Transmigrating Before The Crazy Beauty Scum A Loses Control - Chapter 89
After completing her lecture, Luan Yenan returned to her office for a midday break. Just as her afternoon rest ended, she noticed two company announcements.
A smile crept onto her lips as she sat in her office chair, swiveled around, and faced the window.
The spring sunlight streamed in, warm and comforting.
She imagined Zuo Baixuan hurrying to school under the sunlight.
Why was Luan Yenan so certain that Zuo Baixuan would come?
Because during this period, Zuo Baixuan had successfully led “Yituan” out of its predicament. Without asking Luan Yenan for a single penny, she had resolved the financial crisis caused by the Qin family’s withdrawal of funds.
The collaboration with the Si family was also progressing smoothly.
However, while the contract was signed, the subsequent supply of machinery became an issue.
Approaching the Qin family would undoubtedly lead to exorbitant price hikes.
Should she turn to Luan Lizheng instead?
Zuo Baixuan was grappling with this dilemma.
Now in the position of CEO at “Yituan” she rationally analyzed from a business perspective that partnering with “Frontend” would be the most convenient solution. For Zuo Baixuan, this would entail no loss.
But to the outside world, seeking such a partnership would signify Luan Yenan’s defeat.
Zuo Baixuan didn’t want to see Luan Yenan lose, so she had been curious about what Luan Yenan had been up to lately.
Today, with everything finally settled, Zuo Baixuan, who had been passively holding back for so long, would surely come to get to the bottom of things.
Luan Yenan opened her laptop and began editing a PowerPoint presentation.
Until there was a knock on the office door.
Though now the acting CEO of “Yituan” Zuo Baixuan’s attire still reflected her personal style.
Respectful yet approachable.
With access to discretionary funds, her wardrobe had expanded to include many branded and even custom-made clothes. Yet, she still favored the small, cost-effective brands from before.
Today, she wore a simple white dress that suited her perfectly. The intricate embroidery and high-quality, thick fabric made it ideal for the unpredictable spring weather—warm enough with a coat to fend off the chill, yet perfect for basking in the sunlight without it.
It was a fitting outfit for both the corporate environment and the campus, striking the perfect balance for a senior student transitioning between academia and the professional world.
Having spent a few days as CEO, Zuo Baixuan returned to campus and stood before Luan Yenan. Seeing Luan Yenan in her professorial demeanor, Zuo Baixuan momentarily reverted to her student mindset and hesitated at the doorway.
Amused by Zuo Baixuan’s apparent nervousness under her gaze, Luan Yenan wondered if she was really that intimidating.
She walked over, locked the office door, and guided Zuo Baixuan to a seat.
Zuo Baixuan stood by the chair.
Seeing that Luan Yenan wasn’t looking at her and had silently walked to the side, she wondered if “sitting down” was meant to be taken so literally.
She had come to ask about the sudden emergence of “Cloud” but upon entering the campus and Luan Yenan’s office, sitting at her desk, the atmosphere shifted.
“You’ve been so busy lately. What brings you here during work hours, Zuo?” Luan Yenan handed Zuo Baixuan a cup of warm water.
Leaning down, the glare on her glasses obscured her eyes, but the smile on her lips was unmistakable.
Zuo Baixuan, seeing Luan Yenan’s feigned ignorance and deliberate use of such a formal address, recognized her penchant for role-playing.
She pushed the cup aside, leaned against the desk, and with a smile, displayed an attitude of playful resistance. “Teacher Luan, I have something to ask you.”
Luan Yenan, noticing the smile spreading across Zuo Baixuan’s face, which replaced her initial nervousness with a student’s eager curiosity, set down her own cup and, with interest, adjusted her glasses. “Ask away.”
If it was about “Cloud” Luan Yenan could answer candidly.
First, she wasn’t a deity nor possessed clairvoyance.
While abroad, she only knew Zuo Baixuan had secrets but had no leads, so she hadn’t uncovered her relationship with Ji Liangquan.
Naturally, she couldn’t have foreseen that “Yituan” would later collaborate with the Qin family on the “Smart Life” project, which Zuo Baixuan would disrupt.
Her investment in “Cloud” was merely coincidental, as a few members of Chen Huanyu’s former team wanted to venture into the physical industry while she was abroad.
