After I stopped trying, a rich woman trained me into a demon emperor.

Inside the lobby.

Chen Yazheng was talking with Han Hongmei.

The two large glass doors were violently pushed open.

Dozens of uniformed personnel strode into the house.

The hard-soled leather shoes made a series of clattering sounds as they stepped on the marble floor.

The middle-aged man leading the group had a large belly and wore name tags on his chest that read "Deputy Director of the Municipal Fire Brigade" and "Joint Inspection Team of Industry and Commerce."

This man, named Zhao Qian, is a powerful figure among the younger generation of the Zhao family.

He had a genuine leather briefcase tucked under his arm, and his chin held high.

"Stop everything you're doing!"

"The person in charge, come out and give an answer!"

Zhao Qian drew out his words, displaying his official authority.

Chen Ya leaned back in the leather sofa, blowing on the white steam rising from her teacup without even lifting her eyelids.

She had witnessed countless such underhanded tactics in her ups and downs in the business world.

It's possible that another competitor is sabotaging us from the shadows.

Xiao Hongli fiddled with the folding fan in her hand, her face half-hidden by the fan, and said coldly.

"Where did this stray dog ​​come from, barking like that?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Qian was so angry that his face turned purple.

Throughout the entire capital city, even the most powerful figures in the business world would have to treat them with deference.

Leaving aside the family power behind them.

The uniforms they were wearing alone were enough to earn them some respect from others.

Zhao Qian, who was used to being domineering and arrogant, had never suffered such humiliation before.

He pointed at Chen Ya and shouted at the top of his lungs.

"We have received a formal complaint from a member of the public alleging that you are practicing medicine without a license, failing to meet fire safety standards, and engaging in commercial fraud!"

"The property is now being sealed off in accordance with the law!"

"All irrelevant personnel, please leave!"

"The person in charge, come back to the station with me!"

Several attendants behind him shook off the seal and made a gesture as if to stick it on the wall.

Han Hongmei, holding her coffee cup, watched the farce with great interest.

After Zhou Ran's treatment, her appearance underwent a dramatic transformation, just like the other wealthy women around her, making her look at least ten years younger.

Zhao Qian, with his mortal eyes, didn't recognize these top socialites who were usually influential figures in Beijing's business world.

Outside the rest area on the second floor.

Zhou Ran leaned against the edge of the solid wood railing, flicking the ash off his cigarette butt with his finger.

He didn't say anything to stop them, but just winked at Fatty Wang downstairs.

Wang Pangzi understood what he meant and hurriedly took out his phone from his pocket.

Open the chat interface named "Extraordinary · Supreme Socialite Group of the Capital" and press and hold the voice send button.

"Dear sisters, I am truly sorry."

This gym has caught the eye of thieves. We're new here and don't know anyone, so we're no match for these local bullies.

"From now on, the anti-aging therapy classes will have to be discontinued, and all of you ladies' journey to rejuvenation will have to end here. I, Fatty, have to go to the police station for a few days first."

Voice message sent.

Less than sixty seconds had passed.

The bureau chief with the Mediterranean-looking haircut standing to Zhao Qian's left had his cell phone start vibrating violently in his pocket.

The fire chief, standing on the right, also had his cell phone ringing loudly at the same time.

The Mediterranean Director took out his phone and saw that the caller ID on the screen read "Tiger Mother".

He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing, and carefully pressed the answer button.

The roaring female voice coming from the receiver was extremely penetrating.

"The one surnamed Wang!"

You dare try putting up a seal on this extraordinary gym today!

"I just paid five million for private coaching, and you dare to shut down my shop?"

How many heads do you have on your neck?!

"If you can't explain yourself clearly today, you can forget about being a live-in son-in-law!"

Director Wang was so frightened that his wrist went limp, and his phone fell straight onto the instep of his leather shoe.

The fire chief on the other end was in an even more dire situation.

His mother-in-law's shouts and curses could be heard clearly even three meters away.

"Wu Yang, Mom is still willing to call you son-in-law!"

"If you dare lay a finger on my coach, I'll have my daughter drag you into divorce proceedings first thing tomorrow morning!"

