The Destiny Villainess Wants Me To Work!-Chapter 95: Soft Launch!

Time flowed quietly, much like water dripping from a faucet. When one stared at each drop, it seemed painfully slow. Yet when ignored for a while, the basin would suddenly be filled to the brim.

Several days had passed since the incident involving the Black Bull Gang.

The police investigation that followed produced... rather strange results.

After interrogating the captured criminals, the officers discovered that many of them had been beaten so severely that their memories had become unreliable. Some of them spoke normally for a while, but then began rambling about bizarre things.

Stories about a "gun devil" appeared repeatedly.

Some swore they saw a man flying in the sky. Others claimed their boss had been "kidnapped by a floating gun." A few even insisted the devil had controlled their weapons like puppets.

At first, the police listened seriously.

But the more they heard, the darker their expressions became.

Eventually, the department’s psychologist was called in.

After several examinations, the conclusion was simple: the criminals had suffered significant head trauma. Their memories were fractured, and some had begun blending imagination with reality.

In short—

They were talking nonsense.

Even so, the police continued searching for the missing gang leader.

Unfortunately, he had vanished completely.

When asked what happened to him, the captured criminals stubbornly repeated the same story.

"He was taken away by the flying devil!"

At the end, Captain Song Jinyu, who had been listening to the interrogation recordings all morning, slammed the file shut with visible irritation on her face.

"That’s enough."

She glared at the criminals.

"This is what you deserve for your crimes."

"Now even the devil is coming after you."

With that, the terrified criminals were sent off to prison.

The police did not attempt to steal the credit for the rescue operation.

Between the testimonies of the rescued victims and the video footage captured by reporters that day, the truth was already clear.

The mysterious woman who had stormed the warehouse base alone had become the centre of attention.

Within a single night, Leng Shuang became a trending figure online.

Animated videos of her fighting the gang members spread rapidly across social media. Netizens praised her courage and strength, calling her a hero who saved over a hundred victims.

The sudden wave of popularity had unexpected benefits.

With the help of the professional management team arranged by Lin Yaorui, Leng Shuang quickly consolidated her control over Ankang Biotech.

Executives loyal to Wen Hang were either dismissed or quietly demoted.

Although she had initially felt uneasy about becoming a CEO, it didn’t take long for her to adapt.

In fact, she handled the position surprisingly well.

Su Mo was quite satisfied with her performance.

As a reward for her hard work, he decided to begin teaching her cultivation officially.

Of course, before doing so, he first confirmed that Yang Qingxi and Zhang Xulin had no objections to his teaching Leng Shuang the Berserker Breathing Sutra.

Once that was settled, the training began.

However, the process was very different from what Leng Shuang had imagined.

There were indeed basic steps like feeling spiritual energy, learning to absorb it and practising control.

But Su Mo didn’t spend much time explaining the theory.

As soon as both Leng Shuang and Zhang Xulin grasped the fundamentals—

The real training began.

And it was brutal.

Every day consisted of the same routine:

Get beaten up.

Healed.

Repeat.

Under Su Mo’s "careful guidance," the two women endured several days of painful training.

Eventually, their efforts paid off.

Both of them successfully entered the Qi Condensation Stage (Level 1).

Interestingly, although Leng Shuang had started learning later than Zhang Xulin, her progress was noticeably faster.

This confirmed Su Mo’s earlier suspicion.

Leng Shuang’s potential was indeed superior.

After all, one of them was a combat-oriented heroine, while the other was merely a supporting character in a villain’s faction.

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One afternoon, a few days later.

The villa’s living hall was quiet.

Su Mo was lying lazily on the sofa, scrolling through his phone out of boredom.

Nearby, Leng Shuang sat with a laptop on her lap, reviewing company documents.

She had already finished her morning "training session", which mainly consisted of getting beaten up and then healed. Now she can’t even take a rest. Evil capitalist Su Mo is leaving all the company’s matters to her after all.

At that moment, Yang Qingxi walked into the living room.

"Su Mo," she said casually, "do you want to come with me to a birthday celebration tonight?"

Su Mo looked up lazily.

"Huh?"

"What would I even do there?"

"I don’t know any of the people who’ll attend."

He paused briefly.

"Is it some upper-circle party?"

Yang Qingxi nodded.

"Seems like it."

"It’s for someone from the Chu family. His name is Chu Daxing."

"Chu family?" Su Mo asked curiously.

"Are they powerful?"

"How do they compare with the Yang family?"

Yang Qingxi’s lips curled slightly.

"Do you underestimate my family that much?"

"There’s no comparison."

"The Chu family’s biggest bragging point is their assets of a few billion and some military background."

"...I see."

Su Mo nodded thoughtfully.

But inside his mind—

[Just a few billion?]

[Dear goddess of wealth... if it’s so ’meager,’ why not give me a few billion too?]

Yang Qingxi heard the thought and almost laughed.

"So," she asked again, "are you going or not?"

"Not going." Su Mo’s thoughts remained the same. "It sounds boring."

"Fine." Yang Qingxi shrugged. "Then I’ll tell my mom we’re both not going."

She casually sat beside Leng Shuang and began eating fruit from the tea table.

Su Mo blinked.

"Your mom?"

"She asked you to go?"

Yang Qingxi shrugged again.

"More like she asked us to go."

"She probably heard about you from Xiao Zhen."

"Apparently, she thinks it’s a good idea to introduce you to the upper circle."

Su Mo waved his hand dismissively.

"I’ll pass."

"Too much trouble."

"True," Yang Qingxi agreed. "Most people go to those parties just to show off and feed their egos."