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Chapter 383. Jun Yunqi and the Prophet (Two-in-One)

Meanwhile, in the president's office of the Rose Group.

Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, the skyline gradually lights up with neon lights in the twilight.

Luxurious chandeliers hung from the dome, their crystals refracting a cold yet dazzling light, casting a solitary shadow on the gleaming obsidian floor.

The shadow belongs to the girl behind the desk.

She was wearing a silver-white mink coat with a glittering rose-shaped jeweled brooch at the collar, and underneath was a black silk shirt with rose-shaped buttons on the cuffs.

Jun Yunqi leaned back slightly in his custom-made leather office chair, his eyes half-closed, listening to the report coming from the giant projection screen floating in front of him.

The screen was divided into dozens of images, each window corresponding to a subsidiary of the Rose Group.

Speaking at this moment is Elson, the head of Rose Games—the man on the screen, wearing his signature patchwork silk top hat, is bowing his head and reading the data at a steady pace:
"Rose Games recently generated 51 billion yuan in revenue, a 78.7% increase compared to the previous period. The peak number of concurrent online users across all platforms has exceeded 500 million, with daily revenue remaining in the range of 45.2 billion yuan. The game 'Dark Land' contributed 89% of the revenue, and user retention rate has improved year-on-year..."

The financial figures came flooding in, outlining the outline of a vast business empire.

Jun Yunqi tapped his fingertips lightly on the armrest, his rhythm steady, as if he were silently checking something.

Inside the office, only Elson's voice and a faint murmur from the city's underbelly, isolated by thick glass, could be heard.

suddenly--

"Om..."

The phone on the table began to vibrate violently. It slammed against the table, making a dull, persistent ringing sound.

Jun Yunqi lifted his eyelids and glanced at the phone screen.

She assumed it was some inconsiderate subordinate bothering her during a non-urgent time, and her fingertip was already swiping towards the red reject icon.

But the movement froze in the next instant.

The caller ID displayed on the screen contained only four characters:

[Emergency Situation]

Time seemed to stretch out suddenly.

The light from the crystal chandelier turned into a shimmering patch of light in her eyes, and the steady voice of Elson reporting in her ears receded like a tide, replaced by a sharp buzzing sound from the depths of her memory.

This note... is an agreement between her and that person.

Many years ago, before everything changed, they made a joking pact: if one day either of them faced a truly life-or-death situation and had nowhere else to turn, they would make this kind of call to each other. The contact name could only contain these four characters; not a single extra symbol was allowed.

"That way there won't be any mistakes."

The voice in my memory is clear, cool, and steady.

"After all, no matter who we are, there are too many dangers surrounding us."

Later, the world continued to change. Suspicion, disagreements, and clashes of ideas led to the quiet growth of unspoken wounds... The rifts spread silently like cracks in ice, eventually freezing the once fiery friendship completely.

That promise, after a heated argument, was erased from her memory by her own hand and thrown back to the other person as a remnant of a childish past.

And then... before the misunderstandings could be cleared up and the barriers dissolved, the great wheel of fate had already rolled over them—

That person died.

The moment the news of his death arrived, Jun Yunqi was standing on the rooftop terrace of the Rose Group, with a dazzling neon light shining down below.

Such a long and unforgettable friendship ended so abruptly. She thought she would lose control and break down, but she didn't.

Like a truly seasoned corporate executive, she calmly dialed the number of Rose Intelligence's head:

"This is the president's office. Immediately check the current situation of the mental hospital incident."

When she arrived at the scene with her armed group that day, she saw Christine fighting alone in the mental hospital.

The earth trembled, and sand and stones flew everywhere. The little-known fool girl was quite formidable; although she didn't find the remains, she did obtain the man's tattered clothes and bits of flesh.

She was already exhausted and unable to escape unscathed, but Jun Yunqi only glanced at her lightly, then slowly raised his hand while sitting in the luxury car.

"boom------!"

The heavy weapons of the Rose Group roared in unison, their intense firepower tearing a path to her survival.

The Fool girl in the ambulance was clutching a black box tightly in her arms, huddled on the edge of the seat.

The once-shining ruby ​​crown now sat dimly on her disheveled hair, the cracks in the gemstones stained with blood.

Her face was streaked with dried and fresh blood. One eye was completely closed, and the other could only be opened slightly. Blood was constantly seeping from her eyes, ears, mouth, and nose, and her life was rapidly slipping away with her body temperature.

"pat..."

Jun Yunqi pushed open the car door, her expensive custom-made leather shoes stepping onto the ground mixed with rubble and bloodstains. Her pure white fur-trimmed long coat was spotless. The diamond and gold jewelry around her neck and wrists reflected a sharp glint in the dim light. Every strand of her hair maintained the most exquisite curve.

Jun Yunqi strolled to the ambulance, then ostentatiously pulled a gleaming silver pistol from the inside pocket of his coat.

She raised her hand, the muzzle of the gun firmly pressed against the Fool Girl's bloodstained forehead.

Give me the box.

Jun Yunqi's voice was steady and clear, each word imbued with the ruthlessness unique to the successor of a business empire, devoid of any threatening fluctuations, only the coldness of stating facts.

“I will take you to the best medical center. Otherwise—”

The corners of her lips curved upwards very slightly, a smile devoid of warmth, only filled with a condescending arrogance built upon money and power.

"I'll die here."

"And this box..."

