Chapter Seventy-Three: Must You Truly Pursue Me to the Bitter End? Extra chapter for those who gifted tourmaline diamonds.

I was left dizzy and breathless from his kisses, and even Luo Ange was breathing heavily. Fearing he might let his animal instincts take over again, I quickly pushed him away. “Zhu Bang said you haven’t had lunch yet. I’ll go make you something to eat.”

He grinned and bit my chin playfully. “You’re not going to poison me, are you?”

A little embarrassed, I caught my breath, jumped down, and hurried into the kitchen.

While I was in the kitchen, I kept wondering if Luo Ange was treating me this way because he actually liked me. But then again, he was a rich young master, changing women more often than clothes—how could he possibly be interested in me? There was only one possibility left: he was doing this to defend Mu Ying.

Remembering the conversation between him and Mu Ying at his house that day, I grew anxious. Was he planning to make a move against Rong Luozheng? Now that Rong Luozheng and Yi Huayang were involved, would my parents get dragged in? Would Luo Ange stoop so low as to take his anger out on Xia Qi?

My thoughts spun in circles. When I came out carrying the noodles, Luo Ange was deep in conversation with Zhu Bang.

Zhu Bang held a thick stack of documents, which Luo Ange reviewed one by one. “Is everything here?”

Zhu Bang nodded. “Yes, these are all the pieces of evidence the lawyer collected—enough to bring him down.”

Luo Ange pondered for a few seconds. “I don’t have the patience to play games with him anymore. Go tell Sixth Brother—hit him hard, finish this as quickly as possible.”

Zhu Bang hesitated. “Young master, should we inform the Old Master? After all—”

“After all what? This is the Mu family’s business. When did it become the Old Master’s concern?”

Zhu Bang didn’t dare argue further and quietly left with the documents.

I sat down beside Luo Ange, and my eyes were drawn to the files scattered on the sofa. Two names caught my attention, and I picked up the document.

He glanced at me, then asked suddenly, “Did Rong Luozheng go to your house to propose today?”

I nodded, a sense of foreboding stirring inside me. “Why?”

He pulled my hand over and spoke earnestly. “Yi Lanshan, you’d better warn your family—especially your sister. If they want to avoid trouble, they should keep their distance from Rong Luozheng.”

He pointed to the paper in my hand. “The Mu Corporation removed him from his position, so he started secretly buying up shares from individual investors… He deliberately lured Mu Ying in, then sold the shares to her at a high price. He knows he’s no match for Mu Ying in the custody battle, so he quietly transferred assets into your sister’s name…”

A realization struck me. “So the documents he showed Yi Huayang at the café that day were about shifting the assets?”

Luo Ange nodded, picked up the noodles, and suddenly smiled. “Why didn’t you add any chili?”

I shot him a look. “You have an injury on your face. You can’t eat spicy food.”

He picked up a bit with his chopsticks and held it to my lips. “Try it first. Is it any good?”

Not suspecting anything, I took a bite—it was actually quite tasty.

But then I was dumbfounded. Luo Ange ate the rest of the noodles I’d bitten off, shaking his handsome face with satisfaction. “Not bad. Seventy points.”

I was a little displeased, but curiosity about Rong Luozheng’s fate got the better of me, so I ignored Luo Ange’s mischievous smile and asked, “Do I really need to tell Yi Huayang?”

He tapped my forehead. “You have no idea what our Sixth Brother is capable of. If he wants someone gone, even the Jade Emperor wouldn’t dare give him a second more.”

A pang of sorrow hit me. “Does it really have to be so ruthless?”

He looked at me. “You can’t bear it?”

I sighed. Judging by the way Yi Huayang was acting, she’d never truly forgotten Rong Luozheng after all these years. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have accepted his proposal right after sleeping with Du Fanchuan.

But what about Du Fanchuan?

I asked Luo Ange if he could spare Rong Luozheng. After all, there’s no clear-cut right or wrong in matters of the heart. If you’re destined to love someone, all the reason in the world can’t help.

Luo Ange shook his head. “I’ve already let you off. How could I let him off as well?”

For the first time, I tried to appease him. “I was the one who told Mu Ying to meet at the café—it had nothing to do with Rong Luozheng. If you need to make things difficult, make them difficult for me.”