Considering the decline of “Frontend” as outlined in the plan, she had to prepare in advance. Acquisition, merger, or partnership were all viable future paths.
“Yituan” could directly take over “Frontend’s” software business but lacked the hardware capabilities.
For various reasons, a new company was established.
Zuo Baixuan had wanted to ask several times before, but Luan Yenan hadn’t answered, as the key technological breakthroughs had only occurred a couple of days prior.
This was typical of Luan Yenan’s style.
Any decision could be long-planned or spur-of-the-moment.
Someone who might change her schedule ten times a day was unlikely to divulge half-formed plans.
The moment Zuo Baixuan saw Luan Yenan, she no longer wanted to ask about the company.
She had reviewed the materials brought by “Cloud” and researched online.
In a short time since its inception, it had set up numerous industrial production lines and completed many orders.
This astonished her, prompting her hurried visit to the campus.
But as the office door opened, Luan Yenan’s composed and confident smile gave her the answer.
Zuo Baixuan had long known that Luan Yenan’s fox-like, elegant dance steps, each move’s grace, were part of her charm.
Simultaneously, Luan Yenan was a skilled hunter, meticulously setting a hundred traps. Even if only one succeeded, it became a masterful design.
Such a person was dazzlingly brilliant.
Before meeting her, Zuo Baixuan had never imagined being so captivated by someone.
Now, seeing Luan Yenan’s serious expression, genuinely prepared to answer her questions, Zuo Baixuan felt a similar mischievous urge to play along and tease her.
After all, the worst outcome would just be a sore back.
Zuo Baixuan propped her head on her hand and asked in a light tone, “Teacher Luan, I want to know, did you deliberately trick me into coming to school?”
Luan Yenan’s gaze flickered slightly.
The little white flower knew exactly how to stir her desires.
Every smile, every glance could do it, especially when paired with a hint of challenge and subtle flirtation.
But Luan Yenan suppressed her thoughts and deliberately maintained a serious expression, countering, “Why would I trick you into coming to school? You’re not that easy to fool, Zuo.”
She even glanced at her watch and added, “Before you arrived, I had a meeting scheduled with Luan Lizheng. He’ll notify me to join once the board meeting is organized.”
“?” Zuo Baixuan’s eyes met Luan Yenan’s in silent confrontation.
The awkwardness of deliberately undermining the moment was well-hidden by Luan Yenan.
Zuo Baixuan couldn’t detect any clues from her expression, as if the strange atmosphere earlier had been entirely her own imagination.
Did Luan Yenan only want to be a responsible teacher in her office?
It had to be a lie, though Zuo Baixuan had no proof.
But since Luan Yenan had other important matters to attend to, Zuo Baixuan decided to play along with the joke. She took Luan Yenan’s hand and said, “Then, Teacher Luan, I have another question. I want to ask seriously, after completing M2M (Machine-to-Machine), what are your plans?”
Luan Yenan felt the brush of Zuo Baixuan’s fingertips across her palm.
This refusal to back down, this attitude that practically screamed “deliberate” in every gesture.
Luan Yenan’s eyes sparkled with amusement, but her expression remained unchanged. She simply leaned down and turned her laptop toward Zuo Baixuan. “Since you’re so eager to learn, I’ll give you a little extra lesson. I happen to have prepared a PowerPoint.”
Zuo Baixuan was surprised. The PowerPoint genuinely reignited her interest. She took the mouse, opened the PowerPoint file in the folder, and even managed to suppress the soft, melodious tone in her voice as she said, “Thank you, Teacher Luan.”
Luan Yenan narrowed her eyes slightly, a faint smile playing on her lips. Who was being more deliberate here?
Luan Yenan slid her slender fingers between Zuo Baixuan’s, guiding the mouse to the designated slide. “‘Smart speakers’ are just the first step. Next, I plan to launch ‘drones.'”
Zuo Baixuan felt the cool touch of Luan Yenan’s fingers against the back of her hand. She tightened her grip on the mouse.
But seeing Luan Yenan still so composed, she leaned against Luan Yenan’s arm. “Drones? Shouldn’t drones fall under the category of the Internet of Things?”
Her face wore the innocent smile befitting her “little white flower” persona.
