Chapter 4: 12 Billion Arrives! The Scumbag Father is Furious and Vomits Blood.

High heels clicked against the polished marble floor tiles.

The sound was crisp and rhythmic.

Lin Xingwan had just walked into the office area when the double wooden doors behind her were violently kicked open.

"Lin Xingwan! Stop right there!"

Chairman Lin Jianguo's face was deathly pale, with a trace of un-wiped blood still lingering at the corner of his mouth.

Supported by Zhao Xuelan, he stumbled out in pursuit.

This shout startled all the employees in the open-plan office area.

Dozens of heads quietly poked out from behind cubicle partitions.

Just then, the elevator to the side "dinged" open.

Lin Chuchu ran out, clutching her left cheek, which was swollen high; she was hunched over and limping.

"Dad! Mom!"

The moment she saw Chairman Lin Jianguo, tears streamed down her face.

Lin Chuchu threw herself at them, sobbing with grievance.

"Dad, Sister has gone mad!"

"Not only did she refuse to give me the shares, but she also slapped me and even kicked my stomach!"

"I just wanted to borrow that old necklace to wear, and she wanted to kill me!"

One really had to admire her talent for twisting the truth.

Chairman Lin Jianguo was already half-dead with rage because his shares had been sold.

Seeing his precious youngest daughter beaten like this, he was even more incensed.

"You lawless beast!"

Chairman Lin Jianguo pointed at Lin Xingwan's nose, his finger trembling.

"How could I, Chairman Lin Jianguo, have raised such an unfilial daughter who bites the hand that feeds her!"

Zhao Xuelan was also wiping away tears to the side, her voice raised high, afraid that others wouldn't hear.

"Wanwan, Chuchu is your own sister, after all."

"It's one thing to sell the company's assets to a rival, but how could you be so vicious to your own family?"

The mother and daughter sang in harmony.

With just a few light words, they painted Lin Xingwan as a vicious, crazy woman who betrayed the company and abused her sister.

The surrounding employees began to whisper.

The looks they cast toward Lin Xingwan held more or less a touch of contempt.

Lin Xingwan stopped in her tracks.

She turned around, looked at this family of three performing so hard, and suddenly laughed.

"My own sister?"

She walked to the center of the office area, her gaze sweeping over the employees who were pricking up their ears to gossip.

"Boss Lin, since you've even discarded this last shred of dignity."

"Then today, right in front of all your company employees, let's settle this account properly."

Chairman Lin Jianguo's heart skipped a beat.

"You... what do you want to do? Shut up!"

Lin Xingwan ignored him completely, her voice clear and resonant.

"Everyone, listen well, and take a good look at your sanctimonious Boss Lin."

"Twenty years ago, Chairman Lin Jianguo was just a penniless, broke kid."

"It was my mother who married him with a generous dowry, enduring hardships and socializing for his sake."

"She even used her own family's resources to help him secure the first round of startup capital for the Lin Group!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire office area erupted.

The employees looked at each other in dismay.

Chairman Lin Jianguo always boasted about being self-made; how could he have been a gigolo behind the scenes?

Chairman Lin Jianguo's face flushed red, then turned pale.

"Nonsense! Security! Throw her out!"

The security captain and a few others had just approached, but were frozen in place by a cold, sharp glare from Lin Xingwan.

"Who dares to touch me? I am a legal shareholder of the Lin Group!"

Lin Xingwan sneered and continued her barrage.

"Just as the company was starting to see some success, my mother fell ill from overwork and was diagnosed with a serious illness."

"But what was this 'good father' doing?"

Lin Xingwan raised her hand and pointed at Zhao Xuelan, who was hiding behind Chairman Lin Jianguo.

"While my mother was hospitalized for chemotherapy, he brought this hostess from a nightclub home!"

Zhao Xuelan's face turned as white as paper instantly, and she shook her head desperately.

"That's not true! Don't slander me!"

"Shut up, you old mistress."

Lin Xingwan interrupted her unceremoniously, her eyes as sharp as knives.

"Not only did you brazenly move into my house, but you also brought your illegitimate daughter, who is only half a year younger than me, into our home."

"You flaunted your power in the hospital room, literally causing my mother to cough up blood and die from anger!"

"For every single one of these incidents, the hospital has the old emergency records. Do you want me to pull them out for everyone to see?"

At this point, even the executives who usually loved to kiss up gasped in shock.

The looks they directed at Chairman Lin Jianguo shifted from shock to naked contempt.

Supporting a mistress as his wife before the original wife's body was even cold, and having an illegitimate daughter of a similar age.

His character was absolutely rotten.

