My Villain Is Super Sweet (GL) - CHAPTER 69

Lin Lang knew the elderly man’s hearing wasn’t great, so she spoke loud and clear, each word ringing out sharply and firmly.

Not just Old Master He and the people he brought along, even those who had deliberately stepped back to give the “fake” family members some private space could hear her words loud and clear.

For a moment, everyone was stunned, wondering if they had heard wrong.

Who curses their own family like that?!

Were they even supposed to hear conversations like this?!

Was this really the way elders and juniors of a family were supposed to talk?

Sure, family fights happen, but this wasn’t a normal family quarrel—this was the kind of hatred where only total annihilation would suffice. Petty grudges like stealing a spouse or killing a parent didn’t even come close. It had to be a full-blown bl00d feud!

And though it’s said not to eavesdrop, well, this was a public space. Everyone put on their best “I’m very interested” expressions, subtly edged closer, and eagerly pricked up their ears, ready to catch all the gossip.

Old Master He’s face twitched slightly.

Lin Lang had spoken so loudly that everyone—those who should hear and those who shouldn’t—had heard everything. Gossiping is human nature; no matter how rich or powerful you are, the urge is the same. It wouldn’t be long before every attendee at the conference heard about this.

After decades of smooth sailing—especially in the past twenty years with Ruihe’s rise—Old Master He had grown used to flattery. Over time, he’d become more and more domineering and self-righteous.

He had never been humiliated like this in his entire life!

Though he had mentally prepared himself beforehand, knowing Lin Lang wouldn’t be easy to handle, he hadn’t expected it to be this hard.

He kept a stiff face, pretending he hadn’t heard her terribly inauspicious words. Internally, he told himself he’d weathered countless storms—this was nothing. He could hold it together!

But when he looked up and saw Lin Lang pretending to be all polite and considerate—while actually being outrageously arrogant—he felt rage boiling inside him.

Hold it together, my ass!

He bitterly regretted not using a cane in daily life. If he had one now, he would have jumped up and whacked her over the head!

Hit her so hard even her own mother wouldn’t recognize her.

Wait, no—she didn’t recognize her parents anyway.

Old Master He’s eyes darkened. He stared at Lin Lang for a long moment before slowly speaking: “I know you’ve suffered a lot and have grievances.”

He put on a sincere act, speaking earnestly: “In life, who hasn’t faced injustice? As long as it’s not in vain, and the outcome is good, then it’s worth it.”

Then he laid out his offer: “Your father isn’t clear-headed, and I’m getting old. I can’t oversee the company forever. Your uncle isn’t capable either, but someone has to carry the company forward.”

“What’s meant to be yours will be yours. I plan to have your father transfer half of his shares to you, and I’ll give you another 5% from my own shares.”

“This is our sincere offer. Think it over carefully.”

He confidently signaled to his assistant, who had been standing nearby: “Tell her how much the shares are worth.”

The impeccably dressed assistant stepped forward and bowed slightly: “The market value exceeds 7 billion yuan.”

He smiled and added, “The share transfer agreement is already prepared. Both Chairman He and President He have signed it. You only need to sign, and it will take effect immediately.”

Those nearby who were eavesdropping gasped loudly.

This was the kind of deal reserved for heirs!

Almost everyone there, at least 70% or 80%, was familiar with Ruihe’s ownership structure. Together, the He family’s father and son held only about 42% of the shares.

Transferring nearly 10% to Lin Lang practically made her the designated successor!

Otherwise, if they gave away this many shares and later chose a different heir, the new one wouldn’t have enough control. Without veto rights, they wouldn’t be able to maintain authority.

Lin Lang blinked and let out an emotionless “Wow.”

No wonder the young lady had looked so complicated when mentioning this offer the other night. The He family was really rich beyond belief!

Just casually tossing out 7 billion yuan—this was serious.

Of course she would be tempted. Anyone would.

But Lin Lang wasn’t stupid.

Even if they sold her piece by piece, she wouldn’t be worth that much.

If the He family was willing to pay so high a price, it meant they were aiming for something even bigger.

Their ambitions must be huge!

Plus, Ruihe was teetering on the edge of a financial collapse, already selling off projects to recoup funds and lower debt. Their stock value could crash anytime.

And behind the scenes, the young lady she loved was pushing it even harder toward the abyss.

What was the point of paper wealth?

It could evaporate overnight, and shareholders could even be held liable for debts.

Lin Lang put on an innocent, shy look, her voice sweet and dreamy: “Seven billion… That’s a huge amount.”

Old Master He smiled proudly, his eyes flashing triumphantly.

He knew it. No one could resist the lure of sudden wealth—no one!

Lin Lang saw all of it, smiled slightly, and said, “Seven billion is tempting, but honestly, I’m just an orphan. I’m not the family member you keep claiming I am.”

Her sudden shift stunned Old Master He, freezing the smile still blooming on his face. “What did you say?” he asked in disbelief.

