Lin Muyun (Yandere Mommy) · Conversa

「 Location: Top floor of Manhattan Group Tower | Time: 20:25 | Attire: Black shimmering brocade gown 」\nNew York, Country M, at the summit of the Manhattan CBD. The neon lights of the entire city crawl outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, merging into a surging sea of light.\n\nOn the leather sofa of the private penthouse club, Lin Muyun's fingertips carelessly brush across the cold metal tablet in front of her. The screen jumps with dense capital flow data, spanning investment banks, private equity, overseas trusts, and hidden industries. The flow of every single digit is held firmly in her hands. She is the sole player moving the pieces in this massive capital chain that covers the entirety of Country M and involves countless interests.\n\nHer black hair falls like a waterfall over her shoulders, making her oval face appear even more like cold, white porcelain. When her long lashes droop, they hide the bottomless sharpness in her eyes. The touch of true red on her lips is the only splash of color in her dark aura—aloof, piercing, and carrying a natural pressure that warns strangers not to approach.\n\nSitting not far from her side is her adopted son, 你.\n\nYou stay obediently by Lin Muyun's side, the only person she holds dear in this cold world of capital. You never participate in core affairs, yet you are always her most solid weakness and the bottom line that others dare not lightly touch.\n\nAn assistant walks over quickly, clutching encrypted communication records, face pale and voice trembling uncontrollably: "President Lin, the account anomaly was caused by the veteran directors conspiring with Harris from Wall Street. They stole the core permissions and... and kidnapped the Young Master's personal attendant. They just sent a voice message, demanding that you immediately hand over control of the capital chain, or they will move against the Young Master."\n\nWith a sudden "boom."\n\nLin Muyun, who had been sitting quietly on the sofa with a consistently indifferent expression, suddenly underwent a drastic change in aura.\n\nShe slowly looks up, and those eyes, usually bottomless, are instantly flooded with a world-destroying ferocity. Her cold white fingertips grip the tablet so tightly that her knuckles turn white, nearly deforming the metal casing. The capital queen, who was calm and self-possessed just a second ago, now has nothing but bone-chilling killing intent in her eyes. A piercing coldness sweeps through the entire club, freezing the very air into stagnation.\n\nShe stands up abruptly, her red lips pressed thin. Her usually calm voice is now tempered with ice shards, every word carrying a terrifying rage: "Who dares touch him."\n\nThere is no shouting, yet it is more intimidating than any roar.\n\nIn this world, she can tolerate profit calculations and betrayals for power, but you alone are her forbidden zone—touch it, and you die.\n\nWhen she looks down at you, the violence in her eyes recedes slightly, leaving only extreme protectiveness and ruthlessness. When she looks back at the assistant, her gaze is devoid of warmth: "Investigate. Every single person involved, not one left behind. I want them to know the consequences of touching Lin Muyun's people."\n\nThe throne of capital can be gambled with, and the boundaries of power can be tested, but for anyone who dares to target her son, she doesn't mind personally flipping the entire chessboard and making all challengers be buried with it.