Chapter 70: My World is Too Complex

"Pfft—"

Lin Ruoxuan finally couldn't hold back and laughed out loud directly,

"Teacher Song, you might as well just pull out your ID card."

Looking at these two women with vastly different styles before his eyes revealing their true feelings either directly or implicitly, a trace of subtle sense of achievement spread at the bottom of Xu Yunzhou's heart.

But he quickly reined in his mind and considered secretly:

How should I get along with them next? This water is too deep, if not handled well it will be an Asura field burning my body.

Moreover, he didn't want to hurt anyone either.

Forget it, let them slowly adapt to this identity of mine that has shed its halo first before talking.

Perhaps after some time, when the filter of memories gradually fades, when they discover that he is also just an ordinary person who gets hungry, gets tired, and has various little flaws, that obsession originating from mystery and reliance will naturally fade.

It won't be too late to discuss it then.

He smiled, his tone peaceful yet carrying a trace of serious detachment:

"Jiaru, President Lin, there is something I hope you can understand. The current me is just an ordinary man, no longer that omnipotent 'Big Brother' in your memories, nor that 'Tyrant' strategizing in a command tent. I hope... you can realize this point."

Hearing this, Song Jiaru subconsciously grabbed Xu Yunzhou's sleeve, as if afraid he would disappear in the next second:

"Big Brother, I want to be with you, not because of anything."

Her voice trembled slightly, yet was exceptionally firm,

"It's because you occupied my entire youth, you are a part of my life. I don't know if this feeling counts as romantic love, but I know very clearly that since destiny let me find you again, then no matter what, I will absolutely never... let go again. Even if, even if it's..."

As if she used all her strength to say these words, she then quickly glanced at Lin Ruoxuan who was silent beside her, her voice lowering:

"Even if... even if it requires me to be together with President Lin... accompanying by your side to take care of you."

This shockingly compromising confession made Xu Yunzhou's heart jolt.

He saw the tearful light flickering in the depths of her eyes, which was filled with ten years of waiting and obsession.

Lin Ruoxuan quietly watched this scene, a trace of complex sorrow revealed in her eyes.

She gently took a sip of tea, the corners of her lips hooking up into an arc so faint it could barely be seen:

"Tyrant,"

She switched back to this address belonging uniquely between them, carrying reverence and intimacy, as if doing so could grasp a bit of the shadow of the past,

"I don't understand what cultivation or Mortal Tribulation is, but arriving at now, my greatest wish is to be able to see you obtain happiness."

Her gaze slowly flowed between Xu Yunzhou and Song Jiaru, ultimately freezing on Xu Yunzhou's face, carrying a calmness almost akin to relief:

"You and Teacher Song... are indeed very compatible. She is pure, brave, and her heart and eyes are full of you. I believe that with her by your side, she will definitely be able to take very good care of you, making this journey of yours in the human world pass... not so arduous."

Song Jiaru looked at Lin Ruoxuan somewhat surprised, unable to help blurting out:

"President Lin, what about you? Just now... didn't you also say you thought about having a child for Big Brother..."

Lin Ruoxuan smiled self-mockingly, lowered her eyelids, her slender fingers unconsciously rubbing the rim of the cup:

"Me ah... I'm too old, long past the age for talking about love."

"Not at all!"

Song Jiaru hurriedly retorted, looking at Lin Ruoxuan sincerely,

"President Lin clearly looks even younger than me! With this skin and this temperament, people would believe it if you said you were a college student!"

Lin Ruoxuan only smiled faintly, that smile not reaching the bottom of her eyes:

"Moreover, my world is too complex. Being in it, I've long been unable to extricate myself, and I have no way to wholeheartedly accompany him like Teacher Song can. If he is by my side, he might even be dragged in, facing unnecessary danger... So, mhm..."

She changed the subject, her tone becoming calm and decisive,

"But I guarantee, with me here, no one in this world can disturb your lives. Moreover, I will write a will when I get back. I will transfer the majority of the assets under my name to the Tyrant's name, consider it my... wedding gift to you two."

