After Sylvia Ran stomped out the cigarette on the floor, she picked up her cup to take a sip of water, only to find it was already empty.
Frustrated, Sylvia Ran set the cup down and began pacing restlessly around the room.
This shabby little motel was tucked away in a corner of the old city district.
Crime and violence were a constant presence here, and Sylvia Ran truly hated coming to this place.
But right now, hiding out here was the only option she could think of.
All the big hotels outside required an ID to check in, and she was worried someone might recognize her—she definitely didn’t want that.
Especially with her scruffy, unkempt appearance—even she didn’t want to see herself like this, let alone anyone else.
This morning, while washing her face, her hand brushed against her Adam’s apple—it felt like it was starting to protrude again.
The discovery made Sylvia Ran extremely uneasy.
Back then, hoping for the best results and wanting to finish the surgery as soon as possible, she’d opted for a conservative procedure.
She had to leave the country as soon as possible.
Sylvia Ran quickly turned around and pulled a suitcase out from under the bed.
She opened the suitcase; inside were several passports.
Each passport had a different identity—these were Sylvia Ran’s last resort.
Luckily, she had money. Even if she couldn’t have the surgery, she could survive abroad as a man with that money.
This was her most desperate choice.
Sylvia Ran packed up her things, opened the door, and was about to leave.
She looked up and saw Charles Yin, tall and handsome, standing outside the door, looking at her with a half-smile...
“You... Why are you...” Sylvia Ran exclaimed in panic.
Her voice was becoming increasingly masculine.
Charles Yin’s eyes flickered. Hearing Sylvia Ran’s voice, he stepped forward.
Sylvia Ran instinctively stepped back, retreating into the room.
Charles Yin followed her inside, glanced around at the surroundings, and smiled even more deeply. “You can actually stand living in a place like this?”
Sylvia Ran suddenly remembered what she looked like now and hurriedly pulled up her collar to cover the stubble on her chin.
Sylvia Ran looked uncertainly at Charles Yin. Although she didn’t want to speak, the situation forced her to. “What do you want?”
Little A brought a chair from outside and placed it at the door.
Charles Yin sat down leisurely and looked at Sylvia Ran, saying, “I heard you prepared fifty million to go abroad for surgery?”
Sylvia Ran turned away, refusing to look at Charles Yin.
She had long known that, in front of Charles Yin, she had nowhere to hide.
“Are you here just to mock me?” Sylvia Ran asked coldly.
“No, I’m here to see you off.” Charles Yin smiled broadly. “After all, you did me a huge favor—not only did you make sure Ethan Yin lost all his power in the family, but those people I could never get a grip on handed over their shares themselves. So, how could I let you go on this journey alone?”
Although Charles Yin’s words sounded polite, Sylvia Ran could hear something else in them, and a chill rose from deep inside her.
Sylvia Ran knew very well that Charles Yin never showed mercy to anyone who betrayed him.
And everything she’d done was nothing but betrayal!
“Are you going to kill me?” Sylvia Ran rasped, looking up at Charles Yin.
Charles Yin didn’t deny it—he just stared at Sylvia Ran.
Despair flashed in Sylvia Ran’s eyes as she looked at Charles Yin. “Auntie would never agree to let you kill me!”
“If you were still the old Sylvia Ran, she wouldn’t agree. But you betrayed her, and she can’t tolerate betrayal either. When my father betrayed her, she was willing to die with him. Now you’ve betrayed her, why would she plead for you?” Charles Yin’s voice was calm but cruel. “Especially since I’ve told her everything you’ve done over the years. Guess what she said?”
Sylvia Ran’s face turned completely pale, and she staggered, sitting down on the edge of the bed.
Charles Yin stood up. “Do you have anything else to say to me?”
Sylvia Ran closed her eyes deeply. “Back then…”
“Don’t bring up the past. I’m not that person anymore.” Charles Yin interrupted Sylvia Ran firmly.
“I have nothing more to say.” Sylvia Ran opened her mouth, then looked up and saw the unfamiliar face in the mirror.
Sylvia Ran touched her face—her once fair skin was gone, replaced by a strange, masculine visage.
Maybe it really was time to end it.
So let it end.
Charles Yin left the shantytown with his people.
Just as everyone got in the cars, an explosion erupted in the motel where Sylvia Ran had been staying.
Massive flames instantly engulfed the entire motel.
The houses in the shantytown were mostly dilapidated and highly flammable.
No one paid attention to the man who seemed like a god; everyone rushed to fight the fire.
Charles Yin sat in the car, replaying Sylvia Ran’s last words in his mind: “Maybe you won’t believe it, but you really are the only man I ever loved. I know it’s too late to say anything now—your heart has changed. The reason you chose Cecilia Gu, isn’t it because her stubbornness reminds you so much of who I used to be?”
Charles Yin irritably undid the button at his collar, his sexy Adam’s apple moving up and down.
How could she ever compare to Cecilia?
She couldn’t measure up to Cecilia in any way!
Up front, Little A suddenly answered a call, said a few words, and quickly hung up.
When Little A reported to Charles Yin, there was already a hint of a smile: “President, Young Madam just called.”
Charles Yin perked up at the mention of Cecilia Gu’s call.
“Young Madam said she made a lavish lunch for you at home,” Little A said with a bright smile. “She also said she’s throwing a small birthday party for Xiao Wang at home.”
Charles Yin laughed. “As long as she’s happy, anything is fine.”
At the Yin residence.
Assistant Wang looked uneasily at Cecilia Gu. “Young Madam, you really don’t have to go to all this trouble! Really!”
Today, when Cecilia Gu found out Assistant Wang’s birthday was next Monday, she insisted on inviting all the assistants to the house to celebrate together.
After calling Little A, Cecilia Gu announced the news in the assistants’ group chat.
When the assistants saw that Young Madam was inviting everyone over to celebrate Assistant Wang’s birthday, they were all excited and cheered.
This was the first time something like this had ever happened!
Assistants in other households never had such good treatment!
Although their boss was Charles Yin, everyone knew that in front of Young Madam, the president was second-in-command!
Aunt Zhang also liked a lively house, so after Cecilia Gu gave the order, Aunt Zhang and the butler quickly got to work.
When Charles Yin returned, he saw his little wife, heavily pregnant, happily directing the servants to turn the living room into a banquet hall.
Under Cecilia Gu’s direction, the maids moved all the furniture out, and the room was arranged with a long table just like in Harry Potter.
Charles Yin’s assistant team was huge.
There were assistants from A to Z.
And that didn’t even count the ones working behind the scenes.
Cecilia Gu also knew Charles Yin had a team of assistants who never appeared in public, but at crucial moments, they would show up out of nowhere and make a surprise attack.