Her gaze fell on the box that the other person was clutching tightly in his arms.

"It will still fall into my hands."

The crowned Fool seemed to finally recognize the face before him through his hazy, blood-red vision.

She paused for a moment, her dry, bloodied lips trembling slightly. There was no pleading, no anger, only a profound weariness.

With extreme difficulty and the last bit of strength, she pushed forward the dark box she was clutching tightly in her arms.

Her arms trembled violently from exhaustion and pain, and the surface of the box was stained with her blood, wet and warm.

"……I know."

Her voice was low and broken, almost lost in the wind, yet it possessed a strange penetrating power.

"...You used to be her best friend."

Please give her a proper burial.

The blood-stained hand hung limply at its sides.

The pitch-black box fell into Jun Yunqi's palm, which was clad in snow-white velvet gloves.

She took the box; it was icy cold to the touch, and the bloodstains on its edges were slowly seeping into the delicate velvet fibers.

The wind swept across the open field, lifting her white fur collar and brushing against her delicate face.

A few seconds later, Jun Yunqi slowly withdrew his gun.

"take away."

She turned around and gave the order in a detached voice:
"Don't let her die on the road."

After saying that, she didn't look back again, gripped the cold box in her hand tightly, and walked towards her car.

Time passed swiftly, and several years went by. Over the long years, the misunderstandings were gradually revealed, and the schemes she had laid out in her lifetime quietly began to unfold in the world.

Jun Yunqi often caught glimpses of the traces of that person's plans amidst the ever-changing world, carrying a sense of familiarity like a long-awaited reunion.

Occasionally, she would recall those unforgettable eyes—wise, aloof, and serene.

Even at the height of their friendship, she never truly saw through what lay hidden deep within those eyes.

The memory ends at a sunset a few years ago.

The documents delivered by Rose Transportation lay quietly on the desk.

"President, the person you've been looking for has appeared... His name is Jiang Jianxin, and he just transferred to the Third High School."

The orange glow of the setting sun bathed the girl's youthful, vibrant eyes on the file page. Those usually calm eyes shone with a lively energy in the photo.

Seeing the president's eyes flicker slightly, the reporter suddenly added:
"Oh, high school is compulsory education in the general society, mainly studying basic subjects such as mathematics, Chinese, and English. It is part of the welfare policy of the Great Rong Republic to guarantee the cultural level of its citizens."

The Crown Princess, who had held sole power in the Rose Group for many years, stared at the photograph for a long time before speaking softly:
"Notify Rose Transportation to open a green channel for cross-society vetting for her. The Intelligence Department should block her file and cut off all external access."

Her gaze remained fixed, her voice steady as ever:

"Furthermore, funds were allocated from the General Office to the Finance Department to expedite the process of clearing her name."

After that day, she remembered that strange yet familiar face, but never went to see her again.

On the one hand, she also had group affairs to handle, and on the other hand, Rose's intelligence told her that the person had lost his memory.

Her life took a fresh turn after she turned eighteen, but she was no longer a part of that new life.

From then on, the name Jun Yunqi might only occasionally appear in the background, fleetingly brushing against the edge of her new life—a portrait of a powerful figure in financial news, a distant and vague conglomerate code name in casual conversation, or a signature that needs to be looked up to at the end of a document.

No longer friends, or even acquaintances.

Later, I heard that Christine met that new version of herself again and their paths crossed.

When Jun Yunqi learned of this, he simply picked up his cup, sipped the black tea in his bowl, and smiled faintly.

The smile didn't reach his eyes before it dissipated in the rising steam from the rim of the cup.

She once had the only friendship in her life that was free from self-interest and social standing, as pure as the last intact snowflake before a blizzard.

Now, the snowflakes have long since melted, and only she remembers their translucent shape.

The person who once watched the snow fall with her has entered another season that has nothing to do with her.

Regret is heavy, weighing heavily on the heart.

But what lingers longer and is more impossible to untangle than regret is an indescribable sense of melancholy, like an echo that never fades in a silent corridor.

At that moment, this sense of loss reached its peak upon seeing the record of that special call, only to be completely swallowed and replaced by a rapidly rising, heart-wrenching anxiety.

"Crack-!"

Jun Yunqi suddenly stood up without warning, the leather seat scraping against the smooth marble floor with a short, sharp sound.

Elson, who was giving a report on the screen, suddenly froze:
"Uh, President? Was there something wrong with my report just now?"

Jun Yunqi ignored her and directly commanded the woman in the upper right corner of the screen whose name was "Rose Intelligence Chief":

"Du Lan, come to my office right now. I need your help to locate a location."

She thought for a moment, then gave the following instructions:

"Also, immediately contact Xie Yan, the head of the Fool Society, and at the same time notify the head of Rose Medical to send an ambulance to the address that Rose Intelligence will send later."

She thought about it for a moment. No matter what the danger, she would most likely get injured. The medical care in the world of talent was not under the control of the Rose Group, and she did not trust the local Black Pupil Pharmaceuticals or the Song family.

The Rose Group has its own medical facility called "Rose Medical" in the Wizarding World, so Jun Yunqi plans to transport Jiang Jianxin to their hospital in the Wizarding World.

However, all of this must be discussed with the Fools' Society.

Although he hadn't seen her for a long time, Jun Yunqi had read every piece of information about her, so he naturally knew which faction she was currently in.

She tapped the table, and finally urged:

"Act immediately, without delay."