Luan Yenan’s dark eyes lingered on her for a moment before she suddenly chuckled and retorted, “Did you ever pay attention in my classes, Zuo?”
She began explaining the content of the PowerPoint, which merged “Smart Life” and the “Internet of Things” into one.
These ideas were indeed things Luan Yenan had mentioned before.
Zuo Baixuan remembered them.
She just hadn’t expected Luan Yenan to achieve both simultaneously.
Sitting in front of the computer, Zuo Baixuan was already immersed in the future Luan Yenan had envisioned. She transformed into a diligent student, absorbing the new knowledge with genuine interest.
“But, D2D (Device-to-Device) communication—isn’t that just Bluetooth? What’s so special about it?” Zuo Baixuan was puzzled why this topic, which had emerged years ago, appeared in Luan Yenan’s presentation.
“It’s been around, but it hasn’t been utilized effectively. With the computational power of cloud computing, it will propel us into a ‘sci-fi world’ ahead of schedule.” Luan Yenan said softly.
Her voice brushed against Zuo Baixuan’s ear, sending a shiver down her spine. The suppressant patch struggled to contain the pheromones beneath the influence of technology.
The idea of a “sci-fi world” filled Zuo Baixuan with immense anticipation. This version of Luan Yenan was more alluring to her than any pheromone.
She was about to say something more when she felt a soft, warm presence behind her.
Unnoticed by Zuo Baixuan, Luan Yenan had shifted her position, now half-leaning against her, almost enveloping her completely.
Zuo Baixuan pursed her lips and chuckled softly. It seemed Teacher Luan’s composure could only last for one class.
Buzz—
Luan Yenan’s phone on the desk vibrated.
Though the screen reflected the afternoon light, Zuo Baixuan could still make out the character “Zheng” displayed on it.
It was a call from Luan Lizheng. Luan Yenan had to leave.
Feeling a sense of victory, Zuo Baixuan shot a flirtatious glance. “Teacher Luan, while private lessons are nice, you don’t need to get so close, do you?”
“Private lessons are still the fruits of the teacher’s labor. Shouldn’t you pay the tuition, Zuo?” Luan Yenan reached over from behind Zuo Baixuan, bracing her hand on the desk.
Zuo Baixuan, seeing the playful arch of Luan Yenan’s brow, laughed as well.
She had observed that Luan Yenan’s eyebrows were quite expressive—charming when raised, sharp when lowered.
This subtle change added layers to her presence.
Now, with Luan Yenan’s face so close, Zuo Baixuan could fully appreciate her allure.
“Has Teacher Luan finally revealed her fox tail? How can you take advantage of a student?” Zuo Baixuan’s voice was like water dripping on jade—soft but ethereal.
Luan Yenan relished the tingling sensation that spread through her cells as Zuo Baixuan’s voice reached her left ear. It was an itch that couldn’t be scratched, one that burrowed deep into her heart.
Luan Yenan didn’t move, instead leaning closer, inhaling the faint scent of vanilla escaping from beneath the suppressant patch.
“Zuo, shouldn’t you control your pheromones first? Are you trying to seduce your teacher?” Luan Yenan’s gaze remained sharp behind her glasses.
Zuo Baixuan was well aware of the pheromones her unruly glands were releasing, but she remained unbothered.
She reached up, her hand resting on Luan Yenan’s neck, her fingers brushing against the gap in her shirt, easily catching a glimpse of Luan Yenan’s collarbone. With a slight tug, she pulled herself closer into Luan Yenan’s embrace.
“Teacher Luan, do you have any suppressants? I think I’m losing control of my pheromones.”
Luan Yenan felt a chill in her chest, followed by the sensation of shifting fabric and the scent of vanilla stimulating her nerves.
She hadn’t expected the little white flower to be so provocative.
But instead, she laughed softly, looking down at Zuo Baixuan. “Do you think I wouldn’t dare do anything in the office, or do you think my meeting with Luan Lizheng is that important?”
Zuo Baixuan shivered slightly upon hearing this.
Oops, the joke had gone too far.
Quickly, she leaned in and planted a firm kiss on Luan Yenan’s cheek.
The cold touch of the metal glasses frame made her swallow lightly. She pulled back slightly, letting go with a smile. “Alright, I’ve paid the tuition. You should go face off with your grandfather now. I support you.”
