Transmigrated into a female-oriented novel, and put an end to the domineering CEOs all over the city

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My phone vibrated; Lu Na's location had been sent to me.

Lu Jingxiu opened the app, set the navigation, shifted gears, and stepped on the gas. The Dongfeng Mengshi roared to life and sped out of the parking lot.

On the way, he quickly went through the things he needed to do in his mind while driving.

Lu Na was fired, and the landlord evicted her; it's no surprise who's behind these two events.

Mo Linyuan took action, and he was quite efficient.

Calling the police won't solve the problem of getting you fired; we need to approach it from another angle.

As the car merged into the morning rush hour traffic, he held the steering wheel with one hand and swiped the screen a few times with the other, dialing a number.

"Good morning, Young Master Lu. What are your instructions?"

The phone rang twice before being answered. A cheerful female voice came from the other end; her voice was clear and bright, indicating that she had just woken up and was in a good mood.

"Do me a favor," Lu Jingxiu said, getting straight to the point. "A university president abused his power and used it for personal gain by expelling a student who had done nothing wrong. I need your official media to report on this."

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the microphone.

When Han Xuanxuan's voice came through again, her tone had become serious: "Which university?"

"Hebei Polytechnic University"

"Young Master Lu, our Ba Shi Daily cannot report this matter."

"Okay, I understand." Lu Jingxiu frowned and prepared to hang up the phone.

He thought Han Xuanxuan didn't want to cause trouble. After all, the university was a provincial university and the president was at the department level. The official media should really think twice before reporting on this kind of thing.

But Han Xuanxuan seemed to have anticipated his move and quickly called out, "Wait, wait, don't hang up yet!"

"Yes, I didn't hang up." Lu Jingxiu withdrew his finger from the hang-up button.

Han Xuanxuan explained quickly and clearly, "Young Master Lu, because this university is a provincial university, the president is under the jurisdiction of the provincial organization department and is a provincial-level cadre. If our municipal official media were to report on this kind of thing, we would need to consult with the province first."

"It's not that I don't want to help, it's just that the procedures don't work out."

She paused, a smile playing on her lips, as if patiently lecturing an anxious child: "I guess Young Master Lu wants our official media to report on this, and then get the Discipline Inspection Commission or the Provincial Party Committee to intervene, right?"

Lu Jingxiu remained silent, which was taken as tacit agreement.

"Letting the media take the lead and amplifying public opinion to supervise is a good idea, but it might alert the enemy."

"Scaring the enemy?" Lu Jingxiu frowned.

"Yes," Han Xuanxuan said in a light voice, "Think about it, once the report comes out, the principal will definitely pull strings overnight, and the key evidence will be destroyed. At that time, both the media and the disciplinary committee will be thankless, not only failing to find anything, but also getting themselves into trouble."

Lu Jingxiu took a deep breath.

He knew he had acted rashly and hadn't considered this aspect.

Han Xuanxuan is right. While official media reports can quickly ignite public opinion, they can also immediately alarm the other side.

Once the evidence is destroyed and connections are mobilized, things will become difficult.

He was only thinking about how to get rid of the principal, forgetting that he needed to secure all the evidence before doing so.

"Okay, I got it. Thanks for reminding me. I'll treat you to a meal next time," he said, preparing to hang up again.

"Wait, wait!" Han Xuanxuan knew as soon as she heard that Young Master Lu was about to hang up.

She knew that Lu Shao must be in a hurry, otherwise he wouldn't have hung up the phone so abruptly.

She stopped being coy and said directly:

"Young Master Lu, I have another idea. You can post about the principal's illegal expulsion of students on social media platforms and get influencers and online marketing accounts to amplify the story. This is called letting public opinion ferment naturally. Once the public opinion explodes, you can achieve your goal just the same way."

"But even so, won't the principal still destroy the evidence?" Lu Jingxiu asked.

What's the difference between this and official media reports?

"Oh, are you stupid?" Han Xuanxuan said, exasperated, her tone tinged with helplessness. "You should have the Discipline Inspection Commission start investigating quietly right now, under the pretext of receiving a tip, and report to the Provincial Discipline Inspection Commission at the same time."

"At this point, social media is probably just starting to generate buzz, and the provincial discipline inspection commission will definitely initiate a preliminary verification process. The commission will act very quickly and will be able to retrieve and seal the relevant materials and evidence immediately. At this point, the topic will probably just be trending on social media."

