The battle of the Yanjing families stirred the entire Huaxia in just a few days!

Even the major sects and schools, including one sect, two schools, and the Three Holy Lands, were alarmed. It also pushed the unknown organization South Heavenly Gate to the forefront...

However, Lin Zifeng didn’t care; after all, he had already offended them. Does he really need to try hard to please the Heavenly Punishment Alliance?

South Heavenly Gate couldn’t do it, and neither could Lin Zifeng.

In just two days, all industries of the three major families were swallowed by the Beiming Family. Beiming Yu originally intended for Lin Zifeng to reclaim them, but Lin Zifeng refused. Now, he couldn’t even handle the South Heavenly Gate’s issues, so reclaiming the legacy of the three major families would only make things more chaotic.

The three major families were entirely under the Beiming Family’s control, and the Beiming Family had also handed over their previous forty percent share of Huayu Group to South Heavenly Gate.

This means that now South Heavenly Gate’s Huayu Group owes nothing to the Beiming Family, and the Beiming Family is on par with South Heavenly Gate.

In these two days, many things happened outside, but Lin Zifeng currently doesn’t have the energy to deal with them. The primary issue is to boost Huayu Group again as the essential key.

Lin Zifeng returned to Huayu Group, embarking on his ministerial journey once more. This time it’s different from before; previously at Tianyu Group, he wore many hats. Now, he’s in charge of the film and media department, mainly managing the beautiful artists. Other matters are left to Nangong Bing, Mu Yang, Zhang Xixi, and Phantom to handle. He prefers to enjoy a leisurely time first.

In contrast, although the current situation in Huaxia isn’t very stable, South Heavenly Gate has the addition of Blazing Angel, the collaboration with the Beiming Family and the Ability Group, coupled with Lin Zifeng’s continuous reforms and innovations, South Heavenly Gate’s power is gradually increasing.

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In a famous coffee shop somewhere in Yanjing... Beiming Yu had been waiting here for several hours, accompanied by her two precious daughters, Beiming Lan and Beiming Huang, expecting Lin Zifeng to join for a coffee and discuss the main development issue.

However, the minutes ticked away.

Not only did Lin Zifeng not show up, but in the span of a few hours, the three of them had already consumed dozens of cups of coffee, leaving Beiming Lan feeling nauseated.

Looking at the scenery outside the compartment window, Beiming Lan felt utterly uncomfortable.

Pursing her lips like a cherry, with an annoyed expression, especially seeing the unfinished cup of coffee on the table, she repeatedly felt like throwing up.

"Oh, I’m so fed up! When on earth is the little assistant coming? Is he coming or not?!"

Finally, Beiming Lan couldn’t help but lose her temper.

To know, the taste of drinking dozens of mugs of coffee in a closed compartment was highly unbearable.

"Mother, should we keep waiting?" Beiming Huang also started feeling restless. After hours, there was no response, no message from the other party, making Beiming Huang start to suspect that they might be deliberately stood up.

"You little brat, it’s only been a while, and you can’t hold your temper?" Beiming Yu put down her coffee cup, glared angrily at the two of them. Then she pulled Beiming Lan to her side, gently poking her forehead with a finger.

She said with a tone of disappointment: "Look at you, when we came, I told you to wear your clothes down a bit, but you wouldn’t listen. See, you already have a flat chest; if you don’t show it off a little bit, why would anyone even look at you? If I were the one invited, if I were he, I wouldn’t want to come up to see you either. You’re so lacking in femininity."

"Damn! Beiming Yu, am I even your biological child anymore?"

Upon hearing this, Beiming Lan’s pretty face turned exceedingly pale. How could a mother speak of her child like this? However, Beiming Lan was used to it since her mom was indeed a quirky one...

"Humph, did I ever say you’re my biological one? I’ve already told you before, you were merely something I picked up." Beiming Yu pursed her lips, and with one hand, hefted her ample chest upward. This small action fell into Beiming Lan’s eyes and was extremely infuriating.

Looking down at her own small flat chest, which was no bigger than half her mother’s, she felt even more self-conscious.

"So what if your chest is bigger than mine? Not every guy likes women with big chests."

"But in fact, most men don’t like a chest that’s so small it’s shameful, right?" Beiming Yu sipped her coffee, coldly smirking.

With a teasing tone, she pointed out: "Look at you now, where is the Beiming Family’s dignity? Compare yourself to your sister. Look, she exudes femininity—ample chest, round bottom. Her little bum is so round I want to reach out and grab it."

"Beiming Yu!!! Did you drag me here just to mock me?"

Comparing herself to her sister’s figure, Beiming Lan indeed fell short.

"Hey hey hey, Beiming Lan, make sure you know the difference. I never called you over; I merely mentioned inviting Lin Zifeng for tea and a chat, and you insisted on tagging along. I suggested dressing up, but you wouldn’t listen. Now that I’ve hit your weak spot, are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"You... does a mother have to disparage her own daughter like this?" Beiming Lan, flushed with anger, clenched her teeth.

"Humph, I was just giving you a verbal lesson..."

Beiming Yu shrugged it off.

This manner of speech which caught Beiming Huang off guard.

"Mother, let’s drop it. Lanlan is still young."

"Hey, Huang, haven’t I told you when we’re out call me sister? Don’t use ’mother’—it’s so aged, so outdated!"

Beiming Yu chuckled, casting a glance at the seething Beiming Lan, then she shifted her gaze elsewhere, the satisfaction of teasing her proud daughter was oddly comforting...

"You..." Beiming Lan was speechless with rage, her chest heaved wildly, stuck in a quagmire unable to utter half a word.

However, just then, Lin Zifeng’s coughing sound emerged from the compartment.

He wasn’t supposed to enter now, but as the discussion inside had shifted to ’chest’ issues, he thought it prudent to enter before other bodily parts became conversation topics.

"Who’s there!" Beiming Yu suddenly narrowed her eyes sharply, intensely focusing on the compartment’s exterior.

"Hehe, it’s me!" Lin Zifeng quickly responded.

Damn, if you weren’t discussing chest matters, I would have come in earlier. Big boobs make no difference to me—they’re no use, really.