Who's going to be the female lead's simp? Aren't the supporting female characters mor

Ye Lingqing watched this scene, a strange light flashing in her beautiful eyes: "Young Master Bai is even more impatient than I imagined. A massive purge right after taking over—aren't you afraid of causing an uproar?"

"A short, sharp pain is worse than a long, drawn-out one."

Bai Jingyou said calmly, "Besides, how can new flesh grow if the pus and blood aren't squeezed out completely?"

Just then, a black Maybach slowly drove up and stopped next to the Ferrari.

The car door opened, and Jiang Mengyao stepped out carrying two exquisite insulated boxes.

She wore a beige trench coat today, with her long hair tied up, making her look both gentle and capable.

Seeing Ye Lingqing there, Jiang Mengyao paused slightly, then quickly regained her composure and walked over with a smile: "Jingyou, I brought you lunch. President Ye is here too?"

"Miss Jiang is truly virtuous." Ye Lingqing looked at the insulated food container in Jiang Mengyao's hand with a half-smile. "Young Master Bai is so lucky to be able to eat a hot meal at a time like this. Unlike me, I can only starve."

"If Mr. Ye hasn't eaten yet, you can join me if you don't mind." Jiang Mengyao walked to Bai Jingyou's side and naturally took his arm, the meaning of asserting ownership was self-evident. "I brought two portions, originally for Assistant Chen, it seems Assistant Chen won't be able to enjoy them."

Chen Mo, standing to the side, pushed up his glasses expressionlessly: ...

[A battleground? That doesn't exist.]

[Jiang Mengyao may be gentle, but she's definitely not a pushover. In the original story, she was willing to break with her family to protect the male lead. Her current possessive attitude is rather endearing.]

Bai Jingyou put his arm around Jiang Mengyao's waist and gently kissed her forehead: "Thank you for your hard work."

This uninhibited intimacy caused a fleeting, barely perceptible sadness to cross Ye Lingqing's eyes, but it vanished in an instant.

"I won't be a third wheel." Ye Lingqing smoothed her hair. "Young Master Bai, the show is about to begin. I hope you have a good appetite and don't get indigestion."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a commotion broke out in the direction of the administration building.

"What right do you have to arrest me?! This is illegal detention!"

"Guys! The new boss is going to take our jobs away! Let's all quit!"

A group of workers dressed in blue overalls and wearing hard hats emerged from all corners, numbering two or three hundred, carrying wrenches and iron bars, and aggressively surrounded this area.

The leader, a bald, fat man with a menacing face, pointed at Bai Jingyou and yelled, "Hey Bai! This dock is the livelihood Master Chu left us brothers! You think you can get something for nothing? No way!"

"Yes! Get off the dock!"

"We demand our wages! We demand compensation!"

The crowd instantly erupted, a dark mass closing in on Bai Jingyou and his group.

Jiang Mengyao's face paled, and she instinctively gripped Bai Jingyou's sleeve tightly: "Jingyou..."

"Don't be afraid." Bai Jingyou gently patted the back of her hand, shielding her behind him. His face showed no panic, but rather a playful smile.

"President Ye," Bai Jingyou looked at Ye Lingqing, who was ready to watch the show, "this is the bug you were talking about?"

"This is foreman Zhao Biao, a henchman of the Chu family." Ye Lingqing leaned against the car door, lighting a cigarette. "He has hundreds of men under his command and controls the loading and unloading operations at the dock. Young Master Bai, this is a tough nut to crack. If you don't handle this properly and it escalates into a mass incident, you'll have to give up the dock."

"A tough nut to crack?"

Bai Jingyou chuckled, released Jiang Mengyao, and took two steps forward.

He faced hundreds of armed thugs, his expression as calm as if he were strolling in his own backyard.

The sea breeze was biting, stirring up dust from the dock and mixing with the heavy breathing of hundreds of people, creating a suffocatingly low pressure.

Zhao Biao stood at the front of the crowd, rhythmically clapping a solid steel pipe in his palm, his face trembling with each movement.

Behind him, the dark mass of workers had complex expressions in their eyes—anger, blind obedience, and fear of the unknown.

"Young Master Bai, words alone won't cut it in this situation." Ye Lingqing leaned against the Ferrari door, a cigarette between her slender fingers. Amidst the swirling smoke, her beautiful eyes held a playful glint of anticipation. "These laborers only care about their fists and their livelihood."

Su Man snorted coldly, crushed the lollipop in her mouth, and reached for the tactical dagger at her waist with her right hand.

"Step back."

Bai Jingyou's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable air of authority.

He walked past Suman and headed alone towards the group of thugs wielding weapons. The sound of his leather shoes on the concrete was clearly audible, each step seeming to resonate with the heartbeats of the crowd.

"You're asking for it!" Zhao Biao's eyes flashed with murderous intent upon seeing this. "Brothers, this pretty boy looks down on us! Surround him! No one's leaving Pier 7 until we give him an explanation!"

Several trusted thugs immediately brandished wrenches and prepared to rush forward.

"Chen Mo."

Bai Jingyou stopped five meters away from Zhao Biao, one hand in his pocket, the other hand raised slightly, and snapped his fingers.

"exist."

Chen Mo, who was already prepared, immediately stepped forward, but what he was holding was not a weapon, but two heavy black briefcases.

"Click".

The box snapped open, and Chen Mo flipped it upside down on the ground.

slam-la-

Bundles of hundred-yuan bills poured down, piling up into a dizzying little mountain in the sunlight.

