Hearing that familiar voice, Cecilia Gu suddenly felt her heart settle!
He really came!
A crowd of people surged in behind Charles Yin.
The women in the room were stunned by the scene before them.
This man... was breathtakingly handsome!
He looked like he’d just stepped out of a painting—absolute perfection.
But in the next second, his aura erupted, and everyone instinctively looked away, too intimidated to keep staring!
Charles Yin’s eyes landed on Cecilia, worry and anger clear in his gaze.
Only then did Helen Gu have a chance to ask, "Cecilia, are you alright?"
Cecilia’s nose tingled with emotion. She gripped her mother’s hand and said, "I’m fine! Are you hurt? Did it hurt when they hit you?"
Helen Gu gently shook her head. "It doesn’t hurt, as long as you and the baby are safe, a little pain is nothing."
Cecilia’s tears fell like broken pearls, uncontrollable and streaming down her face.
She felt so useless—not only could she not protect her mother, but she’d dragged her into getting hurt for her sake.
Despite everything, Helen Gu straightened her back and wiped away Cecilia’s tears.
Charles Yin didn’t rush to Cecilia’s side. Instead, he walked in, his long fingers tracing the crack in the display window. "Such a tiny crack—how could you expect better compensation?"
Hearing Charles Yin’s words, the beauty manager and the woman called Ms. Fan couldn’t help but shiver.
At their age, it was easy to judge someone’s strength by their eyes and aura.
But weirdly enough, this impossibly handsome and enigmatic man was impossible to read!
Bullying outsiders was their usual rule here.
But never before had an outsider’s aura been so powerful that everyone instantly fell silent!
"Didn’t you want compensation from me?" Charles Yin turned around, and someone immediately brought over a chair for him to sit.
Charles Yin bent his long legs and sat down gracefully.
"If you dare ask me for money, you’d better be ready for what’s coming!" Charles Yin said, raising his finger slightly.
Little A quickly said to Cecilia and Helen Gu, "Young Madam, Mrs. Gu, it’s too chaotic here. Let’s wait outside."
Cecilia glanced at Charles Yin, unsure what he was planning. She nodded and left the store, supporting her mother.
She still needed to take care of her mom!
The moment Cecilia and Helen Gu left, a group of bodyguards blocked the shop entrance, trapping everyone inside and forbidding passage.
"W-what are you trying to do?" the beauty manager finally blurted out, a beat too late.
"Of course I’m going to compensate you for your losses." Charles Yin raised his hand, picked up the magazine Cecilia had just been reading, and flipped through it, saying nothing more.
In the next second, Little A directed the bodyguards to grab chairs and smash everything they could in the beauty center.
A few strong men—no way any woman could match that strength.
Just one chair thrown, and the whole cabinet crashed to the ground!
Glass shattered everywhere, raining down in pieces.
Everything—beauty products, personal belongings—was smashed to bits.
The dozen or so women were terrified, screaming wildly at the sight!
The beauty manager pulled out her phone, ready to call the police.
Little A said coldly, "This beauty center has been fully acquired by Yin Enterprises. You all have contracts with this place, right? Sorry, you’re all collectively fired. And the company will officially sue you—for massive theft of company assets! If you try to run, you’ll face multiple charges. Minimum sentence: ten years."
Little A’s aura wasn’t as strong as Charles Yin’s—he had a loyal, reliable vibe, the kind of person you’d barely notice in normal times.
But when Little A spoke, his words hit like a death sentence, weighing heavily on all their hearts.
The beauty center was acquired?
They were being sued?
How could this happen?!
The beauty manager shook her head over and over. "No, impossible! You must be lying! I’m calling the police!"
Charles Yin just kept reading his magazine, not saying a word.
Little A gestured politely, signaling the beauty manager to do as she pleased.
The beauty manager quickly dialed, "Hello? 110? I need the police! Someone’s smashing things in my store..."
"Ah, is this Qiqi Beauty Center? Someone’s already filed a report with the police today. They said it’s for renovations, so any noise is just construction." The reply came: "They have all the company paperwork. We can’t send officers."
What?!
Everyone in the room was dumbfounded!
How could this happen?!
No, absolutely not!