“A kiss on the cheek? That’s hardly enough to cover the tuition, let alone show your support.” Luan Yenan said with a faint smirk. With a push, she moved the chair closer to the desk.
One hand cradled Zuo Baixuan’s back, immobilizing her, while the other tilted her chin up as Luan Yenan leaned in for a kiss.
The glasses between them added a cool touch, and Zuo Baixuan let out a soft gasp at the sensation.
Luan Yenan deepened the kiss, her other hand cradling the back of Zuo Baixuan’s head, stealing her breath along with her soft moans.
When she finally pulled away, Zuo Baixuan’s face was flushed from lack of air, her breathing uneven, and the scent of vanilla lingered around her.
In contrast, Luan Yenan simply adjusted her glasses, her expression unchanged, her breathing steady, and her shirt still perfectly unwrinkled.
Zuo Baixuan felt a pang of frustration, silently resolving to train harder to better control her pheromones and improve her lung capacity.
Luan Yenan licked the corner of her lips, staring with satisfaction at Zuo Baixuan’s indignant expression for a while.
Unable to bear it any longer, Zuo Baixuan pushed against Luan Yenan’s softness in protest. “Why aren’t you leaving yet? You’ve already missed several calls and messages urging you to go.”
Luan Yenan chuckled, picking up her phone from the desk.
The missed calls had piled up.
The message interface was filled with texts from Luan Lizheng.
Several messages exuded a suffocating pressure, fully displaying the condescending attitude of a feudal patriarch.
It had only been a few seconds since she missed the calls and didn’t reply to the messages, yet he was already furious.
He believed Luan Yenan was doing this deliberately, showing disrespect and trying to embarrass him, her grandfather.
This old man, already teetering on the edge of failure, was desperately struggling, blaming everything on a young girl.
[Yenan, have you been bewitched by Zuo Baixuan? You must divorce her. She clearly wants to tear our Luan family apart.]
[Yenan, stop fighting with me! After you divorce Zuo Baixuan, I’ll find you the best Omega, and you can have a child together. I no longer plan to let Yecha take over. I now recognize your capabilities. You are the best successor. Once I retire, the entire ‘Frontend’ will be yours to inherit! There’s no need for us to fight to the death!]
Luan Yenan sneered. This refusal to admit defeat while still trying to control others with his own mindset was truly pathetic.
She raised her hand and showed the messages to Zuo Baixuan as well.
Zuo Baixuan’s grip tightened, her attention focused on Luan Lizheng’s belittling words.
Luan Yenan put down her phone and looked at Zuo Baixuan. “Come with me to ‘Frontend’ later.”
“Why?” Zuo Baixuan avoided her gaze.
“How about we sign the follow-up contract in front of him? CEO Zuo.” Luan Yenan directly confirmed her identity as the mastermind behind “Cloud.”
Zuo Baixuan’s eyes flickered as she hooked her arms around Luan Yenan’s neck and stood up. “Alright, I’ll go with you.”
But Luan Yenan took advantage of her movement to pull her into an embrace, burying her face against Zuo Baixuan’s neck.
Caught off guard, Zuo Baixuan’s body went weak, nearly collapsing back into the chair.
But Luan Yenan held her firmly.
Zuo Baixuan let out a low moan, clutching her skirt tightly.
“Zuo, you haven’t paid your tuition yet. Are you trying to leave already?” Luan Yenan looked up, her expression one of complete confidence.
“But don’t we have a meeting to attend?” Zuo Baixuan’s forehead was damp with sweat from the room’s warmth.
“We’ll go later.” Luan Yenan said, helping Zuo Baixuan lean against the desk.
She pushed the laptop away, the screeching sound of it sliding across the table echoing in the room, followed by the dull thud of books falling to the floor.
“How much later is ‘later’?” Zuo Baixuan clung to Luan Yenan’s neck, her body swaying weakly.
“Until the stock market closes. Then we’ll go.” Luan Yenan’s voice, soaked in the rich, pure scent of vodka, flowed into Zuo Baixuan’s ears, intoxicating her to the point of delirium.
The stock market closing?
Zuo Baixuan understood Luan Yenan’s plan and knew her opponent was being effortlessly tormented.