Lin Chuchu huddled in the corner, the swelling on her face combined with the humiliation making her wish she could crawl into a hole in the ground.

"You... you..."

Chairman Lin Jianguo felt a tightness in his chest as if a heavy stone were pressing on it; he couldn't catch his breath.

"After my mother died, you used my minority status as an excuse to forcibly hold that thirty percent of the shares on my behalf."

Lin Xingwan pressed forward step by step, her aura imposing.

"All these years, you've been using my mother's hard-earned money to support this mistress and her daughter, while maintaining a persona of a loving husband on the outside."

"Today, I am simply taking back what belongs to me."

"I sold the shares to the Jinghai Conglomerate, legally and compliantly, and the full payment has been received."

She patted the Hermès bag in her hand, laughing with unbridled flair.

"Boss Lin, that business empire you are so proud of will soon be going to hell with you."

Chairman Lin Jianguo clutched his chest tightly.

The contemptuous gazes of the surrounding employees pricked him like countless needles.

The facade of respectability he had painstakingly maintained for twenty years was stripped away at this moment, leaving him with nothing.

"Pfft—"

A stream of dark red blood sprayed from Chairman Lin Jianguo's mouth once again.

It splashed directly onto Zhao Xuelan's face!

"Old Lin!"

"Dad!"

Amidst the terrified screams of his wife and daughter, Chairman Lin Jianguo rolled his eyes back and fell straight backward.

He hit the floor with a heavy thud and passed out completely.

The entire company lobby dissolved into absolute chaos.

Some people called 120, others pinched his philtrum.

Lin Xingwan stood where she was, watching this farce with cold eyes, feeling not a ripple in her heart.

The scumbag father coughing up blood was just collecting a little interest.

In the extreme cold of The Apocalypse three months later, she would personally send them to hell.

She pulled a pair of black sunglasses from her bag and put them on.

To cover the coldness in her eyes.

Lin Xingwan turned and walked toward the elevator.

While going downstairs, she took out her phone.

Chairman Lin Jianguo, Zhao Xuelan, Lin Chuchu, and that gigolo Gu Zichen.

She added all their contact information to the blacklist.

With one click, she cleared them, clean and decisive.

She walked out of the Lin Group building.

The midday sun baked the concrete road surface viciously.

The weather in early May, which should have been a cool late spring, was now so stifling that it was hard to breathe.

Even the breeze blowing by carried a hint of dry heat.

Lin Xingwan took a deep breath and unbuttoned her sun-protective jacket.

The precursors to the extreme heat disaster were already beginning to manifest.

She had no time to wallow in sentimentality here.

With 12 billion sitting in her bank card, if it wasn't converted into supplies, it would just be a string of useless numbers.

She pulled a thick, handwritten list from her trench coat pocket.

It was densely packed with the essentials for surviving The Apocalypse.

But before buying things, she needed a place to store all these items.

An absolutely secluded, super-large warehouse with enough space.

Lin Xingwan flipped through her contacts and dialed the number of a well-known "shady broker" in the industry.

The phone was answered after two rings.

"Yo, Miss Lin, what wind blew you here?"

A slick male voice came from the other end of the line, with the clattering sound of mahjong in the background.

Lin Xingwan walked to the shade of a tree by the road, her tone flat.

"Old Zhou, help me find a warehouse."

Old Zhou asked with a chuckle.

"Looking for a warehouse? How many sports cars are you planning to store? I do have a few high-end underground garages in the city center."

"I'm not storing cars."

Lin Xingwan watched the traffic in the distance.

"I want a super logistics park that can park hundreds of heavy trucks. The more remote the location, the better, but the transportation must be convenient."

"As for the area, it needs to be at least the size of ten football fields."

Old Zhou on the other end clearly gasped, even stopping his mahjong game.

"Ten football fields? Miss Lin, are you planning to deal in arms smuggling or something?"

"Don't ask what you shouldn't. Money is not an issue."

Lin Xingwan raised her hand and checked her watch.

"I want to see the place this afternoon. If you can't handle it, I'll find someone else."

"No, no, no!"

Old Zhou hurriedly apologized with a smile.

"I happen to have one that meets your requirements in the Western Suburbs abandoned industrial zone; it used to be a transit center for international logistics."

"However..." Old Zhou lowered his voice, stammering a bit, "that place has had a few deaths, it's haunted, a bit eerie."

Lin Xingwan chuckled, her sunglasses reflecting the blinding sunlight.

"Haunted?"

"The more eerie, the better. At three o'clock this afternoon, bring the keys and wait for me at the Western Suburbs main gate."