Park Gukchang knew his earlier actions had been reckless, so he quickly lowered his posture. Even though Luo Yao had mercilessly rejected him, he still refused to give up.
For a young master of Park Gukchang’s status, this was already astonishing. When had he ever been so humble before?
All because, up close, he realized this girl was even more beautiful than she had appeared from a distance.
Her figure, face, and demeanor were flawless, with nothing to criticize.
And most importantly, the woman before him didn’t seem to have undergone any cosmetic surgery.
Even for someone as experienced with women as him, he was completely smitten in that moment.
Luo Yao’s eyes held no warmth or emotion—only an icy, bone-chilling coldness.
Before Park Gukchang could finish speaking, Luo Yao moved with lightning speed, delivering a vicious kick that sent him flying three meters back.
Liu Meng sighed to herself, thinking inwardly:
"Is living not good enough for you?""Gah—!"
Park Gukchang crashed heavily onto the ground, clutching his stomach as his face instantly turned deathly pale.
It felt like fire was burning inside him, his organs nearly shattered by the force of the kick. The excruciating pain left him gasping for breath.
After a long moment, he struggled to his feet, his eyes filled with fury as he glared at Luo Yao and Liu Meng.
"You… I’ll make sure you both—"
He spoke through gritted teeth, his expression like that of an enraged lion ready to tear the two of them apart.
But halfway through his threat, he suddenly remembered—this was China, not South Korea, where he could do as he pleased.
Here, reckless actions could land him in serious trouble.
Suppressing his rage, he changed his tone:
"I kindly invited you to dine together, and you resorted to violence? You think you’re so high and mighty—do you even know who I am? If you did, you’d regret what you just did. Do you really believe I’m not worthy of knowing you?"
"Of course you’re not." Before Luo Yao could respond, Liu Meng cut in, her eyes brimming with disdain.
"What kind of pathetic loser are you? You think you’re fit to approach our President Luo?"
Her words were cutting. She wouldn’t let this arrogant fool insult President Luo.
Park Gukchang didn’t understand the slang term "loser," but he caught the first part. "I’m not worthy?"
He scoffed, rubbing his ear as if he’d just heard the funniest joke in the world.
He was the young master of Samsung Group—a corporate behemoth in South Korea, a trillion-dollar conglomerate.
How could he accept being told he wasn’t good enough by some Chinese woman? It was a massive blow to his pride.
By now, the onlookers had started murmuring.
Liu Meng added, "In China, the only friends you’re fit to make are dogs."
Her voice rang clear and sharp, cutting through the crowd.
"Damn, this Korean’s hilarious. Even with a supercar, he can’t pick up girls. Suddenly, I feel much better about myself," one young man laughed, nudging his friend with a look of schadenfreude.
"Hahaha, spending billions just to get rejected?" Another joined in, and soon the crowd burst into laughter.
"Are you blind? Don’t you know who that woman is?"
"Holy shit, Luo Luo Luo... I gotta go, I’m scared of a lawsuit..."
Someone seemed to have realized Luo Yao’s identity, their face paling as they quickly turned to leave, afraid of being dragged into the mess.
Listening to the murmurs around him, Park Gukchang finally snapped.
Though he couldn’t fully understand what these people were saying, their mocking voices felt like sharp needles, piercing and unbearable, stabbing straight into his heart.
His face burned as if he’d been slapped hard, the humiliation searing.
"Fine, fine! Never has a woman dared to humiliate me to my face. Since you refuse the easy way, I’ll have to force it. Let me make this clear—women like you in South Korea are nothing but playthings to me..."
A vicious glint flashed in Park Gukchang’s eyes as he completely lost control, reaching out to grab Luo Yao with a rough, savage motion.
Liu Meng closed her eyes, unwilling to witness the brutality.
Luo Yao suddenly lashed out with another kick—this one even stronger and faster than before.
Park Gukchang flew through the air like a ragdoll, his body arcing in a humiliating trajectory. Mid-flight, Luo Yao seized his hair with lightning speed, yanking him down into a brutal aerial shoulder throw.
He crashed hard onto the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust. The impact was so severe that not only did he hit the pavement, but a chunk of his hair was torn out, instantly transforming his once-stylish look into a patchy mess.
"Ah—!"
Park Gukchang let out a howl of pain. This time, he was completely incapacitated, lying on the ground questioning his life choices.
Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined being beaten so badly by a woman. To him, this was the ultimate disgrace.
Luo Yao stared down at him coldly, her eyes devoid of pity, as if he were nothing more than an insignificant insect.
She flicked away the clump of hair in her hand, the gesture dripping with disdain.
Liu Meng thoughtfully handed her a disinfectant wipe. She knew Luo Yao had a deep aversion to men—even though she’d just thrown this one to the ground, touching his hair required sanitizing.
As Luo Yao’s personal assistant, Liu Meng was attuned to her habits and next moves.
Wiping her hands, Luo Yao said softly, "If you don’t leave now, you won’t get another chance."
Her voice was quiet but icy, carrying an authority that brooked no argument.
Had this happened inside Luo Corporation, Park Gukchang would already be a corpse. But they were on a public street.
Even Luo Yao wouldn’t kill in broad daylight.
Not because she didn’t dare—but because blood might splatter on her, and that would ruin her appearance.
She refused to meet Lin Ran looking anything less than flawless.
So after every altercation, she always cleaned up before seeing him. That was Luo Yao—a woman as beautiful as she was dangerous.
Just then, Park Gukchang’s assistant finally snapped out of his daze, his face ghostly pale, hands trembling slightly.
He hastily set down the camera—originally meant to document Park Gukchang’s "conquests"—now evidence of his brutal beating.
Ignoring it, he rushed to Park Gukchang’s side, calling out in panic.
"Boss, are you okay? Are you alright? Are you hurt?"