—Brother Luo, the relationship between the Ruan family and the Luo family is unusual.

The conversation ended abruptly there. Luo Yuming couldn't help but frown. He had only instructed Cheng Yue to handle the aftermath before quickly leaving. Had Cheng Yue gone elsewhere to gather information...?

Luo Yuming remained silent for a moment, temporarily suppressing his doubts.

He reopened the information about his father's press conference today, his slender fingers tapping the table as he pondered.

"If the Luo family and the Ruan family have a close relationship, then if we take action against the Luo family, they will probably have to ask the Ruan family for help. In that case, we'll have to face both the Luo and Ruan families together..."

Luo Yuming remained silent for a moment. It seemed that no matter what the reason, he was going to give Ruan Qing'an a push. With her father's help, Ruan Tiantian had an absolute advantage in the struggle for inheritance.

Helping Ruan Qing'an would actually make them fight amongst themselves.

Just then, the tightly closed door was suddenly pushed open, and Ruan Qing'an was leaning against the door, talking on the phone with one hand, saying, "Okay, I understand, Grandpa Mo, thank you for your help."

Only when Luo Yuming looked over did she say, "This is called contacting outside help. Have you forgotten who my mother is?"

Ruan's mother used to be the head of the Han Group. She gradually disappeared from the public eye after marrying Ruan's father. However, some people still say that she was only in control in secret.

Upon hearing this, Luo Yuming's eyes darkened slightly. If that were the case, Ruan Qing'an's chances of winning would increase considerably.

...

Mo Hong helped Ruan Qing'an arrange to meet the two elderly members of the Han family at a high-end coffee shop. They were both high-achieving students who had studied abroad in the old days and were quite used to drinking coffee.

The next day, Luo Yuming drove Ruan Qing'an there and parked the car on the side of the road: "Do you need me to come with you, Miss?"

"No need, I'll have to do it myself."

As Ruan Qing'an spoke, he pressed his temples, looking somewhat troubled.

The original owner was indeed very difficult. After Ruan's mother passed away, she did not return to the Han family even once, and even blamed the Han family. If Ruan Qing'an had not been contacting Mo Hong during this period, asking him to pass on messages indirectly, she probably would not have had the chance to meet this time.

After giving Luo Yuming some instructions, Ruan Qing'an picked up her small handbag and headed towards the coffee shop. She had just crossed the road and hadn't even reached it when she heard the screeching sound of tires, and she stopped in her tracks.

The next moment, a sports car sped past and braked straight to a stop in front of Ruan Qingan, showing no awareness of violating the rules.

Immediately after the car window rolled down, a young man wearing sunglasses rested his hand on the window sill, with a voluptuous little model nestled in his arms.

"Oh, isn't this Miss Ruan?"

He paused, then said, "No, she's the Second Miss now."

The young man was holding the little model in his arms, and the two of them were laughing heartily, their voices full of sarcasm. He was one of the spoiled rich kids who used to fawn over Ruan Qingan.

The two laughed for a while, but didn't hear Ruan Qing'an's voice at all. The young man finally stopped: "Miss Ruan, are you deaf? You don't react at all."

"I don't have time to be backward compatible with your IQ today."

Ruan Qingan even raised his hand to look at the watch on his wrist: "Two minutes and twenty-one seconds, this is the time I wasted because of you."

The young man realized what was happening and his expression changed, while the young model nestled in his arms glanced at him and comforted him, "Oh, just ignore her. She's probably broke, so she's just resentful of everyone."

"You're right. You suspended your card and ran away from home. I don't know where you've been staying these past few days. Can you still afford to spend money, Miss Ruan?"

"I wouldn't mind giving you a card."

As he spoke, he reached behind him and pulled out his wallet, waving it in front of Ruan Qingan. The young model couldn't help but laugh, watching Ruan Qingan with a leisurely air.

The once high and mighty young lady has now been brought down to earth, and all the spoiled brats who used to fawn over her are now eager to see what happens.

But Ruan Qing'an still slightly raised her chin, her leaden eyes unseen and arrogant, looking down on the world. Even those who could catch her eye seemed to be a great blessing and reward.

She was always arrogant and wicked, like a beautiful flower.

Ruan Qing'an's pleasant voice trailed off: "So your wealth is just those cards, little brother? Then you're a real failure."

"Ruan Qing'an, what do you mean?!"

"It doesn't mean anything."

Ruan Qing'an chuckled, bent down, and looked at her with pity: "You're all adults. Don't you own any profitable companies? I thought everyone did. It seems you're not one of them."

Her smile grew increasingly malicious.

The spoiled rich kid who didn't take over the group and just loafed around doing nothing: ...

For a moment, all his words caught in his throat, his face turned a deep purplish-red, and he could only watch helplessly as Ruan Qing'an picked up her bag and walked straight into the coffee shop, slamming his fist on the steering wheel in anger.

"Damn it, I don't believe she can really turn things around!"

The young model, not daring to provoke her, could only cautiously say, "She's just down on her luck, but she's putting on a brave face. She's very resentful—"

"But as I see it, it seems that your resentment is heavier than that of ghosts."

Just then, a voice rang out, its sarcasm even more pronounced. The young man snapped irritably, "Who is it?"

When he looked up, he saw Luo Yuming leaning against the edge of the car window, looking down at him with a dangerous glint in his dark green eyes.

His breath hitched: "Luo, Luo Yuming?!"

Luo Yuming lowered his eyes and casually tapped on the car window: "You seem to be her lapdog from before, right? If you're not afraid of ending up like Luo Zhihong, remember to keep your mouth shut."

He paused, his smile deepening: "I heard that Luo Zhihong was sent to the hospital and almost became disabled."

"What a shame, isn't it?"

The young man fell completely silent.

Before the young model could refute Luo Yuming's words, he had already closed the car window, stepped on the gas, and sped away in his sports car, as if afraid that if he stayed even a second longer, he would be shot down.

Luo Yuming straightened up and stared in the direction of the coffee shop. He hoped that Ruan Qing'an's meeting with the Han family wouldn't be discovered. If that person couldn't keep his mouth shut, then he wouldn't be so lenient...

Meanwhile, inside a private room at the coffee shop.

Before Ruan Qing'an could even step inside, he heard an aged voice from within, forceful and cold: "Ruan Qing'an, what do you want from us now? If you're using the Han family as a tool, then there's no need to see us again."

He was sentenced to death before he even entered the door.

Ruan Qing'an's heart sank. She hadn't expected the original owner to have ruined her relationship with the Han family to this extent...