The beauty manager, hands shaking, dialed the big boss. He answered quickly, but before she could speak, he said, "Sister Liang, it’s not that I won’t help you this time—you messed with the wrong people! I never said anything about you bullying outsiders because you’re a local, but this time you’ve really blown it! You dared to hit the wife of the CEO of Yin Enterprises! I really... did my best... You’re on your own now..." The line went dead.
The phone went to a busy signal.
Yin Enterprises... CEO’s wife...
Her phone slipped from her hand, crashing to the floor and shattering the screen.
The beauty manager’s face went deathly pale. She collapsed to her knees, speechless.
It’s over. Everything’s over!
She’d never regretted anything so much in her life!
Right—a woman with a limited edition Hermes wallet, a woman who says she’ll pay by card and really does, how could she be an ordinary person?
So what if she’s an outsider?
In this province, who would dare go against Yin Enterprises?
The other beauticians panicked, crying and shouting, "It’s not our fault! We were just following orders!"
And the real instigator—Ms. Fan—was already scared stiff by the situation.
Her tough attitude earlier was only because her brother was a small-time contractor in town.
Locals usually gave her some respect.
But she never imagined the people she messed with today were from Yin Enterprises—and the CEO’s wife, no less!
Oh my god!
That damn Gu Jiaqiang—he never said his daughter married into Yin Enterprises and became the CEO’s wife!
If she’d known, she never would’ve dared treat Cecilia Gu so harshly!
"Uh... this has nothing to do with me, I’m leaving!" Ms. Fan covered her face, grabbed her bag, and tried to sneak away.
She hadn’t even taken two steps when a bodyguard stopped her.
"You haven’t received any compensation—how can you leave so easily?" Charles Yin’s eyes stayed on his magazine as he said softly, "If you want to take, then take a lot! Little A, I don’t like the look of her hands..."
"Yes, President." Little A nodded respectfully, signaling the bodyguard blocking Ms. Fan.
The next second, Ms. Fan let out a scream!
Both her arms bent at bizarre angles!
The beauty manager and beauticians were terrified, shaking all over, faces pale, some even wetting themselves!
This man was terrifying!
He really did it—no hesitation at all!
"You guys... I’m calling the police!" Ms. Fan screamed, "This is illegal!"
"Just now this lady charged over, trying to murder our president. Isn’t that right?" Little A turned to the beauty manager, giving her a meaningful look.
The beauty manager froze, then nodded frantically, adding, "Yes, yes, yes, Ms. Fan tried to attack, and her arms got hurt in self-defense!"
"Did we fight back?" Little A’s voice turned cold.
The beauty manager quickly corrected herself, "No, no, no, she attacked, but tripped and broke her own arms! The president didn’t even ask her to pay for damages!"
Little A nodded with satisfaction. "And the rest of you? What did you see?"
"Ms. Fan broke her arms herself—it has nothing to do with you!" The beauticians, crying and sniffling, echoed, "We saw it clearly, that’s exactly what happened!"
Ms. Fan was stunned, waving her broken arms, eyes rolling back as she fainted completely.
By now, the beauty center was pretty much wrecked.
Charles Yin finally stood up, satisfied, and walked out.
At the door, he said leisurely, "Make sure to pay extra compensation. Otherwise, how can we let people underestimate Yin Enterprises?"
"Yes, President." Little A bowed, "We’ll compensate at the highest standard!"
After Little A said that, the dozen or so terrified beauticians were scared out of their wits!
Highest compensation means paying with broken arms and legs!
They wouldn’t go easy just because you’re a woman!
If you dare hurt the CEO’s wife, who cares if you’re a man or woman?
Little A glanced around and said, "The beauty center has been bought, so no matter how much damage, there’s no need for compensation! As for you all..."
"We don’t want compensation, we don’t want anything! We know nothing!" The young beauticians cried out. At this point, playing hero would be pure stupidity.
"True, you’re all headed to jail anyway! No need for compensation." Little A nodded. "Someone will come to take your statements soon. Be sure to cooperate!"
Little A’s cheerful smile made everyone shiver—they all dropped to their knees, sobbing and begging for forgiveness.
Little A paused, "But the president gave orders for extra compensation. What should we do about that?"