Chapter 129: Trust Your Man

"As long as you cooperate with me, I won't work with them. Hmph! Don't let the title of company president fool you; I only hold twenty percent of the shares. Another thirty percent belongs to Liu Zihao, and fifty percent is held by the Black Dragon Gang," Lin Youqin said, pouting in displeasure.

"Hmm, fair enough. If I start my own company, you can manage it for me. I'll give you thirty percent of the shares, and the rest will be mine." Ling Tian had observed that Lin Youqin was a true talent; her management was excellent, and she possessed extensive experience in the cosmetics industry.

"Oh, that sounds wonderful! Even if you only gave me twenty percent, I would still choose to work with you." Lin Youqin was delighted. If she could work alongside Ling Tian, she would have more opportunities to be close to him. Proximity, after all, brings the best advantages.

"Haha, I'm not that stingy. Wait for my word. Once I set up the company, I'll poach you over, and this current firm will go bankrupt." That was exactly Ling Tian’s plan; he was determined to crush the assets of Liu Zihao and the Black Dragon Gang.

The two shared some intimate moments in the room. Ling Tian lifted Lin Youqin onto the office desk this time. With her leaning over, Ling Tian entered from behind. He imagined himself as the boss and this woman as his secretary; having such an encounter on the desk was truly one of life’s great pleasures.

"Oh, it's so deep!" Lin Youqin rested one leg on the table while the other remained on the floor. The pose was incredibly alluring, and Ling Tian found it immensely satisfying. It was exquisite—especially from his vantage point: the snow-white skin, the slender waist, the beautiful back, and the swaying hips.

After several rounds of passion, Lin Youqin surrendered once more. This time, she felt no animosity toward Lin Youya. That silly girl had never been intimate with Ling Tian, while she had already shared many such moments with him. A sense of smug triumph filled her heart.

When Ling Tian emerged from Lin Youqin’s office, the staff had not yet left, even though the workday was officially over. Many hadn't seen Ling Tian clearly when he first arrived, having only heard from the receptionist that he was a strikingly handsome man. Gossip being human nature, they were all waiting for him to appear.

Lin Youqin did not walk out with him, so as Ling Tian stepped out alone, he was met with the curious and gossiping gazes of everyone present. He felt a bit embarrassed, but then realized the reason: Lin Youqin’s sounds must have been too loud, and everyone was eager to see what kind of "mighty man" had conquered her.

"Wow! He's so handsome! No wonder he's President Lin's man!"

"If only my boyfriend were that good-looking!"

Ling Tian's entrance caused a stir among the young women in the office. He flashed a charming smile before heading out. While these women weren't quite beautiful enough to catch his eye, they would likely be his future employees, so maintaining a polite demeanor was necessary.

After leaving Lin Youqin’s company, Ling Tian headed straight to see Song Ziyue. As for the "Fairy Water" she requested, Lin Youqin would have her subordinates deliver it to Lin Youya’s villa.

From the scorpion beauty in the morning to his entanglement with Lin Youqin in the afternoon, and now heading to see Song Ziyue at night—Ling Tian felt his life was truly colorful. It was all about the beautiful women!

Of course, Ling Tian wasn't just visiting Song Ziyue for pleasure; the primary reason was to discuss underworld affairs. With Long Hun dead, everyone would likely turn their focus toward Song Ziyue and Ling Tian, as it was well-known they had clashed with the Black Dragon Gang.

Song Ziyue was at the gang headquarters handling business. She laughed and tossed aside the invitation sent by the Jin Gang for tomorrow’s funeral. Ling Tian had long warned her never to attend, and she wasn't foolish enough to go. The Jin Gang was deep-rooted; while the deaths of Qiao Dong and Xu Shaobai wouldn't collapse them, it had certainly left a mark.

The happiest person there was Tiger. He had never imagined that with one move from Ling Tian and Song Ziyue, two of the Jin Gang's leaders would be dead. It was truly gratifying! And that traitor, Eagle, was dead too. Even the scarred man had perished during the chaos after being released from the detention center.

"Sister Yue, tell me about that day again—tell me how Brother Tian battled the ghost," Tiger pleaded. He had heard various legendary versions and wanted the specific details from her.

"Want to know? Go ask Ling Tian yourself." Song Ziyue couldn't be bothered to brag for him. This guy’s prestige in the Ziyue Gang was already eclipsing her own; she wondered who this gang actually belonged to now.

"I’d like to ask him, but Brother Tian is a busy man. I can never find him." Tiger had been missing Ling Tian lately, hoping to learn a few ghost-catching tricks to show off in front of the ladies.