The once noisy and bustling crowd fell silent instantly, all eyes fixed on that dazzling red, unable to look away even a fraction.

His breathing became heavy, but this time, it was because of greed.

[In the original story, Zhao Biao, that idiot, controlled his subordinates by deducting their wages, ostensibly to help them save money. This primitive method of control is an insult to the very word "villain."]

Bai Jingyou looked at those pairs of eyes, bloodshot with longing, and a graceful smile curved his lips.

"Here is five million."

Bai Jingyou's voice was calm, yet more penetrating than Zhao Biao's roar just now, "Anyone who throws down their weapon and stands on the left will receive 20,000 yuan in cash on the spot. Furthermore, the Bai Group will fully reimburse any outstanding wages owed to them."

Clang.

It's unclear who dropped the iron rod first.

Immediately afterwards, like dominoes being toppled, the sounds of metal hitting the ground rose and fell in succession, forming a continuous chorus.

"Don't listen to his nonsense! He's lying to you!" Zhao Biao panicked, waving a steel pipe and shouting, "He just wants to divide us! Once he gets the money, he'll fire you all!"

"A lie?" Bai Jingyou chuckled, pulled out the file folder Ye Lingqing had just given him from his pocket, and slowly untied the rope.

"Zhao Biao, male, 42 years old. Foreman at Pier No. 7, peripheral member of the Black Dragon Society."

Bai Jingyou read slowly, his gaze sweeping across the crowd like a blade, finally settling on a dark-skinned middle-aged worker. "Old Zhang, you broke your leg last year, the company's compensation was 120,000. How much did Zhao Biao give you?"

Old Zhang, whose name was called, trembled and stammered, "Five...five thousand. Brother Biao said he'd use the rest to pay my social security..."

"Social security?" Bai Jingyou scoffed, pulling a receipt from his file folder and tossing it around. "This is the Social Security Bureau's inquiry record. There's not a single penny in your account. That 115,000 yuan was all in the bag Zhao Biao bought for his mistress at the nightclub."

boom!

The crowd erupted in an uproar.

Bai Jingyou didn't stop, but sped up his speech, rattling off names and numbers like a machine gun.

"Li Daqiang, your wife is sick and you urgently need money. Zhao Biao lent you 30,000 yuan, but charged you 50,000 yuan in interest. In reality, that was your overtime pay."

"Wang Laowu, your son's place in school has been taken by Zhao Biao and given to his nephew."

Every word was like a heavy hammer blow, striking the workers' hearts hard.

The anger that was originally directed at Bai Jingyou is now rapidly shifting direction, converging into a torrent that is about to engulf Zhao Biao.

"You...you're spouting nonsense!" Zhao Biao was covered in sweat and his face was deathly pale. Under this tangible, angry gaze, he unconsciously took two steps back.

"Is this slander? The accounts here are crystal clear." Bai Jingyou threw the thick stack of documents directly at Zhao Biao's face, the papers flying like paper money scattered on the dead.

"Now, the choice is in your hands."

Bai Jingyou straightened his slightly disheveled cuffs, turned his back to the crowd, leaving them with an unfathomable silhouette, "Are you going to follow this vampire down this dark path, or take the money and live a life of luxury with me, Bai Jingyou?"

"I'll do it!"

Old Zhang was the first to lose his temper. He picked up the iron rod from the ground, but instead of rushing towards Bai Jingyou, he stared intently at Zhao Biao, shouting, "Zhao Biao! Give me back my life-saving money!"

"Give me my money back!"

"Kill that bastard!"

The situation reversed instantly. The hundreds of people who had been crowding around Zhao Biao just moments before now pounced like hungry wolves, completely surrounding Zhao Biao's dozen or so loyal followers.

"Bai Jingyou! I'll kill you!"

Knowing that the situation was hopeless, Zhao Biao, in despair, became ruthless and, disregarding the riot behind him, gripped the steel pipe and, like a mad bull, smashed it down on the back of Bai Jingyou's head, who had his back to him!

The wind is howling!

Jiang Mengyao exclaimed in alarm, "Watch out!"

Ye Lingqing's fingers, which were holding the cigarette, tightened slightly.

However, Bai Jingyou didn't even turn his head.

A black afterimage flashed by like a ghost.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud was followed by the cracking sound of bones breaking and a piercing scream.

Su Man maintained her high-legged downward kicking posture, her gleaming Martin boots firmly pressing down on Zhao Biao's wrist, which was gripping the steel pipe.

The steel pipe hit the ground, and the wrist was twisted at a terrifying angle.

"The boss didn't tell you to move, so you have to be a wooden doll." Su Man bent down, the butterfly knife in her hand flashing a dazzling flower of light between her fingers, before finally coldly pressing it against Zhao Biao's trembling, fat face. "Understand, you fat pig?"

Zhao Biao was in so much pain that his whole body was convulsing. Looking at the woman in front of him who smiled charmingly but was extremely ruthless, all he could see was endless fear.

"Clean it up."

Bai Jingyou finally turned around, looking down at Zhao Biao, who was lying there like a dead dog, his eyes as cold as if he were looking at a bag of garbage. "Since he's from the Chu family, send him to the police station. The charges... inciting riots, massive embezzlement, and intentional assault."

Not far away, Ye Lingqing took a deep drag of her cigarette, flicked off the butt, and stomped it out.