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Zhao Zhipeng sneered and said, "President Su, find a man to marry and stay home to be a good wife and mother. Because of your hesitation, I seized the opportunity and signed the contract for such a good deal. You're truly an ignorant woman."

"you……"

Su Qin was furious, but there was nothing she could do.

Just now, as she was about to sign, Lu Fan's words came to mind.

For some inexplicable reason, she hesitated and said she needed to think about it.

Just then, Zhao Zhipeng rushed over and took the opportunity to sign a contract with the other party.

Su Qin watched helplessly as such a large order slipped through her fingers. She was filled with regret. If she hadn't hesitated then, Zhao Zhipeng would never have had this opportunity.

Moreover, he even gave it to Zhao Zhipeng to ridicule for no reason.

Su Qin snorted coldly: "Zhao Zhipeng, the one who laughs last laughs best. We'll see."

After saying that, Su Qin left in a huff.

That very evening, Zhao Zhipeng loudly proclaimed the contract he had snatched, and Su Qin was severely reprimanded by the old fogies at the company.

This made Su Qin even more depressed.

Su Qin's anger hadn't subsided by the next day, and she didn't even call Lu Fan. She harbored some resentment towards Lu Fan.

In the morning, Su Qin sat on the sofa and checked the day's news.

Suddenly, a news report caught her eye: Zhipeng Investment had been embroiled in a massive hidden debt crisis due to signing a contract that included unlimited guarantees, suffering heavy losses and facing bankruptcy. The so-called "standard transit structure" was actually an empty shell used to transfer risk, already heavily indebted.

Su Qin put down her phone, her face filled with disbelief.

"Isn't Zhipeng Investment Zhao Zhipeng? Is this the contract he stole from me yesterday? Has something really happened!?"

……

Lu Fan was fast asleep when he was woken up by his constantly vibrating phone.

He picked up his phone and saw it was Su Qin.

As soon as the call connected, Su Qin's excited voice came through: "Xiao Fan, did you see the news?"

Lu Fan rubbed his temples, got up, walked to the window, and pulled back a curtain a crack. The sunlight was blinding: "What news?"

"Zhipeng Investment, that bastard Zhao Zhipeng, he's finished!" Su Qin spoke quickly. "That Hongyuan project he rushed to sign last night was a debt trap that had already been emptied out! The contract had a hidden unlimited guarantee clause, and now that it's collapsed, Zhao Zhipeng is likely to go bankrupt!"

"It's good that Sister Qin is alright." He said calmly.

He wasn't unaware of Su Qin's attitude yesterday.

He felt it was best not to interfere too much in Su Qin's affairs.

"I'm fine... I almost was!" Su Qin took a deep breath and lowered her voice. "Xiao Fan, yesterday in the car, when you reminded me, I felt that you didn't understand business. I was rude, I'm sorry."

She paused, then spoke again with unprecedented seriousness: "Now I know how terribly wrong I was. Xiao Fan, you saved more than just one project; you saved all the hard work I've put into it over the years. I, Su Qin, will remember this kindness for the rest of my life."

Lu Fan could sense the change in Su Qin's attitude. Her previous intimacy with Lu Fan was more like the affection of a superior.

Now, Su Qin feels awe towards him.

Lu Fan's one sentence yesterday saved her from a loss of fifty million.

This ability completely won over Su Qin.

Or rather, to frighten Su Qin.

"Sister Qin, you flatter me. You are truly blessed. I just happened to see it and mentioned it." Her tone was flat.

Su Qin also knew that her attitude yesterday had pushed Lu Fan away.

At this moment, she remembered what the fortune teller had said: that she would meet a benefactor this year.

After this incident, isn't Lu Fan her benefactor?

Su Qin was silent for a few seconds before saying, "What you say is your business, but I should still thank you."

Lu Fan recalled his master's teachings: interfering with someone's fate, especially if they have avoided disaster, requires them to perform good deeds to resolve any potential karmic backlash.

So he said, "If Sister Qin really wants to thank me, why not donate some money to charity in my name? It could be for an orphanage, a school for the poor, or a reliable disease relief fund."

