Miss Beautiful C.E.O and her system

Xiao Yue stuck with her, preparing for any moves should Mr. Hu take. Ling Qingyu was confident there wasn\'t going to be any problem in this place.

Once the old man made a move, he was doomed. Although for his son, he desired vengeance it hadn\'t consumed his rationality.

"Ms. Ling should know, that accidents happen every day. Don\'t think the thunder will never strike the same place?" Mr. Hu said.

"I\'ll take care of my own business. I trust my own security team and my luck." Ling Qingyu slowed down but kept walking.

"What about your employees then, Ms. Ling? Can you take care of them on a daily basis?"

Ling Qingyu stopped her steps, her back against the man, while Xiao Yue stood beside her with her eyebrows twitching.

Although Ling Qingyu appeared soft and gentle, under skin exuded a strong steel-like mindset that refused to budge an inch to the aggressor. Don\'t look at Ling Qingyu losing in front of them and giving up.

That was because they were familiar and as close as sisters. If she made up her mind, no one could sway her goal.

"Sir, is this considered a threat? Am I hearing everything correctly?" Ling Qingyu sneered and turned her head a little to the side.

The man chuckled and fixed his collar. "No, Ms. Ling. I\'m giving you some advice so that you can think more deeply about the consequences."

Ling Qingyu laughed coldly and said slowly. "Mr. Hu, you\'ve got my attention. Congratulations! From now on, my eyes are going to be on you."

"Same here. Vice versa, just the way we work in a business." Mr. Hu turned around and smiled.

"So, you want to play a game with me, huh?" Ling Qingyu rotated her body to the side.

"Of course, not after you cross me, you think you can get out of Province N in one piece; a metaphor by the way." The man stepped closer, his every pace increasing his momentum.

Xiao Yue wanted to slap her forehead and pray for the old man. One had to remember with only Tang Ziyi and her existence, Ling Qingyu thwarted the entire gang into chaos.

Now that Ling Qingyu had more professionally trained special guards, who also could act like law enforcement, she was already bullying Mr. Hu.

Nonetheless, the rascals had their ways. Mr. Hu\'s threat worked. Looking out for every staff inside her company seemed daunting and if not for his reminder, Ling Qingyu felt her action might be too late before she realized her weakness.

"I must say—thank you for reminding me. If Mister hasn\'t said anything, I might never know my weak spot." Ling Qingyu remained unfazed, releasing her aura and colliding with the gang leader like a queen on a high throne.

Mr. Hu smiled at Ling Qingyu\'s reply. He didn\'t think he was doing something advantageous for his enemy. Only through psychological pressure, Ling Qingyu would make mistakes and boom—it was his moment to move.

"After all, in front of the ladies, I\'ve to be a gentleman."

"A man?" Ling Qingyu snickered. "You\'re not worth calling yourself a man. A scum wasting our precious soil; animals should be better than you. If it weren\'t for the public occasion, you ain\'t going to be talking like this to me."

"Same to you as well, Miss. You gotta thank Shen family; otherwise, we might be talking privately in a cellar." Mr. Hu replied.

"Indeed, we will. But who\'s the hunter and who\'s the prey? I think it\'s difficult to tell." Ling Qingyu didn\'t give in.

"My wife is still in trauma, not recovering from my son\'s death, while you lived a life of enjoyment. What says you?"

The hallway seemed to dim as Mr. Hu\'s words hung in the air, each syllable heavy with grief. Ling Qingyu\'s surroundings blurred, and the air felt thick, like an impending storm.

"I hope your whole family follows your son. He died a good death. I\'ve to give applause to the culprit you are searching for because his death saves many more women from suffering and many families from breaking up." Ling Qingyu said. "No, I fix my words—I regret you weren\'t also burned. Tsk…Tsk."

"LING QINGYU, You think having Yang Qingyue keeps you away from harm." The man took a deep breath.

"No, I don\'t. I prefer self-reliance than depending on others." Ling Qingyu said. "I thought of letting you enjoy freedom but never expected you don\'t have gratitude and instead blame me for your son\'s death. Remember, once you make a move, I won\'t hold back either."

"Likewise. Likewise."

"Life and death," Ling Qingyu said, pausing. "A feud will be settled soon." Each word hung in the air, pregnant with a promise that sent a shiver down Mr. Hu\'s spine.

Ling Qingyu walked away, clanking her heels impassively. Xiao Yue followed and pursed her lips. Soon, an evil laughter rang from behind, echoing across the corridors.

"Ling Qingyu. Ling Qingyu. Hahaha! I never expected one day, the person I most hate would be a woman. Hahaha!"

Mr. Hu stepped away in the opposite direction.

The two\'s dialogue went smoothly without anyone\'s presence. As for whether there was someone eavesdropping, no one cared.

