Just after hanging up the financial broker’s call, the phone screen lit up again.
Still that disgusting contact name: [Beloved Husband].
This time, Lin Chu did not let it ring on. She took a deep breath, steadied her emotions, and pressed answer.
Since she was going to liquidate her shares, she absolutely could not let Gu Yan become suspicious now. If he found out she was selling the company, he would definitely use his influence to freeze her assets—and that would be troublesome.
“Hello, husband.”
Lin Chu’s voice sounded weak, even carrying a hint of sleepy laziness.
On the other end, Gu Yan’s voice was anxious, but more importantly, falsely affectionate.
“Chu Chu! Why did you just pick up? You scared me—I thought something happened to you!”
“I’m fine…” Lin Chu forcefully suppressed the churning nausea in her stomach, digging her nails into her palm to keep her voice steady. “I stayed up late watching dramas last night, my head hurts a bit, I was just catching up on sleep.”
“Oh, that scared me. It’s good that you’re okay.”
Gu Yan sighed in relief, then immediately revealed his true purpose.
“Right, Chu Chu, about the share transfer agreement I told you before—the lawyer has already drafted it. Can you come to the company today to sign it? After all, our wedding anniversary is in a few days. I want to help you ease the company’s burden as soon as possible, so you can just be a wealthy wife in peace.”
Listen to that—how righteous it sounded.
In her previous life, she had been completely moved by this so-called “I care about you” act and foolishly handed over the empire her parents built.
A mocking cold smile curled on Lin Chu’s lips, but her voice remained soft and obedient.
“Husband, you know I’m a procrastinator. And my head really hurts today—I can’t get out of bed… Anyway, the company will eventually be ours to manage together, there’s no rush for one or two days.”
Gu Yan clearly grew anxious.
“But—”
“Oh, do you not love me anymore? Are you forcing a sick person to go to the company?” Lin Chu immediately switched to a coquettish tone. “Let’s wait a couple of days, okay? On our anniversary, I’ll give you a ‘big surprise’, alright?”
Hearing the words “big surprise,” Gu Yan clearly misunderstood. He assumed Lin Chu meant a grand signing ceremony.
His tone immediately softened.
“Alright, alright, I’ll listen to you. Then rest well, drink more hot water. I won’t bother you these next few days—you be good at home.”
“Mm, husband, you’re the best.”
Beep.
The moment the call ended, the tenderness on Lin Chu’s face vanished instantly, replaced by a layer of icy frost.
“Surprise? Heh.”
“Gu Yan, the surprise I’m giving you… you won’t be able to handle it in this lifetime.”
After stabilizing Gu Yan, Lin Chu immediately launched her “Apocalypse Crazy Loot Plan.”
She rushed through the walk-in closet like a whirlwind, sweeping out everything valuable.
Ten minutes later, several second-hand luxury buyers arrived.
“Hermès Himalaya, Chanel limited editions, plus these Patek Philippe and Richard Mille watches…” The buyers’ eyes nearly popped out as they looked at the pile of top luxury goods. “Miss Lin… all of these… you’re selling everything?”
“All of it.”
Lin Chu sat on the sofa, holding a glass of red wine, her tone absolute.
“One price, take the whole batch. I don’t check receipts, I don’t care about sentimental value. I only want cash transfer—immediately.”
“This… we don’t have that much liquidity right now.”
“30% off,” Lin Chu said coldly.
The buyers gasped.
Thirty percent off?! That was practically giving it away!
Resell it and they would make millions in profit!
“We’ll take it! We’ll sell everything we have to take it!”
Half an hour later, 50 million yuan was credited to her account.
Next were the luxury cars in the garage.
The limited-edition Lamborghini Veneno that Gu Yan coveted most, Ferrari LaFerrari, Rolls-Royce Cullinan…
When the car dealers arrived, their hands were trembling.
“Miss Lin, these cars… they’ve barely been driven five hundred kilometers. Are you really selling them?”
“Sell them! Take them away today and clear the space for me!”
Another 80 million yuan came in.
But it was still far from enough.
Lin Chu sat in the empty living room and opened her laptop.
Now came the real main event—maxing out loans!
In this highly developed credit system, as the heiress of the Lin Group, her credit score was top-tier, and her black card limits from various banks were terrifyingly high.
“Usually you beg me to borrow money. Now… I’ll satisfy you.”
She opened multiple banking apps and her fingers flew across the keyboard.
Digital loans, credit lines, bank apps—withdraw everything to the limit!
Premium credit cards, black cards—cash out everything!
Mortgage loans—borrow as much as possible!
She even contacted several small licensed lending companies.
In the past, the interest alone would have crushed her.
But now?
One after another, transaction notifications popped up on her screen.
[Your account ending 8888 has received: ¥5,000,000.00]
[Your account ending 8888 has received: ¥12,000,000.00]
Interest? Credit score? Blacklist?
To hell with it.
In 29 days, the world order would collapse completely. Banks would be submerged in floods, servers burned by extreme heat, and all data wiped clean.
At that time, survival would be the only truth.
Money? Just paper printed with patterns.
“If the apocalypse is coming, who still pays debts?”
Looking at the rapidly growing balance, a thrill of revenge surged through Lin Chu.
By evening, Manager Wang also brought good news.
Because she sold at 20% below market price, several mysterious buyers fought fiercely over the 45% stake. In the end, it was sold at lightning speed for 1.2 billion yuan in cash.
Although she lost several hundred million in valuation, Lin Chu didn’t care at all.
What mattered was—
the money was in her hands.
Looking at the string of numbers in her bank account:
Total assets: 2.13 billion yuan!
Lin Chu stood up and walked to the massive floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the bustling city below.
At this moment, what she held was not just money.
It was life in the apocalypse.
Bread, medicine, weapons, and survival fortresses that countless people would dream of.
“Gu Yan. Lin Wan.”
She raised her glass toward the night outside, her eyes sharp as blades.
“The game has begun.”
“And next… I’ll let you see what true ‘money power’ looks like.”
She downed the red wine in one gulp and dialed a number.
The city’s largest grain and oil wholesaler.
“Hello, I want to place an order.”
“Five hundred tons of rice, five hundred tons of flour—no need to care about brands. As long as it’s edible, I want it all.”