Many children, many blessings; the story begins with revenge against the beautiful boss.

Qian Shaocong had a dream.

In his dream, he seemed to have been thrown into a maze.

Meanwhile, his fiancée, Song Yuting, seems to be imprisoned in the deepest part of the maze by the great demon king, Cao Kun.

Just like the princess locked in the tower, waiting for her hero to rescue her.

He leaned against the wall and slowly and laboriously stood up.

The air inside the maze was very stuffy.

It made his stomach churn violently.

Song Yuting seems to be suffering from some kind of indescribable torment.

Faintly, her painful and suppressed cries for help could be heard coming intermittently from the depths of the maze, sometimes high-pitched, sometimes sobbing.

The voice pierced his heart like a sharp thorn, making him extremely anxious.

He dashed around in the maze, bumping into things like a headless fly.

I don't know why, but subconsciously I always felt that I had to find the exit of the maze, otherwise I would be doomed.

"Honey... I can't take it anymore..."

Song Yuting's cries for help grew louder and louder, her heart-wrenching screams sending chills down his spine.

He struggled through the maze, running until his lungs felt like they were going to explode.

Finally, exhausted, he reached the end of the maze.

There was no gate at the end.

There was only one thick wall there.

A voice echoed in his mind, telling him:

Push aside this wall, and you will reach your destination.

He hesitated for a moment, then used all his strength.

In the blink of an eye.

The wall was knocked down.

The dazzling sunlight shimmered.

The labyrinth was instantly engulfed by a blinding light.

……

When Qian Shaocong woke up again, it was already afternoon.

He suddenly sat up from the sofa, looked around, and found that Cao Kun and Song Yuting had already disappeared.

"Where are they? Where did they go?" Qian Shao Cong grabbed a passing servant and asked urgently.

The servant was startled and stammered in reply:

"Young Master, Mr. Cao and Miss Song left the Qian Family Manor together a few hours ago."

The servant paused, then added with a strange look in his eyes:

"Furthermore, Miss Song appears to be injured; she's walking with a limp."

Mr. Cao helped her leave the entire time.

"What?!"

Qian Shao Cong felt a sudden darkness before his eyes and angrily slumped back onto the sofa.

Recalling everything that had just happened, especially that absurd dream, he finally realized what was going on.

It turns out that Cao Kun and Song Yuting had been having an affair all along!

This adulterous couple actually put on an act right in front of him, pretending nothing was wrong.

Even today, they still conspire to make Song Yuting cooperate in humiliating him!

Qian Shao Cong touched his forehead.

I felt that the place was not only lush and green, but could even be transformed into a vast grassland like the Hulunbuir Grassland, even greener and brighter than the verdant mountains outside the manor.

"Those two scoundrels! They've gone too far!" Qian Shao Cong gritted his teeth in hatred, his fingernails digging deep into his palms.

At this moment, the servant carefully handed over an envelope:

"Young Master, this is the letter Mr. Cao left for you before he left."

Qian Shaocong snatched the envelope and roughly tore it open.

The letter contained only a few words, written in a bold and unrestrained hand:

"Brother Qian, I am very satisfied with your sincerity."

In return, I value my word and will keep my promise from today onwards, letting you off the hook.

Seeing these extremely humiliating words, Qian Shaocong should have been furious, but the next second, he became strangely happy.

As long as Cao Kun stops and stops relentlessly pursuing him in the market, he still has hope of making a comeback!

Even if it was obtained by trading his fiancée, so what?

Those who achieve great things do not concern themselves with trifles!

He quickly grabbed the phone on the table, dialed the trading team's number, and roared:

"Hey! Stop playing dead! Show me the market! Close your positions now! No matter the amount, close them immediately!"

On the other end of the phone, the previously lifeless trading team instantly erupted into chaos.

A moment later, the main trader's excited voice came through:

"Boss! Amazing! Cao Kun's big order is starting to loosen, and we have a way to get rid of our short positions! But..."

"But what? Speak up!"

"Although it can run, the price is very high... We're probably going to lose a lot of money this time."

Qian Shao Cong took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and asked, "Just tell me, exactly how much money is it!"

His subordinate typed rapidly on the keyboard and announced a number: "Approximately... 150 billion."

"call……"

Upon hearing this number, Qian Shao Cong let out a long sigh of relief and slumped onto the sofa.

150 million.

Although it's an astronomical figure, thankfully it's still within the family's acceptable loss range.

As long as it doesn't exceed that fatal threshold, it's fine.

Although he had lost a huge sum of money and suffered a severe blow, he could still retain his position as the heir of the Qian family in Jiangnan.

As long as I'm still in this position, I still have hope of turning things around!

Thinking of this, the hatred he felt for Cao Kun faded considerably, and instead, a strange sense of gratitude arose within him.

Although Cao Kun humiliated him from head to toe, and even slept with his woman.

But after all, they kept their word and actually spared his life.

The image of Cao Kun, with his imposing and domineering presence, came to mind.

Qian Shao Cong inexplicably felt that perhaps only such a strong man was worthy of a proud woman like Song Yu Ting.

Giving my fiancée to him doesn't seem so hard to accept anymore?

He even sensed a faint hint of... anticipation within his wildly beating heart.

"Snapped!"

Qian Shao Cong slapped himself hard and shook his head vigorously, trying to banish this disgusting and strange thought from his mind.

Not long after, his subordinate called again.

With Cao Kun's tacit cooperation, the two sides engaged in a frenzy of counterparty trading.

With the last short position being forcibly closed, Qian Shaocong finally managed to cut his losses and leave the market, completely ending this nightmarish trading experience.

Only then did Qian Shao Cong finally feel completely relieved.

Although this time we lost more than 150 billion yuan, it was indeed a huge loss.

But as long as the green hills remain, there's no worry about running out of firewood.

As long as he remains the young master of the Qian family, he will definitely be able to make up for the losses in the future.

"As long as I'm still in this position..."

Qian Shao Cong muttered to himself, just about to ask someone to bring him some wine to calm his nerves.

Just then, the old butler stumbled in, his face pale, and cried out anxiously, "Something terrible has happened! Young master! Something horrible has occurred!"

Qian Shao Cong frowned: "What's the panic? The sky isn't going to fall!"

The steward's voice trembled: "Several clan elders have arrived... with members of the clan's disciplinary hall! They've already stormed into the courtyard!"

"What?!"

Qian Shao Cong's face turned deathly pale instantly, and his mind went blank.

The Hall of Punishment? That's a place specifically for dealing with the offspring of families. Once you go in, you'll be lucky to escape with your life.

"What's going on? I only lost 150 billion! Didn't Third Grandfather promise me? What right do they have to use the Disciplinary Hall?"