"I promise I'll expose all the dirty secrets you've been doing—keeping a mistress behind my daughter's back—all the way to your workplace!"

The noise that had filled the hall had completely subsided.

The only thing left was the incessant ringing of incoming calls.

Han Hongmei slowly stood up from her seat.

She took out her phone and skillfully dialed a number.

"Old Song, this guy Zhao Qian you're keeping under your command has quite the airs of an official."

"You led a bunch of people to my regular skincare shop and shut it down. I guess you've had your fill of being in this position, haven't you?"

A hurried and humble apology came from the other end of the receiver.

Now, thanks to Zhou Ran's miraculous recuperation methods, Han Hongmei has regained her figure and appearance, and has long since won back her husband's heart.

Not to mention that the Song family, that great tree, has already collapsed, and they no longer have a family background to rely on.

His dominant position in the marriage with Han Hongmei has been reversed.

Zhao Qian was still clutching the seal with the red stamp in his hand.

He glanced back at Director Wang, whose forehead was beaded with sweat, and then turned to look at Captain Liu, who was bowing and apologizing.

The gaze finally settled on Han Hongmei's radiant face.

A flash of inspiration struck him, and he finally recognized the wife of this high-ranking official.

Sweat dripped down his back.

"Misunderstanding...it's all a misunderstanding."

Zhao Qian took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead haphazardly.

"Zhao Qian!"

You dare to fabricate facts and lie about military intelligence!

"The fire safety facilities here are all complete, so how could it be considered a violation?"

You're the one who's acting recklessly and breaking the rules!

Captain Liu snatched the seal from his subordinate and tore it in half.

He turned to Chen Ya and bowed repeatedly.

"Mr. Zhou, we've been blinded by a villain."

This gym is spacious and bright; it's definitely a model fire safety facility in the city!

"We'll leave immediately and won't disturb your business at all!"

The two men, each leading their own men, slipped out of the hall as if their feet were greased.

In the spacious hall, only Zhao Qian remained standing there, at a loss.

The sound of soft footsteps came from the direction of the stairs.

The hard-soled shoes made a clattering sound as they stepped on the wooden steps.

"May I ask your name, sir?"

Zhou Ran walked down the stairs from the second floor with one hand in his pocket.

Zhao Qian's legs were shaking uncontrollably.

He originally intended to use the remaining connections left by the Song family to make some extra money and, incidentally, to vent someone's anger.

But to everyone's surprise, they kicked the hardest iron plate.

"Mr. Zhou, I was misled..."

Zhou Ran had already stopped in front of him.

Suddenly, his five fingers spread wide, and his large hand gripped the back of Zhao Qian's neck.

The arm muscles tensed slightly as they exerted force.

He lifted his obese body, weighing over 200 pounds, into the air with just one hand.

Zhou Ran twisted his wrist and threw the man away.

Zhao Qian traced an arc in the air, his body crashing through the glass door.

He tumbled all the way down the steps outside, glass shards cutting his face and drawing blood; he looked utterly miserable.

Han Hongmei put on a fawning expression and stepped forward.

"Coach Zhou, you have a good approach. You should teach this kind of shameless scoundrel a lesson."

She turned her head and glanced at the attendants waiting outside the door.

Now that we've demonstrated the value of our network, we must strike while the iron is hot and build closer relationships.

The driver, dressed in a suit and tie, immediately entered the hall carrying a long, rectangular sandalwood box in both hands.

"My husband recently had a business deal with the Japan-Japan Cultural Exchange Center."

"A ukiyo-e painting of a lady from the Edo period was sent over from there."

"The painting is extremely exquisite. I brought it here specially, thinking that it would add a touch of elegance to the master's lounge."

Han Hongmei personally opened the wooden box lid.

The yellowed scroll was slowly unfurled.

The Japanese lady in the painting is wearing an elaborate kimono, with her eyes lowered and a small folding fan in her hand.

The colors were extremely vibrant, and the paper emitted a strange, subtle fragrance.

Lin Qingxue stared directly at the painting, and the purple-gold mark on the center of her forehead throbbed involuntarily.