Kidnapping the Heroine at the Start

It didn't take long before Kui returned, having finished cleaning up and changing clothes.

She now wore the outfit Lin Han had prepared—a hand-knit silk off-shoulder sweater in pure white, paired with black shorts and leather shoes.

Her previous cold, lethal aura had softened slightly.

Now, she even had a bit of the "girl next door" charm.

Lin Han glanced at her, then quickly suppressed his inner urges.

Damn.

Kui's long legs were way too tempting.

Unlike most slim and delicate beauties, her body carried a toned, powerful appeal—

A perfect balance of strength and femininity.

The elasticity and texture of her skin…

It was probably a dream to the touch.

Kui knelt on one knee before him, her voice as flat as ever.

"Thank you, Master, for your generosity."

Lin Han checked her system stats.

After drinking the Genetic Enhancement Drink and Beauty Elixir, her combat rating had upgraded to SS-rank.

Now, even if he only had Kui by his side, he wouldn't have to fear a sneak attack from Ye Fan anymore.

Not to mention—

He had already equipped Kui with two high-caliber firearms and additional combat gear.

Compared to Ye Fan's barebones setup, Kui was practically a walking arsenal.

Lin Han waved his hand.

"Get up. And from now on, don't call me 'Master'—it sounds weird. Just call me 'Young Master' instead."

"Yes, Young Master."

Kui stood up without hesitation.

Her eyes, once completely devoid of life, now carried the faintest trace of warmth.

Finally, she was starting to look a little more human.

"Let's go. We're heading to the company. I've got some business to handle."

Dressed in a tailored outfit, Lin Han strode out the door.

In the past, whenever he traveled, his convoy consisted of three security cars escorting a custom bulletproof limousine.

Now?

He just took one of his rarely used Lamborghinis—Kui in the passenger seat.

Lingxiao Capital

The company was an investment firm located inside a commercial tower in Xinjing District.

It occupied two entire floors and had around a hundred employees.

Despite being an investment company, Lingxiao Capital had a terrible reputation in the industry.

It was basically a money pit.

Losses far outweighed gains.

And it had been this way for years.

This was largely because the old Lin Han never cared.

He had barely set foot in the company since its founding—aside from showing up at the opening ceremony.

Everything else had been left to the executives.

And, unsurprisingly—

This lack of oversight had led to rampant corruption.

Every single department was filled with greedy executives, embezzlers, and fraudsters.

Outside investors knew that Lin Han was a clueless rich boy, so it wasn't hard for them to forge fake records and siphon funds.

The old Lin Han?

Wouldn't have been able to spot the fraud even if it was written in red ink.

Today, things were about to change.

By the time Lin Han arrived, the company's senior executives were already waiting in the conference room.

Despite all the under-the-table dealings, they had still maintained the illusion of a well-run business.

At least on the surface, Lingxiao Capital looked like a thriving company.

Lin Han strode into the conference room, taking his seat at the head of the table.

Kui stood silently beside him—her cold, striking beauty impossible to ignore.

Yet none of the executives dared to even glance at her.

They had all assumed that Lin Han was just here for another round of useless scolding.

They were used to it.

He would yell for a while, call them "idiots" and "garbage", then leave without taking any action.

It didn't matter how much he ranted.

As long as he didn't actually do anything, they could keep lining their pockets.

But today…

Something was different.

Lin Han remained silent.

The atmosphere in the conference room grew heavy.

One of the executives peeked up nervously—only to be met with Lin Han's icy, mocking gaze.

A chill ran down his spine.

Then—

CLACK.

Lin Han pulled out a Desert Eagle and set it on the table.

Silence.

To these white-collar executives, the sight of a real gun was utterly terrifying.

A Desert Eagle.

A gun infamous for its raw power—capable of blowing a human head apart like a watermelon.

Their legs nearly gave out beneath them.

They knew Lin Han's reputation.

They had no doubt that if they pissed him off, he might actually pull the trigger.

"Do you all know why I called this meeting?"

Lin Han stood up.

Holding the Desert Eagle, he slowly walked around the table, his voice calm yet dangerous.

Stopping behind the Vice President, Liu, Lin Han leaned in close and smiled.

"I hate when people steal from me."

"You understand that, don't you, Liu?"

THUMP.

VP Liu dropped to his knees on the spot.

Tears and snot ran down his face as he banged his forehead against the floor, wailing—

"Young Master Lin, I was wrong! Please spare me! I'll do anything you say! I have a family to feed, Young Master Lin! Please, I beg you!"

Lin Han ignored him.

Instead, he turned his gaze toward the rest of the executives.

One by one, they all buckled under the pressure—

Every single one of them fell to their knees, begging for mercy.

At this moment, pride and dignity meant nothing.

The only thing that mattered was staying alive.

They didn't even care how Lin Han had found out about their corruption.

All they cared about was that gun sitting on the table.

Lin Han returned to his seat.

Leaning back casually, he rested his feet on the table and said:

"Look.

I don't understand finance at all.

But I do understand one thing—

If you take from me…

You pay it back."

"Ten times."

The executives shivered.

Then, almost instantly, they started thanking him.

"Thank you for your mercy, Young Master Lin!"

"Young Master Lin is truly a man of great generosity!"

"Thank you for sparing our lives, Young Master Lin!"

They didn't care how much money they had to return.

As long as they got to keep breathing, they'd sell their houses, drain their accounts, whatever it took.

Lin Han let out a cold chuckle.

"Three days."

"I don't care if someone stole ten dollars or ten million."

"Every last cent better be returned—tenfold."

"If not…"

"Tell your families to start preparing your funerals."

Without another word, Lin Han stood up and walked out.

Honestly?

Even if the entire executive team resigned, it would be better than letting them continue leeching money.

Until he found competent replacements, he'd leave the company on standby.

As he walked out, Lin Han suddenly smacked his forehead.

Damn.

He had almost forgotten someone important.

A woman.

Su Wanqing.

A returning financial elite from the biggest investment bank in the U.S.

In the original story, after she returned to China, she met Ye Fan by chance and became his most loyal business partner.

She managed all of Ye Fan's assets, essentially acting as his personal money-printing machine.

Based on the timeline, she hadn't arrived yet—but she would soon.

If Lin Han could recruit Su Wanqing…

He'd never have to work again.

She'd run the company for him, and he could just enjoy life.

More importantly—

She was as loyal as Kui, and her looks were on par with a female lead.

There was no way Lin Han was letting Ye Fan have her.

She had to be stolen.