He raised his voice: “You’re still refusing to acknowledge us?”

The power of money had failed?

Impossible!

Who wouldn’t want free billions falling into their lap?

Lin Lang smiled sweetly: “Sir, if you have health issues, don’t ignore them. Early diagnosis and treatment are important.”

She added gently, “Really, if you’re short on grandchildren, just wave this offer around and the line of people calling you Grandpa would stretch from Beijing to Tianjin. No need to worry!”

There would be countless people eager to jump in!

Be bold!

Have a bigger vision!

And you don’t even have to pay 7 billion to each—offer 7 thousand each, and people would recognize you till you went bankrupt!

The nearby crowd, eavesdropping eagerly, were stunned.

What kind of messed-up situation was this?!

One side desperate to give away 7 billion, the other side not even blinking.

If you don’t want it, give it to us! We’d be happy to call you Grandpa—or even Ancestor!
Though they joked internally, these were all smart, shrewd people. Hearing all this, they realized something bigger must be hidden behind the scenes.

Something way bigger than 7 billion yuan.

It was best to just enjoy the show without getting involved.

Old Master He, feeling the stares, stood up, face dark, and said coldly: “I see. I’ll have your father come and personally apologize. If that’s what it takes to heal the rift.”

Lin Lang smiled, unsurprised by how easily he twisted the truth.

After all, the He family were pros at making up convenient stories, selectively going deaf or amnesiac whenever it suited them.

She sighed dramatically, as if genuinely concerned.

Her words were polite, but each one stabbed deep: “Sir, really, don’t give up on treatment. Early intervention can save lives.”

She sighed again, sounding full of regret: “Speaking of family… Oh, right, Qingming Festival is coming up. I should burn some extra offerings for my parents, so they don’t feel lonely down there.”

She mused thoughtfully, “How much should I burn? Ah, I know—let’s burn 70 billion!”

Look at that—my hand is bigger than yours. One move, and it’s ten times the amount!

After that, the crowd no longer had any doubts.

This wasn’t just family drama—this was deep, bitter hatred.

No matter how sweetly she spoke, it couldn’t hide the venom underneath.

From start to finish, Lin Lang’s every word was a death wish on the He family.

Faced with this, Old Master He could only swallow his anger, give Lin Lang a deep look, and leave with his people.

Lin Lang, however, didn’t feel relieved.

Even though she had ripped them apart with words, it wouldn’t stop the He family from scheming behind the scenes.

It was exhausting.

When would they finally go bankrupt?

Once they were broke, they couldn’t stir up any more trouble.

Then she could finally live a peaceful life, happily spending her days with her beloved young lady. How sweet that would be!

Old Master He left with a face full of sorrow, sighing dramatically as he forced himself to socialize, playing the part of a heartbroken, weary old man perfectly.
He portrayed himself as a frail elder, hurt by the younger generation’s ungratefulness, but still soldiering on.

Lin Lang would’ve applauded if she had seen it—such brilliant acting!

Meanwhile, Old Master He kept scanning the crowd for Gu Qingci.

After patiently waiting for a chance, he finally approached her and greeted her warmly, calling her “the little girl from the Ruan family,” making Gu Qingci extremely uncomfortable.

She couldn’t exactly refute it. No matter what she was called now, her biological father was still Ruan Mingjie. “The little girl from the Ruan family” wasn’t wrong.

But it got worse.

Old Master He started complaining bitterly about his family’s problems—his son’s foolishness, the fake grandson’s cruelty, and the real granddaughter being too hurt to come home.

Finally, he sincerely asked: “You’re close with her. Could you help persuade her? Just give an old man a chance to make amends before he dies.”

Even though Gu Qingci was internally disgusted, she kept up a polite facade.

She listened carefully, looking very serious.

Then she started firing off questions like a machine gun:

“Grandpa He, you’re saying Lin Lang is your real granddaughter, and He Jikai isn’t? I hadn’t heard about this. How did you find out? Was there a DNA test? Was it done by a legally recognized institution?”

“You can’t just claim things without proof, right?”

“Oh, and I remember when Lin Lang did a DNA test before. The results showed she wasn’t related, and later she found out her birth family had passed away.”

Old Master He’s face grew dark, but Gu Qingci didn’t give him a chance to interrupt.

She kept going: “And if you wanted to do a DNA test with He Jikai, you’d need approval from the police since he was already arrested. I didn’t hear anything about that either.”

She pretended to think hard, then added: “Okay, even if you somehow confirmed he wasn’t yours, it’s been over a year. Why only now find clues pointing to Lin Lang?”

“That doesn’t make sense. It only took Lin Lang half a month to trace her origins.”

“Ruihe is such a big company—”

She caught herself and looked apologetic: “Ah, right. Ruihe was a big company. Of course, you’d have to be extra careful.”

Her words were as brutal as knives.

Old Master He closed his eyes in frustration.

Might as well say outright: “Your family has no shame and only cares about profits.”