Starting with magical girls, I'll reign supreme for eternity.

Rock Sugar smiled faintly, raised her teacup, and said, "Don't rush. Rushing will make you look like you're desperate. That's what you said back then."

Do you think violence will make me submit?

"As I said, it's a normal business collaboration." Bing Tang casually placed a piece of rock sugar into the tea.

“Even when faced with the threats and torment from the Witch Society, you never bowed your head. Everyone knows how tough the CEO of the Ice Age Group is, and I am proud of you, Father. So, this is not a threat, and no one can threaten you.”

Bing Tang's father had once fallen into the hands of the Witches' Guild, but that was a long time ago, before Bing Tang was even born.

While still working hard, Bing Tang's father was targeted by the Witch Society because his company was wealthy. The witch society threatened and coerced him, even physically torturing him and threatening him with death to force him to give up the company's profits.

However, Bing Tang's father never bowed his head, only sneering and mocking them as a bunch of good-for-nothings.

A good-for-nothing can't keep money even if he takes it; he'll just waste it. He doesn't have the habit of giving money to good-for-nothings.

After being rescued by the Disaster Management Bureau, the father of the rock candy company gained fame by making this record public, and the company's popularity soared, eventually becoming the behemoth it is today through his hard work.

No violence could make Bing Tang's father bow his head; he firmly believed this throughout his struggles.

Only losers take action.

Moreover, the Disaster Management Bureau later provided him with protection—most large industries like the Ice Age Group have cooperative protection with the Disaster Management Bureau.

The General Administration will react very quickly if there is a threat to personal safety.

Some retired magical girls are even hired by the company to work as bodyguards.

Of course, Bing Tang never intended to use despicable means such as threats from the beginning.

If she wanted to use violence, she wouldn't even need to transform into a magical girl.

Having been raised by her father, she naturally knew that it was meaningless.

This old man, who's known as having an iron will, can't be broken by violence.

"As long as you follow my rules obediently, without having to do anything extra, you will be able to officially inherit the Ice Age Group!"

Bing Tang sat on the sofa, enjoying her father's rage.

In the past, her father would sit in a chair and admire her expression.

From a young age, her father treated her as both a protégé and a rival.

The relationship between father and daughter wasn't particularly bad, but as serious competitors, there was never any normal warmth between them.

The winner takes all, the loser bows down.

“What you give me, I don’t want; what you don’t want me to give me, I will take back with my own hands.” Bing Tang put down her teacup. “I don’t need your inheritance rights, Father. I will take Ice Age from you. Most of Ice Age’s industries, equity, and external partners have already been transferred.”

"Just sign the papers, and you can retire. Now you can have a good rest."

Taking a deep breath and swaying slightly, the middle-aged man leaned on the table for support. "How long have you been preparing?"

"It all started when you told me you wanted me to become your business competitor."

"Thirteen years old."

The middle-aged man took a deep breath. "When were you prepared? Let me lose clearly."

"Well... speaking specifically within the group, it was the first half of the year." Bing Tang poured a glass of water, stood up, and handed it to her father. "It was when the Ice Age Group invested in Jiang Ming."

"Ah, I see. No wonder that deficit couldn't have been Zhang Feng's doing. Zhang Feng wouldn't have dared to do that!"

The middle-aged man took his daughter's water glass and drank it all in one gulp. "You should have been fully prepared long ago! Why did you only start now?"

"On the one hand, it's interesting to see you, Father, talking so high and mighty about testing me." Bing Tang gave a teasing smile. "It's like watching a sick cat bluffing, it's quite amusing."

The middle-aged man almost smashed the water glass!

He never imagined that his daughter could be so infuriating!

"On the other hand, it's unnecessary. Ice Age Group is so big, it's troublesome to manage. I have my own things to do, and I'm not in a hurry to take over Ice Age Group."

The middle-aged man sneered, "Now you're in a hurry? Why?"

"My sect leader is short of pocket money."

After a long silence, the middle-aged man looked at her suspiciously and asked, "Huh?"

"Okay, if you don't understand, let me put it another way."

Bing Tang got up, poured herself a cup of tea, and went over to clink glasses with her father. "My boss is short of pocket money. I'm a little short on cash right now. After all, it's quite troublesome to come up with 500 million all at once. I have no choice but to take over the Ice Age Group to tide me over."

"Just because of that?"

The middle-aged man glared angrily, "Five hundred million!"

“That’s already a lot.” Bing Tang shook her head at her father, who was like a hermit.

