The Mother-in-Law's Laying Plans! Let the Bullets Fly for a While

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The encrypted dedicated phone line rang only twice in the study before being quickly answered.

On the other end of the receiver came a calm and capable voice, yet one that was clearly respectful and cautious.

"Teacher, it's so late, why are you suddenly calling me? Is there anything you need me to do?"

The man who spoke was definitely not a simple person.

But in front of Song Wan, he was always that proud student who treated her with the utmost respect and deference.

Even the rhythm of her breathing unconsciously softened slightly.

Song Wan watched the live stream of the deserted island in night vision mode.

There was no trace of anger in her gentle voice, but the words she uttered were as cold as ice water that had been steeped in a frigid pool.

"Help me find out about a talent agency called Starry Entertainment."

"Use your authority to thoroughly investigate their artist contracts from the past few years."

"Don't miss a single detail about those shady, unfair contract terms, the exorbitant termination fees that prey on newcomers, and the intricate financial transactions behind them."

Behind the gold-rimmed glasses, a chillingly sharp light slowly refracted.

It was just a silent gaze.

Song Wan looked away and spoke into the phone again.

His tone remained calm and steady, yet it carried the ruthless decisiveness of someone long accustomed to power, sending chills down one's spine.

"Don't act on them immediately, lest you alert them."

She picked up the slightly cooled celadon teacup beside her and elegantly took a sip of the finest Da Hong Pao tea.

"To kill a snake, you must strike its vital spot."

"To simply blacklist these bloodsucking cancers in the entertainment industry is too lenient on them."

"Take some time to work with the economic crime investigation department to find out their background."

"Give me all the irrefutable evidence of their tax evasion, money laundering, and contract fraud, and nail it firmly to the legal table."

Song Wan put down her teacup, making a crisp clinking sound.

"I'll wait until the day I close the net, so they'll never have a chance to recover."

The person on the other end of the phone immediately accepted the order in a deep voice, without the slightest hesitation or refusal.

After hanging up the phone, an invisible yet deadly legal net began to quietly weave over Xingyao Entertainment.

These clowns, still dreaming of capitalism and plotting to force Lin Mo to his death on tomorrow night's confession night, had no idea.

Just what kind of unshakeable figure did they offend?

Meanwhile, on a deserted island thousands of miles away...

The raging storm that had lasted for two whole days seemed to have finally exhausted its strength and gradually subsided.

The howling hurricane turned into a salty sea breeze, and the raindrops transformed into a gentle drizzle.

The narrow bamboo bed shelter remained pitch black.

Jiang Ruoyun maintained that awkward yet intimate posture.

She huddled inside Lin Mo's large, thick camouflage uniform, like a stray cat clinging tightly to its owner.

The distance between the two had long since crossed the boundaries of social safety, becoming an absolute negative number.

Beneath the thin cotton T-shirt, she could clearly feel the man's frighteningly hot chest.

And the strong, powerful heartbeat, one after another.

"Thump, thump, thump..."

This steady rhythm penetrated through muscles and bones, reaching Jiang Ruoyun's eardrums, becoming a rhythm even more reassuring than the thunder outside the window.

After learning the cruel truth about the five million yuan penalty for breach of contract, Jiang Ruoyun's feelings towards the man in her arms, who was delirious with fever, underwent a complete transformation.

Previously, she always felt that Lin Mo was an elusive and prickly mystery.

She clearly possesses superb culinary skills.

They can make even the cheapest roadside rice noodle rolls and oysters costing just a few dollars look so delicious that you'd want to swallow your tongue along with them.

He is clearly proficient in ancient woodworking techniques that have been lost.

In this desolate wilderness, without any modern tools, they managed to carve out a sturdy, moisture-proof bamboo bed by hand with a machete, without using a single nail.

Even the sound of a broken bamboo flute played casually.

But he insisted on pretending to be a worthless, useless person.

Every day, he either sleeps soundly under the shade of a tree or lounges in a rocking chair with a worn-out thermos cup, a common item for retired cadres.

Even in front of tens of millions of viewers on a live stream, he kept spouting absurd remarks like "Don't vote for me" and "I want to go home and harvest wheat."

The whole internet was celebrating, thinking he was trying to establish a "clean" persona against involution.

Fans even went so far as to vote and support him, pushing him to the top spot by a wide margin.

Even she had secretly gritted her teeth and sulked.

I think this bastard has absolutely no ambition, what a waste of his handsome face and amazing skills.

But now, all the scattered puzzle pieces fit together perfectly.

This guy, who seems nonchalant about everything and talks nonsense, is actually more proud and clear-headed than anyone else.

He was burdened by the exorbitant debts left behind by his ex-girlfriend, a gold digger, and was now deeply entangled in unfair terms and conditions carefully crafted by capital.

In order not to implicate innocent people, and in order to get away cleanly and efficiently.

He could only choose the most humiliating and self-destructive way.

Only through natural attrition can he trigger the liability exemption clause in the contract and regain his freedom.

Jiang Ruoyun sniffed, her nose stinging, and her red and swollen eyes welled up with tears again.

