Lin Ran finally couldn't take it anymore and kicked out, stopping mid-air.
He looked at his shoe and muttered to himself.
"This was a gift from Yao Yao. It wouldn’t do to get it dirty. Uncle Fu, you handle this."
Uncle Fu wore a bitter expression.
"Young Master Lin, I don’t want to get dirty either."
But complaints aside, he still delivered a kick, sending Lin Tianba tumbling far away.
Lin Ran clenched his fist. "All together now. Don’t kill them—just leave them half-dead."
Eighty-one minutes later, all three mbers of the Lin family were utterly broken.
They had never imagined enduring such torture in their lives—it was excruciating.
"Brother… please… rcy…"
Lin Ran curled his lips into a dragon-like smirk.
"Will you dare ntion in your next livestream?"
"Never again."
"ntioning is fine—I’ll just tornt you more often. But if you dare disrespect my wife, you’re dead. Got it?"
"Y-yes…"
Lin Ran glanced at Lin Tianba, lying on the ground questioning his existence, and Liu Yuei, who could no longer stand.
"Tianba, there’s sothing you should see. I actually admire you—even now, you’re still sticking with this woman."
He pulled up several videos—footage saved from the day Liu Yuei and her son were thrown out of Suran Group.
"These are Liu Yuei’s personal treasures. Back then, she was still the wife of Suran Group’s boss. Who would’ve thought? Tsk tsk tsk. Quite the wild one. If I’m not mistaken, this must be Lin Jian’s real father, right?"
Liu Yuei stared at Lin Ran in disbelief, while Lin Tianba gaped at the phone.
He had always believed Liu Yuei was at least emotionally loyal to him—and physically, before she borrowed money from Brother Dao.
But now…
"Liu Yuei, you ruthless bitch—" Lin Tianba howled in agony.
Lin Ran watched his suffering with satisfaction.
Of the three, he hated this scumbag father the most.
Liu Yuei stayed silent. Today, Lin Ran had rely torn off her veil of decency. The truth was, she and Lin Tianba could never go back to how things were.
"By the way, didn’t you lose 100 million last ti at Brother Dao’s place? Did you pay it back?"
At this, not just Lin Tianba, but even Lin Jian stared at Liu Yuei in shock.
Liu Yuei’s eyes widened—how did Lin Ran know?
"That’s a lie! I borrowed money to save your father, then the Liu family scamd !"
Lin Ran tilted his head.
"Oh? Is that what you told Lin Tianba? You’re sothing else. Should I call Brother Dao over to confirm?"
Boom.
Their minds reeled.
The implications of Lin Ran’s words were staggering—he could command Brother Dao.
Which ant… everything Brother Dao had done to them might have been a setup.
"Was it you?" Liu Yuei pointed at him, horrified.
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". I told Brother Dao to lend you money so I could take a cut. I thought that would teach you a lesson, but you actually paid it back."
"Doesn’t matter. Later, I had Liu Ruxue trick you into demanding repaynt from Brother Dao. After all, you and Lin Jian had saved up 50 million in private funds—losing it all to the Liu family’s scam must’ve stung."
"And then you got hooked on gambling at Brother Dao’s place and lost 100 million? Damn, even I’ve never played stakes that high."
Lin Tianba was shattered.
"So… this is the truth?"
Lin Ran shook his head.
"No. The truth is, you’ll die a miserable death in the future."
"Hahahaha!"
Seeing the murderous rage in Lin Jian’s eyes directed at Liu Yuei, Lin Ran laughed in delight.
"Throw them all out. Dump them in the snow. Whether they live or die is up to fate."
"Yes, sir."
This ti, Lin Ran showed no rcy—not that he ever had, but today was especially brutal.
Whether the three Lius survived the freezing cold with no one daring to take them in… well, that wasn’t his concern.
If they died, good riddance.
If they lived, more entertainnt for him.
The choice between peace and drama? He left that to the heavens.
As they left, Jia Laoban followed, returning the place to its original owner.
The owner never expected to make so much money in just ten days—it almost scared him.
"Boss, maybe you should keep running this place. I don’t even feel right taking the money."
"What’s yours is yours. Young Master Lin doesn’t care about petty cash."
"Just one rule: if those three ever try to check in again, don’t let them."
"Got it! Easy enough. Thank you for the generosity, Boss. May fortune and love follow you always!"
Lin Ran patted his shoulder.
"Say that to the viewers, and I’ll give you another 200k."
"Absolutely! I’ll shout it every day—"
Lin Ran left, leaving the owner bewildered in the wind.
"Uncle Fu, scram off to Granny Wang."
"Right away, Young Master!"
Uncle Fu departed. The Lin family trio had already been discarded outside.
Lin Tianba was a picture of despair, as if the world had lost all color, now sulking in the snow like a tragic figure.
Lin Jian, however, had snapped. He seized Liu Yuei by the throat.
"You bitch! Losing our money to scams was bad enough, but you gambled away 100 million? Do you know how much that could’ve solved? I’ll kill you!"
Liu Yuei gasped for air, terror gripping her.
With her last shred of dignity ripped away by Lin Ran, she’d expected this outco.
"Son… if I die… who’ll earn money… for you…?"
Lin Jian hesitated, then slowly released her.
The money was gone, but she was still useful.
His gaze was icy, as if she weren’t his mother—just a tool.
"Fine. You live."
"Now drag Lin Tianba. We’re leaving."
Liu Yuei panted heavily. "Why bring him?"
Lin Tianba hadn’t spoken a word.
"He’s my prop for sympathy. Doesn’t need to walk or talk—just don’t let him die."
After a long silence, Liu Yuei spoke.
"There’s… one last place we can go."
She’d resisted ntioning it, not wanting to disturb the man she truly loved—until now.
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