The Obsessive Tycoon Claims the Deserted Heiress Chapter 274 - 253: I have prepared a surprise for you

If Ruan Yuan didn’t exist.

He wouldn’t have chosen to prove himself at this mont either.

Moreover, she wasn’t soone entirely without accomplishnts, and she could even unintentionally offer him insight.

In this manner, she had already given him trendous help.

Ruan Yuan brushed her nose lightly against his twice. Her heart felt sweet, but her expression carried a hint of playful reproach: "You’re the best at making people happy."

"It’s the truth," Shi Yin replied seriously.

Ruan Yuan couldn’t help but laugh softly. She pinched the man’s crimson ear, her alluring voice whispering low: "What would Yinyin like to eat tonight?"

Shi Yin discerned the implication in her movents.

His Adam’s apple bobbed. "You."

Ruan Yuan raised an eyebrow. It was rare to see him so forward. Her fingertips slowly traced the curve of his neck: "And aside from ?"

"Still you."

To Shi Yin, the woman before him was nothing short of a seductress.

Always alluring him, constantly awakening the dormant demon within his soul, which once unleashed, refused to retreat.

Amused by his words, Ruan Yuan dipped her head slightly, her lips brushing faintly against his collarbone.

As if confirming his thoughts, she truly resembled a seductress doing what seductresses do.

The atmosphere grew irresistibly charged.

Just as Shi Yin’s eyes darkened, becoming a radiant abyss, Ruan Yuan suddenly paused her actions.

She trailed her delicate fingers across his pale collarbone, eyes seductive as silk, and smiled boldly: "I’ve prepared a surprise for you."

"What is it?" Shi Yin imdiately thought of those peculiar items in her wardrobe.

His body’s reaction grew even stronger.

An emotion akin to anticipation wound around him, the desire in his gaze becoming like threads and webs, as though it aid to ensnare her entirely.

"You’ll find out tonight." Ruan Yuan lowered her gaze, taking a seemingly aningful glance in a certain direction.

To prevent him from succumbing to discomfort, she neatly adjusted his collar and slipped from his embrace without hesitation.

"I’m heading to the supermarket; see you tonight."

Like a heartless woman who disowned her deeds after indulging, she clicked her heels and quickly disappeared from his sight.

Left behind was Shi Yin, who, struggling with unresolved desire, appeared utterly exasperated and helpless.

**

The ng Family’s downfall happened so abruptly, it was as if they were pushed to the edge of a cliff without any warning.

Previously, an attack by Xing Ye had already dealt them a heavy blow. Now with Shi Yin joining the assault, they had no way out.

They could only watch helplessly as everything they had fought for over the years dissolved into nothingness.

ng Zheng’s assets were either sold off or repossessed in a flash. All that remained were the old mansion and a few million in savings—nothing more.

When ng Han was suddenly evicted from the villa ng Zheng had gifted her, she was utterly stunned.

Spoiled and pampered since childhood, she didn’t imdiately realize the gravity of the situation—or perhaps, she never even fathod the ng Family could fall to such depths.

She made a scene at the villa entrance, and only when the identity of the ng Family’s young mistress held no weight did she decide to return to the family’s main residence.

"Old ng, what... what do we do now..."

A sorrowful female voice echoed through the grand hall.

ng Mu clutched a handkerchief to her face, sobbing uncontrollably. The woman who always carried herself with dignity now let her tears and snot mix, ruining her makeup entirely.

"Enough!" An agitated ng Zheng shattered the teacup in his hand. His dark expression was terrifyingly grim.

Shards of porcelain scattered across the floor.

When ng Han entered the house, this was the chaotic scene that greeted her.

She carefully avoided the sharp fragnts and walked to the weeping woman: "Mom, what’s going on?"

"Han Han..."

Seeing her daughter, ng Mu’s silenced sobs erupted again uncontrollably.

She wrapped her arms around the girl: "We’re... bankrupt."

"What?!"

ng Han’s pupils constricted, unable to believe what she’d just heard.

Instinctively, she turned to the ng Family patriarch she had revered and adored all her life, her voice trembling: "Dad, is it true?"

ng Zheng didn’t answer. His silence gave her all the confirmation she needed.

Leaning back against the couch, he stared emptily at the lavish chandelier overhead, the weight of despair pressing down on him like an invisible shroud.

"Impossible!"

ng Han suddenly pushed ng Mu away. Her expression twisted with disbelief, her voice shrill and sharp: "Dad, you’re lying to , aren’t you?"

"Han Han, we’re not lying to you. The ng Family... is truly bankrupt." Though hopeless to the core, ng Mu, as an adult, still managed to speak rationally.

ng Han, however, was different. Having lived a life of luxury and adoration, she couldn’t possibly accept the reality of falling into the mud and becoming a commoner.

She swept the teacups off the coffee table with a single swipe, her eyes brimming with tears as she broke into hysterical laughter: "No, it’s not true. The ng Family can’t go bankrupt. There must be a mistake."

"Yes, a mistake! That must be it!" ng Han muttered to herself.

She stumbled toward ng Zheng, collapsing to her knees.

Her hands clasped his wrists tightly, pleading: "Dad, I know I was wrong! I shouldn’t have been so willful or caused you so much trouble. Please, stop joking with , okay?"

Seeing his precious daughter reduced to such a state, ng Mu was utterly heartbroken, sobbing uncontrollably.

The cacophony of weeping and chaos grated on ng Zheng’s frayed nerves, deepening his agitation.

Without hesitation, he raised his hand and swung it down hard.

"Smack—"

The crisp sound reverberated, silencing the room to the point where one could hear a pin drop.

ng Han tilted her head, her disheveled hair partially covering the rapidly swelling mark on her cheek.

Her vacant eyes stared blankly at the carpet, as though she felt no pain, frozen in place on her knees.

"Han Han!"

Even though ng Mu had always feared ng Zheng, she couldn’t bear to stand idly by in this mont.

She cautiously approached to help the girl up, tears cascading uncontrollably: "Get up, the floor is cold."

"Get out of my sight," ng Zheng’s voice was like a sharp blade, his eyes icy enough to freeze. It was as if he wanted nothing more than to kick the mother and daughter out.

Years of indulgence and favoritism toward them had vanished, leaving no trace of tenderness in his heart.

Stunned by his cruel deanor, ng Han felt her heart turn cold. Knowing staying longer would only deepen his disgust, she swallowed her sorrow and helped her mother stagger to the second floor: "Mom, Dad’s just angry; don’t take it to heart."

"Mom, what are we going to do?" Having slowly co to terms with reality, ng Han was calr than before.

But her expression remained twisted with despair.

Faced with the question, ng Mu was at a loss for words. Forcing a reassuring smile, she soothed her daughter: "Don’t worry, your dad isn’t one to be trifled with."

While comforting ng Han, she also sought to convince herself. Even if it was just a fabricated fantasy, she was willing to dive into it without hesitation.