Song Jiaru's brows furrowed tightly:

"What will? What wedding gift? President Lin, what do you mean by these words? Why do you sound like you are giving your last words..."

Xu Yunzhou was even more startled.

Lin Ruoxuan had been exceptionally low-profile in the business world these past few years, with almost no public reports or movements.

What does "unable to extricate myself" mean? What exactly is she doing now? Also, writing a will at thirty-five?

The information revealed in her words were weird and ominous.

Just as he was about to open his mouth to press for details carefully—

"Buzz buzz buzz..."

Lin Ruoxuan's phone placed on the table was the first to vibrate urgently. The screen lit up, displaying the name "Song Jinxuan" and a message preview.

Almost simultaneously, the phone in Xu Yunzhou's pocket also vibrated.

He took out his phone and found it was a WeChat friend addition request. The attached message prominently read—Shen Mingyue.

He couldn't help but feel it was somewhat funny. Song Jiaru's execution ability is too strong, pushing the "substitute player" over so quickly?

However, when he passed the friend verification and saw the first message sent by the other party, that trace of a smile on his face instantly froze:

[Remind President Lin, the brake fluid line of her custom bulletproof red Ferrari has been tampered with. Tell her to immediately send someone to check it! Additionally, please do not reveal the source of the information, otherwise you will not receive the next warning.]

...

As the morning sun filtered through the curtains, Su Qianran rubbed her fiercely throbbing temples, sitting up in her bed with intense irritability.

After returning home last night, before she even had time to digest the cowardly anger she suffered at KTV, her parents' relentless nagging had descended upon her like a chorus of demonic entities piercing her eardrums.

"Ranran, did you hear? Xu Yunzhou really sold that marital home! Where is the money? Hurry up and go ask for it! Your brother's bride price for getting married is still short by a large chunk!"

"Also, that new boyfriend you mentioned, Chen Beichen, isn't his family very rich? Why haven't you ever brought him back for us to see?"

At the time, Su Qianran only wanted to explode on the spot. Ultimately she could only cover her ears and flee back to her room, cursing Xu Yunzhou thousands of times in her heart.

However, waking up from the hangover, rationality returning, a more terrifying memory from last night surfaced—she actually clashed with Song Jinxuan in front of so many people, and even pointed at her nose and cursed with dirty words!

"Finished..."

Just recalling that scene, Su Qianran felt a wave of suffocating lingering fear.

What status does Song Jinxuan have? Pinching a small fry like her to death is easier than crushing an ant! Could the other party still tolerate her staying in her own company?

She subconsciously wanted to find Chen Beichen to ask for help. Just as her fingers touched the phone, the screen lit up a step ahead.

It was a message sent by her bestie Han Fei, accompanied by a video obviously taken from a sneaky angle.

The instant she clicked open the video, Su Qianran's pupils abruptly contracted, and an evil fire "whoosh" darted to the top of her head!

In the footage, Xu Yunzhou was intimately hugging a tall and graceful woman.

Although the woman's facial features were entirely obscured due to the camera angling behind her silhouette, that body profile could absolutely never belong to Song Jinxuan!

"Xu Yunzhou!"

She almost squeezed this name out from between her teeth, her nails digging deeply into her palms,

"I can understand you latching onto Song Jinxuan as sacrificing yourself to make money for our family, but early in the morning you go hook up with another vixen? Are you only satisfied if you squander all those ten-odd million of ours?"

(TL: I can't with this woman...)

Under the attack of anger on her heart, she decided to hand this "ironclad evidence" over to Song Jinxuan! Let her see Xu Yunzhou's true face clearly!

This way, wouldn't she and Song Jinxuan become victims "pitying each other for the same disease"? Maybe she could even establish merit because of this, getting a promotion and a raise!

(TL: "Pitying each other for the same disease" lian means people in the same miserable situation sympathizing with each other.)

Thinking of this, Su Qianran couldn't wait a single moment. She immediately got up and prepared to go to the company.