Song Ziyue pursed her lips. "What could he possibly be busy with? Just chasing women. Yesterday he was shopping with one, today he’s off to see another, playing at office romances. He’s certainly busy."

"Sister Yue, how do you know all that?" Tiger asked, curious.

Song Ziyue glanced at him without answering. She had secretly sent people to track Ling Tian’s movements—out of concern, of course—but seeing him constantly surrounded by women still made her feel a little jealous.

Just then, Ling Tian arrived. He had heard Song Ziyue’s complaints from a distance and walked in with a smile. "What’s this? My little Yue is jealous? Back in Wei County, you found five women for me at once. I thought you’d never be jealous, and I even worried you didn't care about me at all. Now, I’m relieved to know you’re keeping such a close eye on my whereabouts."

Ling Tian’s arrival brought joy to Tiger and Song Ziyue, and excitement to the rest of the Ziyue Gang. Indeed, everyone now viewed Ling Tian as the leader; in their minds, Brother Tian’s position had subtly surpassed that of Sister Yue.

However, after her initial delight, Song Ziyue’s expression turned indifferent. "I’m not jealous; I was just concerned for your safety. Regardless, you offended the Jin Gang and the Black Dragon Gang because of me. The Jin Gang sent an invitation, and they even included one specifically for you." She handed the invitation to Ling Tian.

"The Jin Gang? Heh." Ling Tian took the card and looked it over. He hadn't expected Yan Luo to send him an invitation. A Hongmen Banquet? It was a funeral, which was quite different, but if Ling Tian attended, the nature of the event might shift toward something similar.

"Ling Tian, what are you laughing at? Didn't we already agree not to go?" Song Ziyue felt his expression was strange.

"I said I wouldn't let *you* go. But if I didn't have other matters to attend to, I’d actually love to join the fun. Sigh, maybe next time. When Zhang Dalin’s funeral comes around, I’ll go and meet all the heroes then. Heh heh. But this time, I really am busy." Ling Tian actually wanted to go, but saving Dongfang Ye was an absolute necessity.

***

For the past few days, the various parties tracking Ling Tian had been feeling quite frustrated. All they saw him do was woo women and kill people. Beyond that, they couldn't discern much, yet they were certain he was no ordinary man.

The Ministry of State Security knew that the death of their internal agent had nothing to do with Ling Tian; it was merely the work of that codenamed "Cloud" figure, who had colluded with the Jin Gang to settle a personal score. They were simply curious and hoped to recruit him.

The Dragon Group was acting under higher orders to investigate Ling Tian, though they didn't fully grasp the motive behind it.

Only the Dark Group was truly excited. The more they observed, the more they felt Ling Tian was the person they had been searching for. While his womanizing nature was different from before, every other aspect was a perfect match.

The groups held meetings to discuss their findings and strategize.

Meanwhile, the man in the courtyard had a sinister expression. *Ling Tian! This Ling Tian really is remarkably similar to the other one!* It was almost certain they were the same person. Though he didn't know why the background was different, the demeanor, tone, and techniques were identical. *Even with only a ninety percent certainty, he cannot be left alive.*

He issued the order: *Kill.*

He knew the strength of the real Ling Tian. He had exhausted every effort to kill him before, so this time, he would send someone far more powerful. The Dragon Group? They were fine for dealing with commoners or conducting investigations, but for killing Ling Tian? They were far too weak.

Ling Tian was currently discussing the situation with Song Ziyue, unaware that someone was planning his assassination, nor that the threat level was so high. Even if he knew, he wouldn't care. His techniques were now even more formidable than in his past life. In this lifetime, he had encountered Li Youran, who possessed the Yin body, obtained the jade pendant, and had been with several innocent, untouched young girls—it was his great fortune.

If he had known that the primordial Yin of young girls was so effective, he wouldn't have spent his past life as an ascetic monk.

*Sigh! Three years of bitter cultivation isn't worth a single night holding a woman! How tragic! The tragedy of a cultivator! No wonder those heretical sects are so prevalent and dual-cultivation is so popular.*

"Ling Tian, are you sure Long Hun is really dying?" Song Ziyue asked, still worried. Knowing that the opponent’s "Long Four" went by the nickname "The Second Hua Tuo," she felt uneasy.

"Of course. My work is even more lethal than the King of Hell’s. There’s a saying: if the King of Hell wants you dead at the third watch, you won't live to the fifth. As for me? When I decide someone dies, they die. You need to trust your man; this is a matter of a man’s dignity." Ling Tian stroked Song Ziyue’s hair. Why was this girl so stubborn?

"If Long Hun really dies soon, I’ll trust you from now on." Song Ziyue remained half-skeptical. She didn't understand medicine, and Ling Tian’s claims sounded far too mystical.