But it was only a little past one now. The stock market wouldn’t close for nearly two more hours.
“Teacher… are you a beast?” Zuo Baixuan’s eyes held a mix of reproach and just the right amount of affection.
Whether it was the word “teacher” or “beast” that triggered her, Luan Yenan lifted Zuo Baixuan onto the desk and leaned down.
Just as she was about to remove her glasses.
Zuo Baixuan stopped her hand, turning her head to the side. “Keep them on.”
Luan Yenan’s eyes narrowed, then she smiled, planting a kiss on the exposed side of Zuo Baixuan’s swan-like neck.
“Ah Nan.” Zuo Baixuan’s voice trembled from the cool touch of the metal.
Luan Yenan felt as if she were being entwined by vines, her strength loosening, allowing the vines to tighten around her.
Following the spring breeze, Luan Yenan glanced out the window. The wind swayed the newly bloomed flower buds on the trees, their petals unfurling, their fragrance filling the air.
…
Bang! Bang! Bang!
In the conference room of “Frontend.” Luan Lizheng angrily struck the floor with his cane.
He had invited Luan Yenan over at noon, saying he wanted to hold an important meeting with her and key members of the company. Luan Yenan had agreed.
But after Luan Lizheng confirmed the attendees and the meeting time, he completely lost contact with her.
Furious, Luan Lizheng made several calls and sent multiple messages, ultimately deciding to convene an internal board meeting.
Luan Muyin sat beside Luan Lizheng, observing the others.
The shareholders aligned with Luan Lizheng knew he had invested heavily in the “Smart Life” project, but the research was still in its early stages.
Even with Professor Smith’s team fully cooperating, they couldn’t create a buzz as big as the “smart speaker.”
As a result, they wouldn’t be the first to seize the market, which would inevitably be dominated by the well-prepared Luan Yenan. Luan Lizheng’s investment would be a total loss.
Not only would Luan Lizheng himself suffer a heavy blow, but “Frontend” and the companies that had followed his lead in excluding “Yituan” would also be dragged down.
“This is outrageous! Luan Yenan is going back on her word! Is this the daughter you raised? She has no sense of propriety, no respect for her elders, no sense of decency!” Luan Lizheng even berated Luan Muyin several times.
But Luan Muyin wasn’t angry. She simply smiled at Luan Lizheng. “Dad, Yenan has always been spoiled since she was a child. I neglected her upbringing. Back then, she protested by stealing confidential information. Now, she’s using this move to protest against you. This was to be expected.”
In other words, I admit this child is spoiled and disrespectful, but hey, wasn’t it you who spoiled her?
“Don’t you realize Yenan is colluding with outsiders to destroy our company? This company isn’t just my life’s work—it’s yours too! This isn’t like that little secret from before. How can you let Yenan do this?” Luan Lizheng continued to shift the blame, trying to incite outrage among the others.
However, the shareholders aligned with Luan Lizheng were all elderly and long past their prime.
When Luan Lizheng decided to stake everything on the “Smart Life” project, they had disagreed. But seeing the progress, they had wanted a piece of the pie and stayed silent.
Now that they were facing losses, they were growing restless, even secretly blaming Luan Lizheng for not listening to reason.
As for the technical shareholders who had been swayed, some were beginning to regret their decision.
Regret for having sided with Luan Lizheng in the first place, and wondering if there was still a chance to switch sides.
“Dad, it’s not that serious. ‘Yituan’ is just proposing to collaborate with a little-known company. Your ‘Smart Life’ project has been in development for so long. The factory production lines are already in operation, and the products will be ready in a few days, right? If we also choose to release the reviews to the public, this news could stabilize our stock price.” Luan Muyin said calmly, her voice devoid of emotion.
Luan Lizheng narrowed his eyes, wrinkles crowding his face as he scrutinized Luan Muyin. He couldn’t figure out what his usually obedient daughter was thinking now. This puppet, now out of control, made him deeply uncomfortable.
“Is that really what you think?”
“Of course.” Luan Muyin nodded.
Beside her, Luan Yecha seized the moment to chime in, “Grandpa, although our company’s stock plummeted after lunch, it quickly rebounded and stayed firmly locked at the limit-up until the market closed. It was a massive rebound, and investors who sold are kicking themselves for missing out!”