When Ling Qingyu turned the corner, she paused and struck hard on the red carpet wall with her fist.

Her eyes blared and her nostrils widened a little, gasping for more breath and exhaling deeply. She was controlling her frantic emotions when she spoke with the man just now.

It was hard, withholding her frustration and anger, to the brisk where she even wanted to destroy her high heels. How she wished she could\'ve slammed the old man to the floor and thrown him around like a useless bag?

"Sister Ling. Don\'t worry, you have us. Remember, you\'re not alone in this." Xiao Yue tried to console.

"I know. I\'m just a little moody." Ling Qingyu gasped for breath. "Perhaps, my period is nearing so much so that I needed to vent." She cracked a joke.

Xiao Yue felt relieved and nodded at Ling Qingyu\'s psychological forbearance. "It\'s good this way. He\'s merely poking a hornet nest. He has no idea what enemies he made today."

Ling Qingyu felt better after she heard this. "Indeed. My anger rises not because of a threat but because his words reminded me of Wang Xiuying\'s trauma. How many more have to suffer before it stops? Whenever I think of my employees, who are mostly women, suffering under their hands...!"

Ling Qingyu gritted her teeth. She didn\'t need to say more, Xiao Yue understood. Thinking of women facing their worst nightmare, Ling Qingyu\'s brain fumed. .net

Sex trafficking, forced prostitution, destroying happy families—none ever got justice and fixed. Now, this man who worked in those fields, laid his eyes on Ling Qingyu; she would be lying if she wasn\'t pressured.

Gangs never confronted and merely bullied the weak. That was what Ling Qingyu feared—being hit hard and suffering a tragedy when her focus was somewhere.

Xiao Yue smiled suddenly. "You don\'t need to care too much. Continue your normal routine. We almost forgot we have Athena."

"Yes! Athena!" Ling Qingyu exclaimed. "Godlike existence perfect for the job. Little Yue, you are indeed my number one strategist."

Neither said more but their brains worked at the same frequency. Athena cooperating with her guards and the police solved everything.

"I say, Sister Ling, stop calling me little, and are you sure you even have other strategists other than me."

"Thank you, Shortie Yue."

"…Ah!... Ling Qingyu...F**k you."

....

Ling Qingyu and Xiao Yue returned to their seats, before the main event began—the auction.

Xiao Yue sat beside Tang Ziyi and whispered what happened after they came from the toilet. Obviously, Tang Ziyi wrinkled her brows and tapped the table rhythmically with her index finger.

"I guess, we aren\'t going to be free in the following days." Tang Ziyi said.

Xiao Yue nodded. "Exactly. But it\'s great that we are free from boredom."

Tang Ziyi was nonchalant to Xiao Yue\'s words. "It seems we must upgrade and intensify the training of our guards. They are already good but I want the best out of them."

Xiao Yue\'s corner of the mouth twitched. She prayed for the poor souls who would be tortured in the next days and swore it wasn\'t her fault.

Every Ling Qingyu\'s guard felt chills deep in their spines. Somehow, the premonition that they were going to suffer came into their mind. Everyone kicked away the weirdness and concentrated on their current task.

Apart from Tang Ziyi and Xiao Yue, no one knew what happened when Ling Qingyu went out. She didn\'t want to create an extra burden on her confidantes.

Knowing more would only be detrimental to them. As for talking to Yang Qingyue, please, she didn\'t have to add more restraint unless necessary.

Since she meant life and death, there would only be one victorious and the result should likely end in killing Mr. Hu and his family. If Yang Qingyue knew her plan, she would immediately prevent her actions.

Ling Qingyu intended to cut off the roots, not even leaving weeds. It was for the better, for the people of Province N. If she sent those guys to jail, they would merely prosper inside the prison.

Who knew whether they could make a comeback? Only foolish people would rely on justice system in regards to those gangs.

No need to look far—wasn\'t her previous world, in Mexico, the cartel never waned or got extinguished. It was the justice system, which fed them advantages instead. Only brutal bloodshed could solved the deep root problem.

Soon, the host came up on the stage and a group of beautiful girls, wearing traditional red cheongsam brought up various packages hidden underneath the cloaks on the table and stepped behind with smiles and alluring eyes.

While many were breathing unstable, awaiting for the items to be unfolded, Ling Qingyu leaned on her palm, eyes moving up and down, scanning the girls\' body.

She sighed in regret. Although not to her standard, they were pretty in their own way. Anyway, it was better than a group of men posing.

"Hmph!"

Ling Qingyu straighted her waist and sat properly, coughing to show seriousness. No need to find who humphed, except for her petty Yang Qingyue.

Why couldn\'t she even feast over the eye candies? Ling Qingyu smiled appropriately at Yang Qingyue.