When the Qingyun Sect was expanding across South China, West China and North China, it only had a little over 2 billion yuan in funds. Now, it is going to take out 500 million yuan at once to give the sect leader pocket money, which will naturally affect the Qingyun Sect's expansion activities.

However, the middle-aged man just yelled, "You could have just asked me if I wanted it!"

“It’s me who needs to give money to my clan leader.” Bing Tang went over and took off the badge from her father’s chest. “It’s not you, and it’s not Ice Age either.”

Seeing her father trembling with anger, Bing Tang smiled gently, "A bet is a bet, Father. This isn't the first time you've been a loser, is it?"

He slammed the water glass onto the ground!

For the first time, the middle-aged man, who had always despised violence, used the very method of venting he scorned most.

Then he leaned against the table and sat down shakily.

After taking a deep breath, he looked as if he had aged decades in an instant.

She had never seen her father so dejected and powerless; the once imposing and strong figure of her childhood had become somewhat fragile.

Bing Tang simply placed the prepared documents on the table and pushed them in front of him.

Happy birthday, Dad.

A new beginning for losers.

Chapter 190: The Holy King vs. Battle Through the Heavens (6800 words)

A few days later, as agreed, Jiang Si returned to school wearing a mask.

After the college entrance examination, all the schools were on holiday and there were hardly any people. He jumped over from the playground and had no trouble getting through.

To avoid arousing Coco's suspicion, he waited until Coco was asleep before coming over.

Coco kept insisting on sleeping on the floor in her room for the past two days, but she couldn't stand it after two days.

I've always slept on soft beds since I was a child, because I said my back would hurt after sleeping on a makeshift bed on the floor.

How can a child have a waist and yet suffer from back pain?

I exercised every day when I was a kid and I never broke my back, I'm just being dramatic.

Coco was still thinking of having him sleep on the floor and giving her the bed.

That was utterly delusional. Jiang Si kicked her out of the house, and for the past two days she's been obediently sleeping in her own room.

He made sure Coco was fast asleep before going downstairs.

So that I won't have to ask myself where I'm going again.

Lately, I always have to ask myself what I'm going to do whenever I go out. Even when my mother was still alive, she wasn't as nagging.

After turning around and entering the classroom, the surrounding environment changed in an instant.

The prince sat on the lectern, exuding an air of authority as if he were seated on a throne. "Welcome, my fiancé."

Upon hearing this address, Jiang Si perked up slightly.

Not bad, it immediately reminded me of my own engagement annulment storyline.

The anticipation is off the charts.

Before he could even sit down, the prince stretched out another foot in front of him.

Wearing a pair of pretty, delicate blue leather shoes and white stockings that went past her knees, her slender feet weren't very big. She deliberately showed a bit of the white stockings, lifting them slightly, almost placing them in front of Jiang Si.

"What are you doing?"

"A kiss on the feet. You are both my fiancé and a distinguished guest, so I grant you permission to perform this gesture."

Jiang Si grabbed her foot and was about to lift her up and throw her out of the classroom.

Unexpectedly, the prince took off his shoes and sat back.

Jiang Si ignored it and simply threw the shoes out the window.

The prince's lips twitched, and he pulled his right leg back, slightly tugging at his skirt to cover his feet.

"This is a one-time exception." Si Motu said coldly, "If you dare to stick your foot out again, I'll chop it off."

"It's just a formality..."

"Don't talk to me about etiquette, I don't understand it. All I know is that if you dare to make me bow my head, I'll kill you."

Seeing the other person frown, and a hint of displeasure in their eyes.

Jiang Sixin was extremely satisfied.

Great, the annulment process is about 30% complete.

We need to intensify our efforts and make things more difficult for the other side.

It would be troublesome if they didn't want to call off the engagement in the end.

After returning home, Jiang Si pondered for a long time and discovered the biggest hidden danger in this annulment plot.

If the prince is unwilling to annul the engagement in the end, all of his plans will be in vain.

Therefore, we must make a concerted effort to get the prince in front of us to want to annul the engagement.

“Alright.” His Highness got off the lectern and hopped on one foot to the window.

With a wave of his hand, the shoe flew up and landed back in his hand. "I was being rude. I wonder what Mr. Si Motu wanted to do with me all of a sudden?"

Jiang Si, with her hands in her shirt pockets, watched the prince bending down to put on his shoes. "What do you mean by having Xilan take out a loan?"

It doesn't really matter, since the Witch's Guild's loan application can't reach me anyway.

But the other party's behavior itself was problematic, which gave him a good opportunity to make trouble.