After a pause, Lu Fan continued, "The amount is up to you; the important thing is your intention. This way, it's better for you too."

"Charity?" Su Qin was slightly surprised, but then understood. "I understand. We'll donate 200,000 yuan, 100,000 yuan each in our names. I'll take care of it tomorrow."

"Okay," Lu Fan replied.

"Xiao Fan," Su Qin's voice softened, filled with genuine concern, as if the barrier between them didn't exist, "I'm keeping an eye on your situation too. Xing Yue is acting like a mad dog right now; Wang Huajian has said he'll stop at nothing to crush you. Be very careful, and call me immediately if you need anything."

"I will, thank you, Sister Qin."

After hanging up the phone, Lu Fan ate something simple and prepared to do some basic exercises to maintain his physical condition, as he usually does.

As soon as he opened the door, the scene before him made Lu Fan frown deeply.

On the once pristine security door, several crooked characters were drawn with a dark red, viscous liquid: "Get out of the entertainment industry!"

The liquid had not yet completely dried and was slowly flowing down the strokes, leaving grotesque marks on the off-white door panel.

Even more jarring was the sight of several crudely made, strangely shaped cloth dolls carelessly tossed about on the ground near the entrance, each covered with a printed photo of Lu Fan.

In the photo, his eyes and chest area were pierced by thick, long iron nails.

A faint, pungent stench, mixed with the smell of blood and decay, permeated the narrow stairwell.

This is not a typical threat or prank.

The way the dolls were placed, the location of the nails, and the ominous smell emanating from the liquid on the door panel.

This is a "witchcraft" imbued with ulterior motives, a low-grade but disgusting curse designed to disrupt the natural order of the place, causing the inhabitants to feel uneasy and be plagued by bad luck.

Lu Fan squatted down and picked up one of the plush toys with a blank expression.

"Lu Fan!"

Just then, a low, clearly anxious female voice came from the direction of the stairwell.

Lu Fan looked up and saw a figure wearing a large black sports jacket, a mask, and a baseball cap, completely covered up, walking quickly toward him.

Despite being so well concealed, Lu Fan still recognized those eyes and the way he walked.

Yu Tinglan.

How did she find her way here?

Yu Tinglan rushed to him, her gaze quickly sweeping over the mess on the door and floor. Her eyes flashed with a sharp light, and she grabbed Lu Fan's wrist with considerable force: "Don't touch this filth! Come inside!"

Her voice was low, but it conveyed an undeniable urgency.

Lu Fan was pulled into the house by her, and Yu Tinglan quickly closed the door behind her and carefully locked it.

She then raised her hand and took off her hat, mask, and sunglasses.

Her face was flushed from rushing, and the hair on her forehead was completely soaked.

"You..." Lu Fan just started to speak.

"I've arranged for people to take turns keeping watch around your neighborhood," Yu Tinglan interrupted him, her breathing still a little unsteady, speaking quickly. "The people keeping watch this morning reported that several suspicious-looking individuals left your place, so I rushed over immediately!"

As she spoke, her gaze fell on the rag doll with nails still in Lu Fan's hand, and her brows furrowed: "Throw this thing away! It's obviously no good!"

"These are some harmful tricks that came from Southeast Asia. They're not respectable, but they're disgusting." Lu Fan said calmly as he walked to the kitchen, turned on the gas stove, lit the doll, and threw it into a stainless steel basin.

The doll ignited upon contact with fire, emitting a slight crackling sound and releasing a distinct, acrid, burnt odor, which seemed to be mixed with a very faint, almost illusory, shriek.

Yu Tinglan watched as the flames engulfed the doll, her expression turning grim.

"They're resorting to any means necessary. Intimidation, curses, what's next?" She turned to Lu Fan, her tone resolute, "You can't stay here. Move out immediately."

Lu Fan turned off the fire and looked at the remaining ashes. "I do have this plan. It's just that I haven't found a suitable place yet."

"Come to my place." Yu Tinglan said without hesitation. "I have a large apartment in the east of the city. It has excellent security and is very private. It's usually empty. You can move there first; safety comes first."