She quietly extended her slender, fair fingers and, by the dim light of the charcoal fire, gently touched Lin Mo's cheeks, which were abnormally flushed due to a high fever.

The scalding heat from her fingertips sent shivers down her spine, making her heart ache as if it were being pricked by needles.

"You... big idiot."

She leaned close to his ear and whispered in a low voice that only the two of them could hear, her voice thick with nasal tone and barely concealed heartache.

"A mere five million? Do you think I can't come up with that?"

"Even if you owe fifty million or five hundred million, as long as you're willing to ask, I can easily smash that lousy company to pieces with just some pocket money."

"Who gave you permission to push me aside without my consent?"

"You think you can scare me away by pretending to be poor?"

Seemingly sensing the slightly cool touch on his cheek, Lin Mo, still half asleep, frowned uncomfortably, his resolute brows furrowing.

The loss of body heat due to the high fever made him instinctively seek out heat sources around him.

He suddenly tightened his long arms, holding the soft body in his arms, which exuded a faint fragrance of shower gel, even tighter.

The man's chin skillfully found the top of Jiang Ruoyun's fluffy hair, as if it had found a special comfort pillow, and he rubbed it contentedly for a couple of moments.

This sudden movement was surprisingly powerful, almost catching Jiang Ruoyun off guard.

Don't be fooled by his usual frail appearance and constant complaints about herniated discs and kidney deficiency.

The muscular waist hidden beneath that oversized T-shirt, and that terrifying core strength, made him look like a lurking wild beast.

She struggled mightily to pull her head out from under his chin, panting heavily.

Just then, Lin Mo's chapped lips moved slightly.

He mumbled something in his sleep.

"Don't touch it... that fattest one... is reserved for the young lady..."

This dream-like murmur, brimming with extreme arrogance and possessiveness, instantly shattered the somewhat somber and oppressive atmosphere in the shelter.

Jiang Ruoyun was completely stunned.

She pressed herself tightly against his firm chest muscles, listening to his delirious words—even in his feverish, delirious dreams, he still remembered to protect her food.

Tears were still welling up in her eyes, but the corners of her mouth were already uncontrollably turning up in a wild smile.

My heart, which had been clenched with anxiety, was instantly filled with a warm feeling.

"Even with such a high fever, you're still thinking about feeding me?"

Jiang Ruoyun, as if in a fit of pique, stretched out her index finger and precisely poked the edge of his taut abdominal muscles.

"Let me tell you, Lin Mo, you're not getting rid of me."

"For the rest of your life, you'll stay by my side obediently and be my personal chef for life."

"As for all those messy things you've done, once you're better, I'll deal with those who didn't know their own mortality and bullied you."

This is a top-tier chaebol heiress who was pampered by Jiang Jianguo since childhood and is used to being looked up to by others.

At this moment, his eyes shone with an unprecedented determination.

Like a little lioness who has finally revealed her claws and is ready to defend her territory.

She had been exposed to the dirty tricks of the financial world since childhood and had seen far too much of it.

Xingyao Entertainment dares to use dual contracts to cheat the man she has her eye on. Do they really think the Jiang family of Beijing is just a clay idol on an altar?

Moreover, she knew exactly what was going on.

His mother, Song Wan, was certainly watching the live broadcast at night.

Given my mother's fiercely protective and cunning nature, if you cross her line, that lousy company's fate is probably already sealed.

When the day comes to close the net, we'll make that arrogant and domineering Zhao Kuo, and the boss hiding behind him, experience what true despair and a crushing defeat really mean.

Thinking of this, Jiang Ruoyun's last bit of worry vanished.

She carefully adjusted her position, afraid of disturbing the sleeping man.

She pressed her slightly cool limbs against Lin Mo's burning hot body as much as possible, acting as a human-shaped physical cooling pack without reservation.

The sound of raindrops hitting the banana leaf windbreak gradually thinned out, turning into a soft patter.

The rhythm of the waves lapping against the distant reefs has returned to its usual monotonous yet gentle frequency.

Lin Mo's muscles, which had been tense all night, seemed to finally relax slowly under Jiang Ruoyun's tireless comforting.

His originally heavy and rapid breathing gradually became long and even.

The dense cold sweat on his forehead no longer poured out as frantically as before.

Jiang Ruoyun gently wiped the sweat from his temples and neck with the cuff of her sun-protective clothing, her movements as gentle as if she were handling a rare treasure.

Before I knew it, weariness washed over me like a tidal wave.

After tossing and turning for most of the night in extremely harsh conditions, once the highly tense nerves relaxed, the sleepiness became uncontrollable.

She listened to the man's steady and powerful heartbeat, and smelled the unique scent on his body, a mixture of faint soapy fragrance and the aroma of grass and trees after the rain.

She slowly closed her beautiful, red and swollen eyes and fell into a deep sleep in his arms.

As night gradually faded, a pale light began to appear on the eastern horizon.

The salty, damp breeze unique to the island blew through the gaps in the bamboo forest, completely dispelling the last trace of gloom over the wilderness.

The undercurrents in the capital world are unknown to most.