Making Three Heartless Woman Go Crazy for Me - Chapter 12

Qi Feng was stunned by Qi Lanshi’s brutal beating.

He stood frozen, unable to believe what had just happened, until a sharp pain shot through his head and bl00d streamed down his face, finally forcing him to acknowledge the reality of the assault.

In his mind, Qi Lanshi had always been a docile daughter, his possession. No matter how many mistakes he made, how much money he gambled away, or how deep he dug himself into trouble, she would always bail him out.

Even when he racked up millions in gambling debts and the creditors demanded Qi Lanshi as collateral, she reluctantly signed the agreement despite her deep reluctance.

So when someone stepped on his broken hand and told him to teach Qi Lanshi a lesson, he agreed without hesitation. Abandoning and exploiting his daughter had become second nature to him.

And… he never imagined he could fail.

After a long, dazed silence, Qi Feng finally snapped out of it. He nearly screamed, “You… you dare hit me?”

Qi Lanshi couldn’t help but laugh. What a classic, utterly pathetic line.

After a moment’s thought, she crossed her arms and retorted with another classic line, a faint smile playing on her lips: “I’ll hit you whenever I damn well please. Do I need to pick a special day for it?”

Qi Feng, a seasoned scoundrel, was only momentarily stunned. He quickly recovered, clutching his wound as he bolted outside, howling at the top of his lungs.

“Help! Someone save me! My own daughter is trying to kill her father!”

“I raised her, sent her to university, and now that I’m old, useless, and crippled, she wants me dead!”

“Help! Is there no justice left in this world?”

His commotion drew an ever-growing crowd. Many snapped photos, whispered, and pointed. Qi Lanshi sighed inwardly, shaking her head in resignation.

Honestly, using her flawless acting skills on these people felt almost insulting.

But now that things had escalated this far, doing nothing wasn’t an option. She had to play her part.

Since she was ten years old, Qi Lanshi had never been outmatched in acting. The moment she emerged from the dark alley, the gawking crowd froze in their tracks.

It wasn’t just that Qi Lanshi didn’t look like the kind of ruthless person who would attack her own father.

She stood there quietly, her eyes red-rimmed, her entire demeanor radiating a gentle, serene, and dignified air. Combined with her face, which seemed to be stamped with the word “beauty,” and the palpable fragility she exuded, it was nearly impossible to pin the blame for beating her father on her.

Qi Lanshi lowered her gaze, tears streaming silently down her cheeks, a picture of delicate sorrow like a pear blossom drenched in rain.

“I’ve already given you all the money I have,” she said. “But I truly don’t have any more. I’ve paid off countless gambling debts for you. I simply can’t keep covering for you anymore.”

“Banging your head like that won’t change anything. I can’t even afford your medical bills.”

This blend of truth and falsehood made it impossible for onlookers to discern the truth. Many passersby recognized Qi Lanshi from the convenience store, and the crowd’s sympathy began to shift in her favor.

Qi Feng, his head wound still unhealed, flew into a rage at the sight of this scene. “You’re the one who beat me, you little brat!” he roared. “Don’t even try to deny it!”

Sensing the atmosphere had reached its peak, Qi Lanshi picked up her phone, feigning to call the police. Her voice dripped with the despair of someone who had lost all hope. “Since you insist I hit you, let’s report it to the police. If they determine I’m guilty, I’ll accept the consequences.”

“Just throw me in jail. Do whatever you want. But I swear, I don’t have a single penny left.”

Qi Feng, a seasoned gambler, would never dare face the police. Moreover, he knew Qi Lanshi had struck him in a blind spot, out of camera range.

“You… you! You little viper!” Pain and rage twisted his features. “Now that you’re grown up and successful, you dare scheme against your own father? Curse the day I brought such a beast into this world!”

With that, he staggered to his feet, clutching his wound and cursing as he stumbled away. The surrounding crowd, repulsed by his foul presence, quickly parted to clear a path for him.

Qi Lanshi played her part to the hilt, even wiping away fake tears and apologizing to the onlookers before turning to leave.

As soon as she reached a deserted corner, her expression turned icy cold.

Qi Feng had been thrown out by Luan Hua to work illegal jobs. Now that the mangy dog had reappeared before her, it was undoubtedly Luan Hua’s doing.

“So, all CEOs really do have some kind of mental illness? Yesterday she was all sweet and gentle, earnestly engaging in adult activities, even apologizing before falling asleep. And today she just snaps?”

Qi Lanshi summoned the System interface and demanded, “Aren’t you going to explain this?”

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Qi Lanshi narrowed her eyes, then let out a cold snort. “The game’s writers and planners better start groveling to the art team immediately.”

She suspected that in this game, the art team could probably ride the planners and writers to work.

Still, the System’s explanation made a twisted kind of sense. Luan Hua’s behavior, though seemingly idiotic, actually followed a twisted logic.

It went like this: Luan Hua woke up realizing she’d been manipulated by a fake, even experiencing emotional turmoil. This was intolerable for a CEO who believed she had everything under control. Thus, she decided to teach her disobedient little canary a lesson.

Reasonable. Utterly reasonable.

