My Sexy Female CEO

"You guessed there was something wrong with the meal first thing in the morning?" Zhao Ritian asked in surprise.

He hadn't revealed any information just now, how did the other party know?

"More than that, before I came here, I knew you were going to pull some tricks," Lin Yifan answered.

"So, you came prepared?" Zhao Ritian started to feel frightened, realizing that everything was under the other's control.

"I was looking forward to you using some smarter methods, but I didn't expect you to resort to such lowly tactics, truly disappointing!" Lin Yifan remarked as he stood up, indicating that he was ready to make a move.

Hearing this, Zhao Ritian felt wronged, Big brother! I wanted to use a clever method too, but I'm dumb and couldn't come up with anything, can you blame me for that?

"Ah!" With a sigh, Zhao Ritian thudded to his knees and begged for mercy, "Big brother! I was wrong! Please give me another chance to reform."

In the blink of an eye, the previously imperious and commanding attitude had vanished, a result of failing to impress only to be trampled instead.

"Get up! Show some spirit; you dare to mess with Heaven, are you still afraid of a small fry like me?" Lin Yifan picked up Zhao Ritian, urging him to keep up his pretense.

The name Zhao Ritian was indeed quite impressive. I wonder if Zhao Ritian's father could only achieve lesser things and hoped his son could fulfill his wish and 'conquer the heavens.'

"Big brother! Don't make fun of me, how could I dare to offend you, big brother! Now all I ask is for you to spare my life, I don't dare to think of anything else," Zhao Ritian said nervously.

In the past, hearing people mention his name would fill him with pride, he would stand tall and mighty, feeling glorious with an air of arrogance. Now, as a prisoner under his enemy's foot, he was cowed and dared not to show off or take pride anymore.

"Spare you? Didn't I already let you off last time? How many more times do you expect me to let you go?" Lin Yifan questioned emotionlessly.

"Big brother! Just give me one more chance, I swear I'll never do it again," Zhao Ritian pleaded tearfully and desperately, his emotions running high.

He had just been discharged from the hospital and didn't want to return.

"Opportunities are to be seized by oneself; you should have thought of the consequences when you acted thus," Lin Yifan said coldly.

Then he lifted his foot, ready to kick Zhao Ritian away.

At that moment, Zhao Ritian embraced his foot in fright and begged, his body trembling, "Big brother! As long as you let me go, I can give you anything."

Hearing this, Lin Yifan's robust frame gave a start: Zhao Ritian was the son of Guiyuan City's wealthiest man, his family background was definitely rich, a chance for extortion.

So he asked, "Are you sure?"

Zhao Ritian's heart lifted, feeling there was hope, and he hastily responded, "Sure! Definitely sure!"

"Good, give me all your assets, and I'll let you live," Lin Yifan said coldly, his face emotionless.

"Yes! I'll give it to you! I'll give it to you!" Zhao Ritian replied shakily, without a moment's hesitation.

Afterward, he took out a large amount of cash and his wallet from his pockets and removed the expensive watch and gold necklace he was wearing, then handed all these items to Lin Yifan; then he said, "Here's all my wealth, it's all yours."

Looking at the scattered items on the ground, Lin Yifan felt it wasn't much money, so he asked, "Are you sure this is all your wealth?"

"Sure!" Zhao Ritian affirmed.

"How can the son of a provincial capital's richest man only have a meager tens of thousands? Are you playing me?" Lin Yifan was angry and lifted his foot again, ready to kick.

"Big brother, all my money is on the card! You can check, it's definitely more than just tens of thousands," Zhao Ritian explained anxiously.

He did not want to receive a kick from Lin Yifan. Last time, even Lin Yifan's Land-Dividing Cattle Punch had seriously injured him, this time if he were really kicked, his life would probably end here.

"Give me the card," Lin Yifan commanded.

Zhao Ritian promptly handed over the card, not daring to delay in the slightest.

In fact, he felt very frustrated inside. There were several million on his card, and to just give it away like this seemed such a waste; but then again, he could earn that money back in two or three months, so the loss wasn't too great.

After getting the account details and password from Zhao Ritian, Lin Yifan logged into the mobile banking app and checked Zhao Ritian's bank account balance, discovering there were over seven million in deposits.

For a tycoon's son, over seven million was obviously a little on the low side, so he questioned, "Only over seven million?"

"That's all there is, over seven million," Zhao Ritian replied.

"Didn't your dad give you a share of the company's stocks?" Lin Yifan inquired.

Generally speaking, children of the wealthy often owned a portion of their family's company stocks, so he thought Zhao Ritian should have some as well.

A small share of a big company could be worth a lot more than these seven million; therefore, that was his real target.

"No!" Zhao Ritian insisted.

He would never hand over the shares of his family's company, because they were worth several billion; how could he possibly give them away for nothing.

"Lies! How could there be none," Lin Yifan did not believe him.

"I'm not lying to you, I really don't have any," Zhao Ritian continued to reply earnestly and firmly.

"I'll give you ten seconds to think it over. If you don't hand them over, your life is forfeit!" Having said that, Lin Yifan began to count down.

"I really don't have them, you could kick me to death and I still wouldn't be able to produce them," Zhao Ritian said, then closed his eyes, waiting for Lin Yifan to make his move.

"Eight! Seven! Six..."

As the numbers slowly decreased, Zhao Ritian's fear grew; yet, thinking of his multi-billion inheritance, he held on.

"Three! Two! One!"

Lin Yifan finished counting and lifted his foot to kick.

He refused to believe that Zhao Ritian was not afraid to die.

The massive foot swooped in rapidly, and soon Zhao Ritian felt a strong gust of footwind; in that moment, he was so scared he almost wet himself. However, for the sake of his billions, he steeled his body and mind against his fear and refused to back down.

Seeing Zhao Ritian truly seemed unafraid to die, and probably could not produce the shares, Lin Yifan withdrew his foot. He did not want to cause a fatality here, which would land him in jail.

At that moment, the gigantic foot was only five millimeters away from Zhao Ritian's face, narrowly missing him by mere milliseconds, an extremely close call.

Smelling the stench of a shoe, Zhao Ritian opened his eyes out of curiosity and saw the vast expanse of a shoe sole.

"I'm not dead! I'm actually not dead! This is such a relief," Zhao Ritian was thrilled; for he had won this gamble with fate.

But his elation lasted only a few seconds before he was hit by a kick and sent flying backward.

"Though you escaped death, you won't escape punishment!" After delivering the kick, Lin Yifan spoke this sentence coldly.