From rejecting the beautiful female CEO to becoming extremely powerful

Liu Ruyan put down her cup, leaned on the edge of the table, and slowly stood up: "Chu Ran, Yun Zhou, it's getting late, I'll go back first, let's get together another day."

"Ruyan, thank you so much for today. Here, take this..."

Ye Churan swayed as she tried to stand up.

As soon as I got off the chair, I swayed to the side and stumbled as if I were walking on cotton.

Lu Yunzhou reacted quickly, stepping forward to put his arm around her waist and saying, "Teacher, you've had too much to drink. Please rest on the sofa. I'll take Sister Ruyan there."

Ye Churan was feeling dizzy, and she grabbed his sleeve and mumbled, "Then you can deliver Ruyan to me for me."

"Don't worry."

Lu Yunzhou helped her sit back on the sofa, then turned and followed Liu Ruyan out the door.

The two went downstairs and walked onto the walkway in the residential area.

A night breeze swept in, carrying the scent of rustling leaves, and the fog of alcohol in Lu Yunzhou's mind cleared up a bit.

He glanced at Liu Ruyan, whose cheeks were flushed, and said, "Sister Ruyan, you've had so much to drink, don't drive yourself. Shall I call a designated driver?"

Liu Ruyan smiled and said, "Don't worry, my assistant is already waiting at the entrance of the community. You can just drop me off there."

"OK."

After taking a few steps, Lu Yunzhou hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help asking, "Sister Ruyan, if I may be so bold as to ask, are you really married?"

Liu Ruyan stopped and turned to look at him. The mole at the corner of her eye was particularly noticeable under the streetlight, and her lips held an indescribable charm.

"What? Isn't having you, Teacher Ye, enough? You're starting to want me too?"

Lu Yunzhou's face flushed instantly. He quickly waved his hand, his tongue tumbling out, "No, Sister Ruyan, I didn't mean that. I was just asking casually."

Seeing his flustered state, Liu Ruyan couldn't help but laugh out loud, her tone becoming somewhat serious.

"Hmph, don't be too greedy, kid. Looking at yourself now, you're penniless. Trying to win over this sister is a death sentence. Think it through."

"Would you believe me if I said I'd climb up the ladder with everything I've got?"

Lu Yunzhou touched the bridge of his nose.

Liu Ruyan raised an eyebrow and scoffed, "Tch, then you should try your best to climb. A pretty face and brute strength aren't enough. If you want a woman to truly belong to you, you need to have the power to make the decisions and the overwhelming authority to crush everything, understand?"

After saying that, she took a step forward.

Lu Yunzhou was still in a daze.

A soft substance touched his cheek, carrying the scent of wine and a faint fragrance.

Liu Ruyan's lips touched it lightly before she pulled away.

Lu Yunzhou froze on the spot, his mind went blank for a moment, and his heart suddenly started racing.

Liu Ruyan took a half step back, looked at his dumbfounded expression, and chuckled: "Go back, your teacher is so drunk, you should take good care of her."

After speaking, she turned around and walked slowly toward the entrance of the residential area. Her wavy hair swayed under the streetlights, and her silhouette gradually blended into the night.

Lu Yunzhou stood there for a long time before raising his hand and placing his palm on the cheek that had been kissed.

Liu Ruyan's words just now kept replaying in his mind.

She was telling the truth.

He has nothing now.

Without capital, backing, or connections, even with exceptional skills, one is destined to be someone else's assistant.

Su Qingwan's feelings for him were just a passing fancy; she could discard him at any time after she was done with him.

Needless to say, Feng Qianyi, with a marriage certificate right there, doesn't even qualify him to enter their social circle.

You can't accomplish anything with just a pretty face and some physical strength.

Having figured this out, Lu Yunzhou put his hand away, turned around and walked upstairs, his steps much heavier than when he came down.

