Chapter 142: Presenting Another Challenge

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When Lin Yunyun heard the news that Lin Zhi had been discharged from the hospital, she was in her mansion selecting this season’s new Hermes python-patterned Birkin bag. Upon receiving the news, her expression nearly changed, but then she thought to herself that such a minor incident would, at worst, only leave him with some injuries and memories, without bringing any real benefit.

She didn’t mind if such accidents happened a few more times. Even if everyone knew it was her, no one could do anything about it. Even the masked show crew eventually notified her that the stage curtain’s wear and tear had caused the incident and dropped the matter.

For her, the impact on the show was still significant, but for Lin Zhi, it meant constant worry day after day. When she thought about how cunningly the man had succeeded that day in the Emerald Pavilion, she couldn’t help but want to end him with her own hands.

Trying to control herself through Zhou Murong, Lin Zhi, you might no longer underestimate me. After this incident, many of her programs were suddenly canceled. Normally, she would have been anxious and upset, but now she was much calmer. It was just a few shows; sooner or later, her position wouldn’t be secure anyway. She might as well go all out and take down that damned Lin Zhi first.

Lin Zhi, since threats and intimidation don’t work on you, then let’s see how you handle this. When the time comes, we’ll see if you will resign in shame.

At that thought, a sinister smile curled at the corner of her lips as she spoke softly, “I’ll take all these. You may leave now.”

The boutique staff, accustomed to her lavish spending, left with smiles.

After everyone dispersed, Lin Yunyun resumed her poised demeanor and dialed a number. “Qi Ge, I’ve been very unhappy lately.”

“Little miss, missing your Qi Ge again? What happened last time, didn’t work out?” The man’s oily tone made Lin Yunyun feel nauseous, but she kept her voice sweet, “Don’t mention it. He escaped. I’m still looking for an opportunity. When the time comes, you must help me again.”

“Escaped? That takes guts. Just say the word, I’ll help you. So this week…” the man sounded hopeful.

“I’ll come over Saturday to keep you company,” Lin Yunyun said, pleased that her plan was working, and quickly played coy.

After hanging up, she summoned her subordinate, and a man in black immediately entered, ready for orders.

“Ark, I have a few tasks for you.”

“Understood, Miss Yun.”

“The other three are not difficult, but there is a personal secret you need to investigate. Once you find it, the other three will fall into place.”

“Got it,” the man in black nodded.

Lin Yunyun pulled out a name, a dark smile playing on her lips as she eagerly anticipated what would unfold.

The man saw the name and gave a signal.

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“Gather all useful photos and information about this person in Country Z. I’ll confront him personally when the time comes.”

“Understood, Miss Yun.”

After receiving the order, the man in black withdrew.

Lin Yunyun elegantly adjusted herself in the mirror, matching the latest handbag with a radiant mood. She had been careless before, always using harsh methods, which only forced Lin Zhi to find her boss and seize her weakness.

But now, the moves she made didn’t require her to appear personally. It was all about observing everyone’s reactions.

At Ling Ruoyu’s studio, Lu Ran and the crew had just finished a lively session and returned backstage to prepare for the next competition.

Lin Zhiwei and the team gathered in the conference room. She immediately resumed her usual decisive manner, folding her arms and speaking seriously, “Everyone, the next competition is imminent. The stage arrangements are already set with no changes needed, but there is something I must remind you.”

“You all know who caused my injury last time. Naturally, the next round will bring new challenges. Everyone must be cautious.”

After Lin Zhiwei finished, the three immediately understood. They feared that if Medusa’s strike on Director Lin failed, she would target the studio instead.

“There’s no need to worry too much. We’ll meet force with force and shield with earth, especially with the boss here.” Lin Zhiwei cast an admiring glance at her beloved, prompting Mei Ning to mutter, “Ah, Lin Ge, please, your looks are way too obvious.”

“Then don’t look,” Lin Zhiwei said casually. “Alright, you all get back to work. I’ll check on the recent private training between the boss and Mi’er.”

Xiaoyu and Zhao Lei immediately understood and left quickly, but Mei Ning remained dumbfounded until Xiaoyu tugged her by the ear, reluctantly following.

Once they were gone, Lin Zhiwei’s face showed a trace of worry. “I think Lin Yunyun’s next target is all of us. If anything happens to us, the online backlash against me will be overwhelming.”

“I have a plan,” Ling Ziheng said, clearly expecting this.

Lin Zhiwei’s eyes brightened. “I knew you had something planned. After all, I’m short-staffed.”

Ling Ziheng’s eyes were filled with affection for his little lady as he spoke softly, “Don’t worry, with me here, your plan won’t fail.”

“Then I’ll shamelessly cling to you,” Lin Zhiwei grinned happily.

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“The honor is mine.”

“However, the harm is unavoidable. Are you sure?” Lin Zhiwei hesitated.

“Don’t you think it will help us all resolve our own grudges?” Ling Ziheng’s eyes gleamed with rare cunning.

Lin Zhiwei snapped her fingers in admiration. “Clever. Why didn’t I think of that? Did you come up with this during that barbecue gathering when everyone was sharing their hearts?”

“Your praise humbles me,” Ling Ziheng smiled gently.

“Darling, I realize you really are the perfect example of a cold exterior but a warm heart. Though scheming, you’re a devoted protector,” Lin Zhiwei rested her chin on her hands, gazing at Ling Ziheng affectionately.

“There are exceptions,” Ling Ziheng raised an eyebrow.

“What exceptions?” Lin Zhiwei asked, puzzled.

He gently stroked her face with great tenderness. “You are the exception.”

Lin Zhiwei felt her cheeks flush, wondering how she was being seduced again, and muttered softly, “Why am I the exception?”

“For you, my heart is warm and passionate, and…” Ling Ziheng’s eyes flickered with teasing desire, lazy yet charming.

“You’re disgusting,” Lin Zhiwei quickly pushed him away. “Devil, keep teasing me like that and I’ll have to take you in.”

Ling Ziheng chuckled softly from his chest, his earnest and handsome face stirring her heart. She quickly turned away, telling herself not to look too much—this man was poison, honey-flavored poison that could kill without a trace.