Chapter 39: [Satisfying Chapter] Vivian Swiftly Crushes the Scheming Woman

Lin Ran drove his Bentley steadily along Tianfu Avenue, each breath carrying the unique scent of a new car—the fragrance of success. The hand adorned with a Rolex brushed against the steering wheel, caressing that iconic B; truly, this was the most satisfying B in the world to touch!

[Congratulations to the host for acquiring your first car after divorce. If your ex-wife knew of your current achievements, saw you driving a Bentley, she would certainly be filled with regret. Reward: "Tears of Ex-Wife's Remorse." Mission accomplished, reward: one hundred million!]

So direct. So extravagant. It was just that straightforward—Lin Ran was being sent to slap his ex-wife in the face.

But... who was his ex-wife?

Lin Ran stared helplessly at the one hundred million reward, completely at a loss. He’d enjoyed his freedom enough; perhaps it was time to put "finding the ex-wife" on his agenda.

At this moment—

There were still two or three kilometers between Lin Ran and Jian Weian’s workplace. He called her.

...

[Only Have Feelings for You♪]

Ranbao was calling.

Jian Weian smiled and answered, “Hello, darling, are you here?”

“Mm. What do you want for lunch?”

“I get off in twenty minutes. If you arrive, wait for me a bit.”

“Alright, I’ll return the USB drive first, then come to your office.”

“Okay, bye-bye~”

Jian Weian hung up and returned to editing audio.

Beside her, Chen Tao thought to himself that Jian Weian’s boyfriend, Ji Bochang, was really coming to treat them to lunch. Chen Tao hadn’t told Wang Ting yet; if she knew Jian Weian was buying lunch, she’d definitely refuse to go, and their plan to get close to Ji Bochang would fall through. So, when Li Tai arrived, Wang Ting would have no choice but to agree.

On the other side, Wang Ting had no interest in Jian Weian’s boyfriend; she was eagerly waiting for Ji Bochang to bring her the USB drive.

Just then, her phone rang.

Seeing the number, Wang Ting paused. Jian Weian continued her work unperturbed.

Wang Ting composed herself and answered sweetly, “Hello, have you arrived?”

“I’ll be at the roadside where we met yesterday in a moment. Come down and get the USB drive.”

“I...” Wang Ting hesitated, then changed her tone. “I’m at work, it’s inconvenient for me to leave.”

“When do you finish?”

“About twenty more minutes. Or, could you bring it up to my office instead?”

Beside her, Chen Tao was at a loss for words. Even as Li Tai’s girlfriend, Wang Ting never let him come to her office. Every time he came to the building, she’d skip out to meet him in the lobby and take him elsewhere for lunch. Yet now, she was inviting this mysterious rich man into the office.

A man you were willing to bring into your workplace wasn’t necessarily someone you loved—but he was definitely the richest.

It looked like she really planned to use Li Tai as a stepping stone; as soon as she hooked the mystery man, she’d ditch Li Tai.

“Is that okay? If not, I’ll come get it after work, but you’d have to wait a bit.”

“I have things to do later. Send me your company’s address; I’ll bring it up.”

“Alright.”

Wang Ting hung up, satisfied, and sent the company address. She glanced smugly at Jian Weian. “So your boyfriend’s coming, right?”

Jian Weian replied, “Yes. Why?”

Wang Ting said, “My boyfriend is coming, too.”

Jian Weian smiled. “Congratulations.”

Women like Wang Ting loved to compare themselves with others. Whether Ji Bochang was really her boyfriend didn’t matter; what mattered was that he was coming to the office with the USB, and she could show off, pretending he was hers to satisfy her vanity.

At that moment—

Lin Ran looked at the message—[Laiyue Studio].

Wasn’t that Jian Weian’s company? So that woman was her colleague? He’d figure it out once he arrived.

Soon, the Bentley Continental GT pulled into the office building’s parking lot. As Lin Ran got out, the passing professionals, especially the women, cast envious glances at the shiny new car, some sneaking looks back to catch a glimpse of the owner.

Lin Ran stepped out—handsome, tall, exuding confidence and charm. The women’s eyes gleamed with desire. Handsome, tall, wealthy, and driving a Bentley—what woman wouldn’t be interested?