She spoke quickly, but with clear logic, breaking down the plan step by step and feeding it to Lu Jingxiu:

"Then our official media will report it, and you can take action at that point. This principal will definitely not be able to escape."

Lu Jingxiu gripped the steering wheel, listening to Han Xuanxuan methodically outlining the entire process on the other end of the phone, and felt a jolt of shock inside.

No wonder he comes from a media family; he's really familiar with this process.

Knowing when to let public opinion ferment, when to involve the disciplinary committee, and when to get state media involved—every step was perfectly timed, interconnected, and watertight.

To be honest, he hadn't taken Han Xuanxuan seriously before. He just thought she was a gossipy second-generation official who loved to play around and relied on her family's connections to get by in the media industry.

I'm only now realizing that this woman... has some skills.

"Okay, I understand." He silently went through the steps in his mind and memorized them.

"Then you owe me... um, four meals." Han Xuanxuan chuckled, her tone returning to its usual lighthearted and teasing manner.

"Then pick a time and tell me, and I'll treat you." Lu Jingxiu understood what the other party meant.

If you just owe food but don't take any action, your food debt will soon pile up like a mountain.

"Young Master Lu must be very busy these two days, so let's make it this Saturday." Han Xuanxuan made the decision directly, leaving him no room to refuse.

"Okay." Lu Jingxiu hung up the phone.

Saturday, right? No problem, he'll treat Han Xuanxuan to four meals on Saturday.

One breakfast, one lunch, one dinner, and one late-night snack, and you've made up for it all in one day.

Then we were even, and I could ask her for help again if I needed it next time, since she seemed quite willing.

Although Lu Jingxiu knew in his heart that Han Xuanxuan's enthusiasm for him must have some ulterior motive.

What was she after? Was it his status as the son of the municipal party secretary? Was it his access to information she couldn't get? Or was it something else entirely?

He didn't know, and he was too lazy to investigate.

But as long as she doesn't say anything, he pretends to be stupid. He knew how to pretend to be stupid before he transmigrated, and he's become even more skilled at it after transmigrating.

Soon, the car arrived at the navigation destination.

Lu Jingxiu pulled the car over to the side of the road, opened the window, and peered out.

I spotted Lu Na sitting on the edge of a flower bed across the street at a glance.

She was still wearing that white T-shirt and jeans, sitting on the edge of the flower bed with her knees drawn up to her chest.

Next to it were two suitcases, several bulging canvas bags and large plastic bags, and bags of all sizes piled up on the ground.

I lost my job, I can't go back to my rented apartment, and I was expelled from school.

Lu Na didn't know where to go next.

The city is so big, with so many streets, but there's not a single place that belongs to her.

She sat on the edge of the flower bed, her throat feeling tight and dry, as if it were being choked. Tears kept trying to spill out, but she managed to hold them back.

Lu Na, it's okay, don't cry.

Even if you cry, no one will see you, no one will feel sorry for you, and no one will help you.

She took a deep breath and forced down the sour taste, like swallowing a piece of burning coal.

Yes, I can't cry.

From childhood to adulthood, crying has never solved any problems. When I was bullied by classmates as a child, crying was useless.

One person worked so hard to earn tuition fees that they missed the last bus and had to walk several kilometers back to their rented room alone in the middle of the night. Crying was no use.

Tears are the most useless thing; once they've all flowed, you still have to wipe them away yourself.

Now we need to quickly think about what to do next.

If you lose a job, you can find another one. You can work at a bubble tea shop, a convenience store, or hand out flyers. You can always find a job that makes money.

If you can't find a rental place, you can find another one, even cheaper ones, or you can share a place.

But... I worked so hard for so many years to get into university, and now I'm being expelled. What should I do?

She had been strong for so many years, all for the sake of getting into a good university, finding a decent job after graduation, and gradually improving her life...

But now, that road is gone too.

Her life is over.

This thought was like a needle, piercing the softest spot in my heart once again.

My nose suddenly felt incredibly sore, as if someone had pinched it hard. Tears welled up without warning, streaming down my cheeks and dripping onto my knees.

Her throat felt tight and sore again, as if something was blocking it. She wanted to cry out, but she held it back tightly.