“Another one who wants to control me,” Qi Lanshi chuckled softly. “Let’s see who’s the better strategist.”

In her office, Luan Hua, known for her workaholic tendencies, was uncharacteristically distracted today.

She glanced at the time, forcing herself to refocus on her work. She reviewed documents, signed them one by one, and wrapped up the day’s meetings.

Only after all her tasks were completed did she summon her secretary. “How is she?” she asked. “Has she realized her mistake?”

The “she” in question was unmistakably Miss Qi.

The secretary, recalling the scene she had witnessed earlier, paused before answering truthfully, “No. In fact, Miss Qi appears to have smashed Qi Feng’s head open.”

Luan Hua stared in disbelief.

Her brow furrowed deeper as she retorted, “What exactly did that fool do? What were your instructions? Why would he drive her to violence?”

The secretary, whose professional demeanor was usually impeccable, couldn’t help but feel speechless at this.

“I followed your instructions, Boss, to teach Miss Qi a lesson.”

“I admit my incompetence. Aside from Qi Feng, I couldn’t find any other weaknesses in Miss Qi.”

The secretary was lying.

For a college student like Qi Lanshi, with a simple social background and virtually no life experience, her entire world consisted of university and her part-time job at the convenience store.

For someone of Luan Hua’s status, forcing such a person to admit fault, bow her head, or even drive her to desperation would have been an effortless task.

The secretary simply chose not to do so.

She remained uncertain about Luan Hua’s true feelings toward Qi Lanshi.

As it turned out, her instincts were correct.

When Qi Feng was shot in the head, Luan Hua’s first reaction was that Qi Lanshi must have been forced into it.

This immediate response revealed that Luan Hua couldn’t bring herself to be ruthless toward Qi Lanshi, nor did she believe Qi Lanshi was at fault.

Therefore, Luan Hua’s so-called warning to Qi Lanshi was likely nothing more than… a scare tactic.

“You may leave now,” Luan Hua said.

The secretary nodded and turned to exit the office.

The moment the door closed, Luan Hua rested her chin on her clasped hands, her mind racing with possibilities.

She knew, of course, that the secretary’s explanation was merely a pretext, a way to shift responsibility onto her own shoulders.

The secretary was simply following orders, her actions entirely dictated by Luan Hua’s attitude.

In that moment, Luan Hua suddenly realized she hadn’t truly wanted to kill Qi Lanshi.

“It’s just unnecessary,” Luan Hua told herself. “She’s just a trivial thing, not worth the effort.”

Not worth expending too much energy, nor wasting too much time. Even her retaliation against Qi Lanshi should be kept within reasonable limits.

Unnecessary.

It was simply unnecessary.

She opened a drawer and retrieved a cherished photograph from the bottom. Her beloved still looked the same as ever, her eyes and brows radiating a gentle warmth that warmed the heart with a single glance.

This was the person she truly loved.

Luan Hua stared at the photo for a while, feeling her heart settle. She dialed her beloved’s old phone number again, just as she had countless times over the years. As always, the call went unanswered.

She felt no emotion, having grown completely accustomed to this. After hanging up, she opened her email and sent a message.

Compared to the phone, email was the true means of communication across the vast ocean that separated them.

Luan Hua sent her beloved an email every day. Though replies were rare, every message she sent was marked as read.

Knowing her messages were being seen was enough for Luan Hua.

Some people don’t need to do anything; simply being themselves makes them stand out.

Luan Hua had just set down her tablet when a knock sounded on her office door.

Her secretary’s voice filtered through: “Apologies, Boss. There’s been a slight issue with Miss Qi.”

Luan Hua’s brow furrowed sharply. “Because of Qi Feng?”

“No, it’s more serious than that.” The secretary’s makeup remained flawless, but a closer look revealed beads of cold sweat forming at her temples. “Miss Qi’s relationship with you has been leaked online and is already gaining traction. Currently, everyone around Miss Qi knows.”

Luan Hua shot to her feet. “Have you identified the source?”

“The initial spreader used a public network at an internet cafe and disguised their identity. As for those who amplified the leak… we haven’t tracked them down yet.”

“Then keep investigating. Next time, will I only find out about leaked business secrets after they’re already public?” Luan Hua clenched her jaw. “And where is Qi Lanshi?”

The secretary’s forehead glistened with more cold sweat. “We haven’t been able to reach her.”

The last person to contact Qi Lanshi was Gu Jingshu, the mischievous socialite.

“Do you know how much it cost to precisely target and rapidly disseminate that information within ten minutes?” Gu Jingshu sighed. “A woman who made me spend so much money without even letting me touch her hand—you’re truly one of a kind.”

“Well, Miss Gu, who could resist your particular interest in me?” Qi Lanshi chuckled. “Isn’t our relationship simply… a matter of willing participants taking the bait?”

“To be honest,” Qi Lanshi continued, “compared to Luan Hua, Miss Gu, your temperament and generosity align far more closely with my preferences. It’s just a pity you made your move too late. Now you can only… spend a bit of money to secure a reservation for yourself.”

Gu Jingshu laughed at her teasing. “Next time, then?”

“Next time…” Qi Lanshi paused. “Even then, it’s not guaranteed.”