Pushing open the door and entering the living room, Lu Yunzhou immediately saw Ye Churan sitting on the sofa, her shoulders trembling, her hand covering her mouth, emitting suppressed sobs.

Lu Yunzhou's heart clenched, and he quickly walked over and squatted down: "Sister Churan, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Ye Churan quickly raised her face, frantically wiping away her tears: "It's nothing, it's nothing, I'm just too happy. The cemetery matter is settled, and Ruyan has also helped me arrange things at the orphanage, I..."

Before she could finish speaking, her eyes welled up with tears again.

Lu Yunzhou felt a tightness in his chest and reached out to pull her into his arms.

Ye Churan didn't break free. She leaned against him, burying her face in his shoulder, and all the fatigue and grievances she had accumulated over the past few days turned into silent tears.

"Yunzhou, you've really grown up."

Her voice was muffled.

Lu Yunzhou gently patted her back, his voice low: "You've grown up. I've seen a lot of things outside, and I've suffered a lot. But I can assure you one thing: things will only get better from now on, and I won't let you suffer any more humiliation from anyone."

As he spoke, he unconsciously tightened his grip on Ye Churan's arm.

Ye Churan closed her eyes, leaned against his chest, and listened to his steady and powerful heartbeat.

The anxiety that had been building up for months slowly dissipated, and I finally relaxed.

After a moment of silence, she raised her head, looked into Lu Yunzhou's eyes, and said softly, "Don't call me teacher anymore, it sounds distant. Just call me Sister Churan."

Lu Yunzhou's throat moved, and he nodded vigorously: "Okay, Sister Churan."

Their eyes met, and blushes rose on both of their faces at the same time.

He knew exactly how much Ye Churan meant to him.

But he dared not speak, afraid that if he uttered a single wrong word, he would destroy the warmth he was currently experiencing.

As Ye Churan looked at the increasingly reliable young man in front of her, a string in her heart trembled slightly.

But she suppressed those thoughts.

She was several years older than him and a widow; how could she possibly be a hindrance to his future?

"Buzzing".

My phone vibrated three times in my pocket.

Ye Churan immediately sat up straight from his lap and tidied her messy hair: "You answer the phone, I'll go tidy up the table."

"Oh... okay."

Lu Yunzhou took out his phone and glanced at the name on the screen.

Su Qingwan.

He glanced at Ye Churan discreetly, got up, walked to the balcony, and pressed the answer button: "President Su."

The voice on the other end was icy cold: "There's a place I need to take you. Let's leave now. I'll send you the address in a bit. Don't be late."

Lu Yunzhou didn't dare to hesitate: "Okay, President Su, I'll set off immediately."

Su Qingwan sent over her location; the call had already ended.

Lu Yunzhou put away his phone and returned to the living room, where Ye Churan was bending over stacking plates.

"Sister Churan, President Su has something urgent and needs me to go over. I have to go. You should get some rest and don't wait for me."

Ye Churan paused, a worried look on her face. "It's almost midnight. What could possibly be so urgent that it has to be now?"

"It's a job, and the boss called; I can't refuse."

Lu Yunzhou shrugged.

Ye Churan knew he had no choice, so she softened her voice: "Then be careful on the road, drive slowly."

"Don't worry, Sister Churan."

Lu Yunzhou picked up his coat from the entryway, opened the door, and went out.

After leaving the residential area and getting into his car, he stepped on the gas and headed straight for the location sent by Su Qingwan.

After driving for more than an hour, the city lights gradually thinned out, the buildings on both sides became shorter, and the spacing between the streetlights became longer.

Lu Yunzhou parked the car near the destination indicated by the navigation.

Ahead was a deserted warehouse.

The tin roof was rusty and the surrounding area was overgrown with weeds. Six or seven black Mercedes-Benz and BMW cars were parked in a row on the open ground in front of the gate, their paint glistening dimly under the only remaining incandescent light.

A dozen or so burly men in black suits stood on either side, their backs ramrod straight, their eyes fixed on his car.