If that man can truly bring her such a significant advancement, then temporarily rejecting a few television series is not unacceptable. Thus, she resolutely decided: "Okay, Dad. Since you say so, I'll come over right now. Let's meet the day after tomorrow."

At the moment he hung up the phone, a smug smile blossomed on Huo Sizun's face. He murmured to himself, "Lin Beichen, oh Lin Beichen, the treasure I've nurtured for twenty years will soon be in your hands. Even if you merely see her as a regular lover, it would be of great benefit to me."

Meanwhile, Lin Beichen had already gotten into the car that Huo Sizun meticulously arranged. The driver was still the familiar Sima Pingchuan. He glanced at Lin Beichen cautiously and probed, "Mr. Lin Beichen, may I know where would you like to go?"

Lin Beichen snorted coldly, his tone carrying unquestionable authority: "Take me back to the previous apartment; I need to rest."

Sima Pingchuan dared not neglect in the slightest, and promptly drove towards the destination. Over twenty minutes later, the car steadily stopped downstairs of the apartment. As Lin Beichen prepared to get off, Sima Pingchuan had already jumped down from the passenger seat, respectfully opening the car door for Lin Beichen.

"Thank you." Lin Beichen replied indifferently, then turned to leave.

At that moment, Sima Pingchuan seemed to remember something, a hint of embarrassment showing on his face as he spoke to Lin Beichen: "Mr. Lin Beichen, today's incident was indeed a misunderstanding. I'm relatively straightforward, and truly didn't grasp the situation today. Whatever orders you have in the future, I'm at your service, willing to do anything, anytime."

Seeing Sima Pingchuan's obsequious appearance, Lin Beichen curled the corner of his mouth into an amused smile: "Alright, I got it. You can go back first; I'll contact you if I need anything."

Sima Pingchuan felt Lin Beichen's coldness, and his heart couldn't help but feel apprehensive. He secretly surmised that he might have inadvertently offended Lin Beichen, and his days with Huo Sizun might be numbered. As he watched Lin Beichen's figure gradually disappear, he slammed the steering wheel hard, his heart filled with unwillingness and resentment.

Suddenly, a wicked idea flashed through his mind: "Since I can't get by with Huo Sizun and have offended Lin Beichen, why not seek allegiance with a force opposing Lin Beichen? In this way, I can find my own stage and unleash my true value!"

His gaze darkly fixed on the direction Lin Beichen disappeared, inwardly vowing: "Lin Beichen, oh Lin Beichen, you once looked down on me, but one day, I'll make you beyond reach!"

Meanwhile, after returning to the apartment, Lin Beichen did a quick wash before preparing to go to bed, when his phone suddenly rang. He frowned, answered the call, and found it was Lan Zihua.

"Lin Beichen, long time no see, how have you been lately?" Lan Zihua's voice came from the other end of the line, carrying a hint of concern.

Lin Beichen paused slightly, then returned to calmness, and replied blandly: "Everything is fine, how about you?"

He could sense that Lan Zihua might be displeased with his silence during this period. Indeed, Lan Zihua's tone revealed a hint of grievance: "I want to see you; you should have some free time, right? Don't tell me you've been busy with national affairs all day and have forgotten about me?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Beichen couldn't help but chuckle softly: "You set the time. How could I forget you? I've just been dealing with some unsmooth matters lately, so I haven't contacted you promptly."

He briefly recapped the current situation, knowing that Lan Zihua was special, thus not revealing too much detail.

On the other side, Xiaoming's story was quietly unfolding.

"I won't give in, I just won't!" Xiaoming roared, and though he was still young, his refusal to surrender was stronger than many adults.

He straightened his back, facing the provocation before him, not retreating in the slightest. The other boys were somewhat astonished seeing Xiaoming's firmness, and for a moment, no one dared to speak out.

At this point, someone cautiously said to the chubby boy: "Maybe just let it go; there's no need to corner him like this."

However, the chubby boy sneered coldly, scolding: "You cowards, daring not to do this small thing! Strip his pants for me, if anything happens, I'll take responsibility!"

The chubby boy, though young, was well-versed in adult tactics, threatening everyone with his father's status: "Tell you all, don't be afraid, my dad will protect me. If anything happens, I'm accountable, even if this school is demolished, we'll be fine!"

Under the chubby boy's coercion and bribery, the crowd finally took action. They pounced and removed Xiaoming's pants. Xiaoming struggled painfully but to no avail.

At this moment, the chubby boy walked over, picked up a shard of glass from the ground, sneeringly looking at Xiaoming: "You audacious, dared to defy me! Even my parents don't dare mess with me, yet you dare act this way toward me!"

After finishing, he viciously slashed Xiaoming's thigh with the glass shard. Xiaoming immediately screamed in a heartrending pain, blood pouring from his leg.

"Will you surrender? Call me daddy!" the chubby boy roared, threatening further, "If you don't obey, next time won't be so easy! I'll gouge another hole in your eye!"

However, even in such a situation, Xiaoming remained resolute: "No way! Stop dreaming! I'll never call you daddy!"