The Regrets of Lin Mochen, the Film Emperor

Manager Li, however, turned a deaf ear, his eyes filled only with fear of Liu Yiyi. “I’m sorry, Lawyer Wang, but I must protect our hotel’s VIP guest. Please leave immediately!”

With the assistance of the hotel security, Lawyer Wang was quickly “escorted” out of the hotel doors.

Standing in the biting wind, he stared in disbelief at the closed glass doors, completely stunned.

Fearing their lawsuit against Liu Yiyi might fail, or worse, be twisted back against them, he hastily dialed Madam Liu’s phone.

“Madam, something’s wrong! There’s a big problem!” His voice was thick with panic. “Liu Yiyi… she didn’t use the Liu family’s money at all!”

“We might not be able to sue her!”

Meanwhile, inside the Liu family mansion, Madam Liu’s expression shifted instantly from smug satisfaction to shock, then to a deathly pallor.

She gripped her phone tightly, her knuckles whitening with the force.

“What did you say?!” she shrieked. “That little wretch claims she never used our money? How is that possible?”

Liu Xinyi anxiously stomped her foot nearby. “Mother, could she be bluffing?”

Madam Liu took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down.

Narrowing her eyes, her voice turned icy. “Investigate her thoroughly! I want every detail on that little wretch! I’m going to find out exactly what tricks she’s hiding!”

She slammed the phone down on the sofa.

Pacing back and forth, her face shadowed by uncertainty, Madam Liu finally received the private investigator’s report the next day after lavishly footing the bill.

The report confirmed that Liu Yiyi had no additional income sources, no companies under her name, no hidden assets, not even a part-time job.

Madam Liu furiously threw the report onto the table, trembling with rage.

She roared, “Lawyer Wang, you’ve been deceived by that little wretch! How could she possibly have other money? Since her father’s death, she’s been preparing to inherit the Liu family company. There’s no way she’d invest or run a business on her own!”

Liu Xinyi had been right—Liu Yiyi was clearly bluffing!

This realization brought Madam Liu a rush of satisfaction.

Indeed, that little wretch was just putting on a show.

Madam Liu sank slowly back into her luxurious leather chair, basking in the admiring gazes of those around her.

Now that Liu Yiyi was no longer a member of the Liu family, her inheritance rights were naturally nullified.

Everything belonging to Liu Corporation was hers, and she sat at the pinnacle as its president.

That genuine heiress from the countryside, naïve and easily won over by small favors, fancy cars, and lavish homes, was far easier to manipulate than Liu Yiyi had ever been.

Recalling the struggles of these past years, Madam Liu felt a wave of triumph—ultimately, she had prevailed.

Standing gracefully, she commanded, “Lawyer Wang, prepare the documents. I want to confront that insolent little wretch myself.”

“I want to see just how long she can keep up her defiance.”

Liu Yiyi, stripped of everything, dared to challenge her?

Madam Liu intended to crush Liu Yiyi utterly beneath her heel, never to rise again.

Lawyer Wang stood in the elevator, sweat quietly soaking the back of his shirt.

He glanced at Madam Liu and Liu Xinyi, their expressions fierce, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he hesitated to speak.

He worried—would Manager Li even allow them to storm into the hotel to find Liu Yiyi?

Trailing behind, his eyes flickered nervously.

Looking at their imposing figures, he opened his mouth, then swallowed the words.

“Forget it.”

“Otherwise, Madam will just scold me for being incompetent again.”

••••••

Liu Yiyi stared intently at the screen, her fingers flying over the keyboard.

“Confirmed!”

“Transaction successful!”

She exhaled deeply and leaned back in her soft chair.

The second batch of 500,000 yuan investment was complete; everything was proceeding according to plan.

Opening the app again, she checked XG-Tech’s stock price trend, which had risen slightly once more.

“Good, no major issues.”

At this rate, in three more days, her investment would be complete, and she could sit back and wait for the stock to skyrocket a hundredfold.

By then, she would have three hundred million yuan!

She daydreamed briefly about how she would reward herself with that fortune—first, a grand shopping spree at the mall!

Then maybe buy a car? Or a house?

Speaking of houses, she suddenly remembered she needed to pack and move to another hotel.

Her gaze swept over the luxurious suite, recalling yesterday’s scene when Manager Li had barged in with his men, and she snorted coldly.

“Hmph, how presumptuous.”

“I don’t want to stay in a place like this any longer.”

A hotel that couldn’t even maintain basic five-star standards, where she had to worry about privacy and security—how could she possibly continue living there?

Liu Yiyi opened her phone and quickly browsed information on other five-star hotels.

The St. Regis hotel caught her eye: 24-hour butler service, Michelin three-star chef, top-tier spa...

Her eyes lit up. “This looks good. I’ll book the presidential suite here.”

Just as she finished booking, a call came in.

The hotel manager’s respectful voice rang through: “Miss Liu, we have arranged a car to pick you up. Your suite is ready, and your butler is on standby.”

Now, this was the service a true five-star hotel should offer!

Just as Liu Yiyi was about to hang up, a new message popped up.

“Famous film emperor Lin Mochen’s father passes away; Lin expresses deep regret, calling it his greatest sorrow: ‘I didn’t have the money to provide timely treatment.’”

Liu Yiyi froze.

She had intended to skim past it quickly but was drawn in by the strikingly handsome face in the accompanying photo.

She stared at the handsome face in the news image, instinctively zooming in.

The features were sharply defined, the gaze profound.

Even in grief, his unruly charm was captivating.

“He’s so handsome...” she murmured, eyes lingering on those deep eyes.

She quickly read through the news details.

“Famous film emperor Lin Mochen posted today on his father’s anniversary: ‘Three months ago, I was still an obscure young actor. My father was gravely ill and needed surgery fees, but I couldn’t afford it. If I had the money then, perhaps he wouldn’t have passed...’”

Her finger hovered over the screen, reluctant to swipe away.

“Based on the posting date, his father must have passed away just recently.”

“Ah, it’s a pity the article doesn’t mention which hospital.”

Liu Yiyi sighed and put away her phone—there was no way for her to help now.

She was about to drag her luggage away when her phone rang suddenly.

She glanced at the screen; it was an unknown number.

“Hello?” she answered, puzzled. “Who is this?”

“Miss Liu? This is the reporter Zhang Ming you arranged to meet yesterday.” A cheerful male voice came through. “I’m downstairs at the hotel. Are you available for the interview?”

Only then did Liu Yiyi remember that in her frustration yesterday, she had randomly picked a media contact to expose that five-star hotel.

“Of course, I’m available.” She said, “Let’s meet in the hotel lobby.”

After hanging up, Liu Yiyi pulled her luggage and walked out.

That Manager Li surely wouldn’t think this matter was over, right?

After all, she had been bitten by that mad dog Lawyer Wang for no reason yesterday—she had to get revenge somehow.

The elevator doors opened, and Liu Yiyi stepped into the magnificent lobby.

Her eyes scanned the area and quickly settled on a young man facing the camera.

“Reporter Zhang?” she smiled as she approached.

At that moment, a luxurious car slowly arrived outside the hotel.