan's comfort.
A warm, moist sensation touched her earlobe, followed by a lowered voice, laced with suggestion, saying, "We left this morning before we even had a chance to take care of the side-lying area. So..."
A mouthful of wine was poured into Zuo Baixuan's ear.
Even though the vodka pheromones weren't present, my ears were incredibly itchy.
Zuo Baixuan twisted her body, trying to drive away all of Luan Yennan's bad intentions.
Then Luan Yenan continued, "So, how about we go to a shopping mall for dinner first, and then buy some bedding together?"
Bedding likely refers to duvet covers, sheets, pillowcases, and so on.
But Luan Yenan's ambiguous tone sounded strange no matter how you looked at it.
Zuo Baixuan rolled her eyes at her, knowing her intention, but she really couldn't feel grateful. Thank you.
Instead of trying to change the subject, why don't you talk about their family?
"Huh? I wasn't changing the subject. I was seriously talking about something. Yesterday, the sheets were all..."
"Shut up!" As the elevator reached the first floor, Zuo Baixuan covered Luan Yenan's mouth.
The computer maintenance team, who had just finished their shift outside the elevator, were caught up in this good fortune, and their eyes widened in surprise.
Zuo Baixuan hurriedly pushed Luan Yenan's head and turned to walk out of the elevator.
They pretended the maintenance team was invisible.
This time, Luan Yenan didn't deliberately say anything about how hard it was. He just glanced at them, raised the corners of his mouth, and leisurely followed behind Zuo Baixuan.
"Aaaaaah!" A scream came before the two of them walked out of the building.
Zuo Baixuan's ears turned red, and the feeling of wanting to kill her adoptive parents completely dissipated, leaving only the thought of wanting to "kill" Luan Yenan.
After getting into the car, Luan Yenan noticed that Zuo Baixuan didn't have a good look on her face, so he behaved himself and didn't say anything to provoke her.
After driving for a while, Zuo Baixuan finally spoke: "Are you really going to sue them?"
“I don’t have the money to hire a lawyer,” Luan Yennan replied directly.
"Pfft." Zuo Baixuan was caught off guard and laughed. "That's right, I almost forgot that our Boss Luan is a big debtor. If you had told them about this earlier, they probably wouldn't have come to extort you."
“You can’t say that, boss lady. I don’t have money, but you do. So you decide how to handle this matter.” Luan Yennan turned to look at Zuo Baixuan while the light was red.
The adoptive parents' family of vampires had been quiet for a long time.
The main reason was the deterrent effect of Luan Yenan.
They naturally knew that fighting against a powerful family like the Luan family would not end well.
Judging from their cowardly behavior today, it's clear that even after they arrived, they still think the same way.
So, who exactly instructed them to overcome their fear and come to extort money?
Luan Yenan wanted to see how much Zuo Baixuan knew.
Zuo Baixuan turned her head away: "There's no need to sue them. If we actually sue them, it will put us at a disadvantage in terms of public opinion. A large part of netizens on the internet always naturally stand on the side of the 'weak' regardless of the situation. 'Yituo' is developing rapidly, which obviously does not meet the conditions of being 'weak'. If someone is pushing things along behind the scenes, it will be even worse."
What's behind this?
Luan Yenan didn't respond, but listened as Zuo Baixuan continued.
Unfortunately, she did not get the answer she wanted; Zuo Baixuan simply listed "Luan Lizheng" and other potential competitors.
Luan Yenan stepped on the gas when the light turned green: "Then let's do it your way and let them go back. I'll send someone to send them a copy of the recording later."
Also, arrange for some people to keep an eye on them and see if we can find out who's behind them.
Perhaps it really is Luan Lizheng or some other competitor, or perhaps...
...
"You go up first. I just made a reservation at a really popular hot pot restaurant. I haven't had time to wash the car lately, so I'll just drive it to the car wash in the parking lot and come right away." After arriving at the mall, Luan Yenan helped Zuo Baixuan out of the car.
I did go to the car wash, but I also passed by the flower shop to prepare the first of 198 bouquets for Zuo Baixuan.
A few minutes later, Luan Yenan arrived at the floor where the hot pot restaurant was located.
The mall was bustling with activity at lunchtime, accompanied by background music and noise. But for some reason, she immediately heard Zuo Baixuan's intermittent voice amidst the noise as she headed towards the emergency exit.
The emergency exit door was locked, so there was a crack in the door.
Zuo Baixuan was standing outside, her back to the door, her tone oscillating between control and loss of control.
"You're the one who caused all this today, just to leave me isolated and helpless?"
"What exactly do you want..."
"I can't give this to you..."