Luan Lizheng had instructed his investment firm to rescue the stock, but before the funds could even be prepared, the stock price had already reversed.
He had no idea who had suddenly bought such a large volume of shares.
“Luan Yenan.”
“?” Luan Lizheng’s head snapped up as he saw Luan Yenan striding toward the conference room with Zuo Baixuan in tow.
Her high heels clicked confidently against the floor, each step measured and powerful as she approached.
Zuo Baixuan, in her white sneakers, had to hop slightly to keep up, her steps light and cheerful.
The security guards looked uneasy, not daring to use force, but they stretched out their arms, trying to form a human barrier, determined to at least keep her out of the office.
The receptionist stood to the side, equally helpless, pleading, “Miss Luan, please don’t make this difficult for us. The board is in session right now. You’re not a director of this company, so you can’t go in.”
“Who says I’m not? Well, not yet, but I will be soon.” Luan Yenan said with a smile as she reached the door. “Hello, everyone. Long time no see.”
Inside the conference room, everyone swallowed hard.
For a moment, it felt like they were back on the day she had stunned them with “cloud computing” and “cloud storage.”
Luan Muyin’s face lit up with a smile. She had been waiting for this moment.
Luan Lizheng, furious, stood up and raised his cane, ready to strike Luan Yenan.
Zuo Baixuan instinctively moved to block, but Luan Yenan’s arm tightened around her waist, pulling her close.
With her free hand, Luan Yenan effortlessly caught the trembling cane and gently pushed the old man back into his chair.
“Grandpa!” Luan Yecha was startled and angry, but when he looked up at Luan Yenan’s icy expression, he remembered the humiliation of being forced to count out loud and immediately lost his nerve.
“Hello, everyone. First, I’d like to propose a motion to the board. I currently hold 3% of the shares and am applying to join the board of directors.” Luan Yenan said with a smile, standing beside the equally smiling Zuo Baixuan. They looked like a pair of devout, benevolent figures.
But to the people in the conference room, they seemed more like a pair of beautiful yet menacing demons.
Luan Yecha’s mind worked quickly. “The stocks… today’s stock purchases were yours?!”
Luan Yenan glanced at her cousin and smiled. “I’ve been buying for the past few days. I was getting anxious because I couldn’t reach 3%, but today’s massive volume finally did it.”
The room collectively held its breath.
Even Luan Lizheng was stunned.
The funds that had locked the stock at the limit-up had come from her alone?!
No, no, even if that were the case, so what?
At most, Luan Yenan would have the support of Luan Muyin’s 37%, which wasn’t enough to overcome the 40% or even the shaky 42%.
Luan Lizheng stared at Luan Yenan, waiting to see what other tricks she had up her sleeve.
“Let’s vote quickly. I have a lot more to discuss.” Luan Yenan said, leading Zuo Baixuan to two seats near the door and sitting down.
Zuo Baixuan smiled and asked, “Yenan, wouldn’t it have been better to invest all that money in our own company’s stock? Why buy into ‘Frontend’?”
“Well, it’s a family business after all. I wanted to feel involved. Of course, if I don’t secure a board seat today, I’ll consider selling tomorrow. I just wonder how long it’ll take to offload 3% of the shares in a bearish market. Oh dear, am I about to become the fool who overpaid?” Luan Yenan’s tone was deliberately theatrical, as if she were reciting lines.
Zuo Baixuan couldn’t help but laugh.
If Luan Yenan were to become the fool who overpaid, the sun might as well rise from the west.
Their back-and-forth carried a clear undertone of threat.
If Luan Yenan didn’t secure the votes today, starting tomorrow, everyone holding shares would face a significant loss in value.
Even “Frontend” would be thrown into turmoil.
If her words managed to sway just 2% of the shareholders, victory would be assured.
In fact, once she became a shareholder, with her own 3%, she could even take over as chairman today.
Luan Lizheng never imagined that Luan Yenan’s temporary resignation as CEO of “Yituan” was all part of this plan!
He began to regret not heeding his financial advisor’s advice to adjust the equity agreement, which had given Luan Yenan this opening.
Trembling, he sat in his seat, breathing rapidly and pressing a hand to his chest. The company he had fought for his entire life, the empire he had controlled for half a century, was about to change hands in this very moment?
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