My Sexy Female CEO

At that moment, he had completely lost the swagger he had at the beginning.

"If you want to live, hand over the company shares!" Lin Yifan said harshly.

"Company shares? I don't have any company shares!" Zhao Ritian feigned ignorance with a confused look.

"Are you playing dumb with me? Fine! Then I'll kick you until you're disabled." After saying that, Lin Yifan started to kick.

"Bang! Bang!"

He kept kicking wildly, making Zhao Ritian's injuries even worse.

At this point, Zhao Ritian, enduring the pain and crying, begged for mercy, "Big brother! Stop kicking, I really don't have the company shares!"

He would absolutely not hand over his shares because he didn't want to give them away to Lin Yifan, the poor guy, so easily.

"No shares? You're still trying to deceive me, aren't you?" Lin Yifan didn't stop and continued to kick and beat.

Having been fooled by Zhao Ritian once, he wouldn't be fooled a second time.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Zhao Ritian, enduring the pain, continued to beg, "Big brother! I'm not lying! If you can provide evidence that I have company shares, I will immediately deliver them to you with both hands, without hesitation."

"Good! You said it yourself, make sure you follow through," Lin Yifan stopped and then brought up the events of the afternoon, "Today, I caught one of your company managers, and he said the company is yours."

"Company? What company?" Zhao Ritian pretended not to know.

Of course, he knew which company the other party was talking about, but he had invested so much effort in building it, so he couldn't just hand it over to Lin Yifan for nothing.

Seeing that Zhao Ritian still wouldn't admit it, Lin Yifan immediately got angry: "Still pretending, are you?"

Looking at Lin Yifan's fierce and scary demeanor, Zhao Ritian was completely daunted; however, he wouldn't give in until he was truly in mortal danger, so he continued to complain bitterly, "Big brother! I'm not pretending! I really don't have any company shares."

"Since you want to die, I shall oblige," Lin Yifan no longer wasted words and resorted to drastic measures; he just didn't believe that Zhao Ritian would trade his life for the company's shares.

A small knife appeared in the dark night sky, under a beam of light it emitted a chilling, intimidating cold light.

Staring at the sharp little knife in Lin Yifan's hand, Zhao Ritian was so frightened that he practically urinated; Lin Yifan was even willing to kill people with just a knife, and he didn't believe that the other party would hesitate to do the same to him.

At that moment, his mental defenses completely collapsed, and he quickly begged for mercy, "Big brother! I'll give it! Just don't kill me, please don't kill me!"

After all, it was just shares of his own company, worth at most a few billion; if it were shares of his father's company, that would have been a real loss.

"Hmph! You know what's good for you," Lin Yifan scoffed; he knew Zhao Ritian wouldn't joke with his life.

Pocketing the small knife, he started to press, "Hurry up and hand it over, my patience is limited."

"Big brother! Transferring shares is quite a hassle, you have to fill out a lot of paperwork, and also deal with procedures at the Bureau of Industry and Commerce, and the Tax Bureau. It's nighttime now, all these government offices are already closed, it's simply not possible to handle it right now," explained Zhao Ritian.

"Then we'll do it tomorrow!" Lin Yifan said.

He didn't understand these matters and could only trust what the other party said; still, he doubted Zhao Ritian would dare to lie.

"Then... may I go back to rest first?" Zhao Ritian tentatively asked.

"Do you think I'm an idiot? If I let you go, would I be able to catch you again?" Lin Yifan scolded angrily.

Zhao Ritian had finally shown up on his doorstep; how could Lin Yifan let him leave so easily?

"So where am I sleeping tonight?" Zhao Ritian asked.

"Sleep on the street!" Lin Yifan bluntly replied.

Hearing "sleep on the street," Zhao Ritian quickly begged for mercy, "No, big brother! I'm seriously injured right now; if I sleep on the street again, I'll die. Then who will give you the shares?"

He was the son of the richest man in Guiyuan City; how could he sleep on the street? If someone discovered and reported it, that would be extremely embarrassing. It wouldn't just be his own reputation at stake; his father's would be as well.

"You're threatening me," Lin Yifan said, clearly displeased; he hated being threatened by anyone.

"Big brother! I'm speaking the truth; look at me, can I really withstand the cold wind?" Zhao Ritian asked pitifully.

After examining Zhao Ritian, Lin Yifan felt that this pampered, physically weak scion was indeed unlikely to withstand the biting cold. He snorted coldly and said, "Hmph! Consider yourself lucky."

"Does that mean I can go back to rest now?" Zhao Ritian asked.

"Who said I was letting you go?" Lin Yifan asked angrily.

"Then..."

"You might not have to sleep on the street, but you do have to stay here." Lin Yifan curved his lips into a sinister smile and then commanded, "The car keys, hand them over!"

"Why do you want the car keys?" Zhao Ritian asked; he always felt that the other party was up to no good, especially after seeing that sinister smile.

"Stop with the nonsense, just hand them over," Lin Yifan said impatiently.

Although Zhao Ritian was reluctant to hand them over, his life was in someone else's hands, so he had no choice but to comply.

After taking out the car keys, he handed them over and said, "Here!"

Lin Yifan took the keys, then dragged Zhao Ritian into the car; he drove the car to the front of a grocery store; then he got out to buy duct tape and rope; afterwards, he tied Zhao Ritian in the parking space and sealed his mouth.

After finishing, he then drove back to the apartment he was renting.

"Tonight, you'll stay in the car and have a good rest," Lin Yifan said to Zhao Ritian, before getting out of the car, opening the door, and entering the house.

Watching Lin Yifan's triumphant departure, Zhao Ritian was seething with anger; he had thought he could deal with Lin Yifan tonight and teach him a lesson; little did he know, Lin turned the tables and suppressed him instead; the taste of being outplayed was unbearable.

At that moment, he cursed the Curse Gang repeatedly in his heart. These scumbags had taken so much money from him and still hadn't managed to deal with Lin Yifan; most crucially, they didn't even take him along when escaping, leaving him to suffer like this, and causing him to lose billions for no reason. They were truly disastrous.

"Talking about being the most powerful person in Guiyuan City, he can't even handle a young kid; he's really the worst."

Zhao Ritian was both angry and resentful, struggling to calm himself for a long time.

On the other side, when the lights came on, Lin Yifan saw the landlady sitting in the chair in the living room, staring intently at him; this frightened him significantly, as he thought he was seeing a ghost.

After calming his shocked nerves, he asked, "Landlady, why are you staring at me?"

"What is your true purpose in getting close to me?" the landlady asked coldly.

"Getting close to you? When have I ever gotten close to you?" Lin Yifan felt utterly confused.