He strode confidently into the lobby.

...

Upstairs.

At Laiyue Studio, Wang Ting had already lost interest in working. She took out her makeup and began touching up, wanting to look her best for Ji Bochang.

Chen Tao watched her, wondering if she’d fall under his spell again.

“Perfect.” Wang Ting, radiant after her touch-up, straightened her skirt and was about to leave the editing room to meet Ji Bochang at the front desk when—

“Stop!” Jian Weian suddenly called out.

Wang Ting halted at the door, turning to see Jian Weian approach, step by step.

Wang Ting frowned. “What?”

Jian Weian smiled slightly, walked up, and reached out. Wang Ting, thinking she was about to be hit, instinctively blocked her.

“Heh, what are you afraid of? Your lipstick doesn’t match.”

Without waiting for permission, Jian Weian tilted Wang Ting’s chin up and, with a damp wipe, rubbed off her lipstick.

“What are you doing?” Wang Ting snapped.

“Don’t move.” Jian Weian’s tone was commanding, brooking no argument. “With this innocent look, bright red lipstick is all wrong. You don’t want your boyfriend not to like it, do you?”

Only then did Wang Ting realize that her lipstick shade was indeed off. She was about to change it when Jian Weian said, “I have the right one.”

She lifted Wang Ting’s chin higher, opened a pink lipstick, and carefully applied it.

Wang Ting didn’t dare move, subdued by Jian Weian’s forceful presence.

Just then, Ji Bochang’s call came through.

Jian Weian glanced at the phone. “Let your... boyfriend? Wait a moment.”

Wang Ting answered, “You’re here? Wait for me, I’ll be right out.”

She hung up.

Jian Weian smiled gently. “This shade suits you best—strawberry scent, his favorite. All set, go ahead.”

She stepped back, her smile bright.

“Crazy woman,” Wang Ting muttered, pushing the door open and hurrying off to meet Ji Bochang.

Jian Weian sat back down. Chen Tao leaned over, “Are you really planning to make up with Wang Ting and...”

Before the sentence was finished, Chen Tao was stunned. He saw that Jian Weian’s WeChat had a message from [Ranbao]: [What a coincidence—the girl who lost the USB also works at your company. I’m at the front desk. Come meet your boyfriend.]

What?! Chen Tao covered his face in disbelief. USB? Wang Ting? Jian Weian? The man Wang Ting was after was actually Jian Weian’s boyfriend, Ji Bochang? And Jian Weian had just done her lipstick, talking about the strawberry scent he liked. Who was "he"? Her boyfriend?

What was going on?

Chen Tao recalled that Jian Weian had asked him last night to invite Li Tai to lunch today. So it wasn’t really about lunch—Wang Ting was after her boyfriend, and Jian Weian was planning to expose her right in front of Li Tai?

My god, are these women all divine strategists? Such cunning!

Jian Weian didn’t spare a glance for the dumbfounded Chen Tao. She replied to Lin Ran: [I have a little more work to finish. I’ll come out when I’m done.]

Chen Tao: ???

She wasn’t going out yet—what was she planning? Was she letting Wang Ting walk step by step to her own downfall?

Chen Tao swore inwardly. Wang Ting was just coveting her boyfriend—was it really necessary to destroy her so thoroughly? Ruthless!

Suddenly, another chilling thought struck him. If Jian Weian was this calculating, then Li Tai must be arriving soon.

He immediately called Li Tai, glancing over at Jian Weian, who remained calm and focused on her editing.

This woman—Chen Tao was in awe—was truly formidable.

The phone rang.

“Hello, Tao, what’s up?”

“Tai, are you here?”

“Yeah, I’m downstairs at the office.”

“Just stay there, I’ll come down.”

“Why? No need, I’ll come up and see Tingting. She was exhausted after working late last night.”

Li Tai had no idea Wang Ting had been out clubbing.

“Hey, Tai, wait, wait—”

But Li Tai had already hung up.

It was over. Completely over.

Chen Tao looked again at Jian Weian, still calmly working. Was she really going to let Wang Ting spiral out of control and then deliver the final blow herself?

Incredible.