Going back to being twenty, taking her heartbroken son to a massage parlor.

At the foot of the Muqing Group building.

Xia Lanlan stood by the roadside, wearing a large beige trench coat.

Even with such a loose fit, it still couldn't hide her enviable curves. On the contrary, the drape of the fabric added a touch of allure that was almost too much to conceal.

She took her phone out of her pocket, looked at the screen, and let out a long sigh.

What a sin.

Her eldest sister, Xia Yiyi, has been bombarding her with WeChat voice messages all day.

The core demand is only one: immediately, right now, go to Su Mu's company and broadcast live his miserable life of being treated like a slave.

but……

Xia Lanlan couldn't help but laugh whenever she thought about how affectionate Su Mu and her second sister Xia Qingwu were in private.

Others work like beasts of burden, and they really do work like beasts of burden, toiling away and working overtime until they're foaming at the mouth.

Serve as cattle and horses?

That meant being the second sister's ox and horse.

Can this be the same?

Goose, goose, goose, goose...

Xia Lanlan couldn't help herself; her eyes narrowed into slits, and she shrank her shoulders, letting out her signature goose-like honking.

My older sister actually asked me to do live streaming, she just... understands me so well!

Xia Lanlan made a decisive choice—refusal was impossible.

Such a great show wouldn't be complete without my own live commentary.

Wait a minute...

What if something weird happens during the live stream? Like something about an office?

Hey hey hey.

Xia Lanlan blushed, and her heart beat faster.

But then I thought, this is the company after all, in broad daylight, it shouldn't be... like that, right?

Su Mu must be working hard, right?

Yes, definitely.

Xia Lanlan took a deep breath and stepped into the elevator. She deliberately took out a black mask from her bag and put it on, covering her face completely.

The lesson learned last time was too profound.

We can't let ourselves be taken advantage of this time.

The elevator ascended smoothly. She opened WeChat and skillfully initiated a group video call.

The screen lit up, and the four faces of the best friends appeared on the screen.

Hi~

Xia Lanlan waved at the camera, her voice sweet.

On the other end of the video call, Xia Yiyi looked at the metal interior of the elevator and nodded in satisfaction.

"Third sister, you're still the most obedient."

"Have we arrived at the company? Where's that old scumbag Su Mu?"

Xia Lanlan nodded in agreement, lowering her voice to create a tense sense of infiltration.

"Yes, we're almost at the floor where Su Mu's branch office is located."

"I don't know why, but I'm suddenly so nervous, and my heart is beating so fast."

Honestly, she was really a little thrilled.

Jiang Yiyao's face suddenly loomed close to the screen, her gaze sweeping over Xia Lanlan's clothes before turning to Guo Rong beside her and muttering in what she thought was a very quiet voice.

"How can I not be nervous?"

"Wearing such a big coat, I have no idea what she's wearing underneath, and she still has such a great figure, like she's going on a wilderness challenge. What a scheming bitch, what a slut."

Guo Rong nodded in deep agreement.

"I think so too, the flamboyance is practically overflowing from the screen."

The two of them still kept a record of how Xia Lanlan publicly confronted them last time.

Xia Lanlan was so angry that her chest hurt.

Good guy.

Holy crap!

"Damn it! You two little bitches!"

"Everyone else talks badly about people behind their backs, but you two are doing it to my face! Are you pretending I can't hear you?!"

"My phone has excellent radio reception!"

Seeing that the war was about to reignite, Xia Yiyi's face turned cold, and she glared at Jiang Yiyao and Guo Rong.

"What are you saying?"

"Do you still want my sister to do live streams?"

"Jiang Yiyao, punish yourself with a drink!"

Jiang Yiyao knew she was in the wrong, but she still wouldn't let it go and added a sentence in a low voice.

"You can hear that? You have such good hearing, you slut."

After saying that, she was quite straightforward and didn't hesitate at all. She picked up the bowl, scooped up a large spoonful of the greenish-yellow cow dung juice, tilted her head back, and gulped it down.

grunt.

The broth looked thick, but it was surprisingly smooth on the palate, with a hint of grassy bitterness that was quickly overwhelmed by a wonderfully sweet aftertaste.

The soup also contained quite a few small pieces of grass, which were surprisingly chewy and crunchy.

Jiang Yiyao smacked her lips, her eyes lighting up.

"Huh? It tastes like matcha."

"I thought it would taste awful, but this herb is actually quite flavorful."

Xia Lanlan on the other end of the phone was completely stunned.

She knew it was beef offal hot pot.

But why is this thing different from the ones she's seen before?

Does this thing have foam?

Ding--

The elevator doors opened on the 17th floor.

Xia Lanlan stepped out of the elevator with her phone in hand. As soon as she looked up, she bumped into someone.

"Second Sister?"

Xia Lanlan was startled.

Xia Qingwu's pretty face was filled with murderous intent, her brows were covered with frost, and her eyes were blazing with fire. She didn't even see who she had bumped into.

"Get lost! I don't have time for you!"

She shoved Xia Lanlan aside and strode towards the branch office where Su Mu was located.

The high heels clicked on the floor with a rapid and angry "clack-clack".

He was still muttering to himself.

"Su Mu, you bastard!"

"You're dead! Nobody can save you today!"

Xia Lanlan stood frozen in place, watching Xia Qingwu's murderous figure disappear into the distance.

Meanwhile, on the other end of the video call, the group of girlfriends was in complete uproar.

Xia Yiyi's lips curled into a "everything is under control" smile.

Guo Rong blushed with excitement.

"Holy crap! Holy crap! This is going to be this exciting right from the start?!"

"The CEO has come knocking on our door!"

Jiang Yiyao slammed her hand on the table, almost jumping up in excitement.

"Hahaha! Yes! That's it!"

"Kill this bastard! That's exactly what we should do!"

"This is how an aloof female CEO should act! Humiliate him in public! Make him kneel down! Make him lose face! Make him suffer the humiliation of crawling between someone's legs!"

Xia Yiyi looked at Jiang Yiyao, who had completely gone mad, and slowly spoke.

"Yiyao, look at you, you're getting agitated again."

"Have you forgotten our bet?"

"That gloating expression, that vulgar language—a three-drink penalty isn't too much to ask, is it?"

"Not at all! It's totally worth it!"

Jiang Yiyao didn't care about any punishment at the moment, and picked up a large spoon to scoop soup into the bowl.

"What's so difficult about that!"

ton!

ton!

ton!

After swallowing three spoonfuls of rich beef offal broth, she wiped her mouth and felt completely refreshed and invigorated.

"Lanlan, hurry! Keep up! The live stream can't stop!"

Her series of shouts, coupled with gulping down that pot of strangely colored beverage,

This attracted the attention of tourists admiring the flowers on the nearby lawn, who silently kept a few meters' distance and cast caring glances at them.