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Three o'clock in the morning.

Chen Hao was still slumped in his office chair, as if someone had removed his spine.

My phone suddenly vibrated.

It's a multimedia message.

The sender was an unknown number, but he had a gut feeling that this was definitely not spam.

Chen Hao tapped the page with trembling fingers.

It's a video.

The video is set against the backdrop of a high-tech laboratory, with silver-white metal walls, light blue holographic projections, and rows of brand-new servers running at high speed.

The camera slowly zooms in, finally settling on a cool and confident face.

Bai Qianqian.

She stood in front of a huge data screen, dressed in a sharp white business suit with her hair neatly tied up.

The dense stream of data on the screen was clearly Chen Hao's company's core project—the AI ​​algorithm model that he had spent a lot of money on preliminary research for, hoping to turn the company around.

But now, this data runs more smoothly, more efficiently, and with a more perfect architecture on the large screen behind Bai Qianqian.

Bai Qianqian faced the camera, a faint smile playing on her lips.

"Mr. Chen, I heard you're looking for investment?"

Her voice was cool and clear, conveying a sense of composure and control.

"No need for that. Your market research data was very useful and saved us a lot of trouble. As a token of our gratitude, I'll reserve a VIP ticket for Qianyu Technology's new product launch."

At the end of the video, the screen freezes on a line of text:

Thank you for your wedding dress. —Qianyu Technology, Bai Qianqian.

Snapped!

Chen Hao slammed his phone against the wall.

The screen shattered, and parts were scattered everywhere.

"ah--!!!"

He roared like a wounded beast, frantically sweeping all the documents off the table with his hands.

To kill someone is to destroy their spirit.

This is Bai Jingyou's tactic.

Not only did they cut off his source of income and steal his woman, but now they want to use Bai Qianqian's hand to trample his last shred of dignity underfoot.

That project was his last trump card, his only hope for a comeback.

Now, the trump card has become someone else's royal flush.

Chen Hao, panting heavily, collapsed onto the messy floor, staring at his distorted face reflected in the broken phone screen.

Lost.

We lost completely.

In this dog-eat-dog world of Haicheng, he thought he was the one in control, only to find out in the end that he was nothing more than a useless piece that could be discarded at any time.

Outside the window, the eastern sky was beginning to lighten with the first hint of dawn.

A new day is about to begin.

But for Chen Hao and Lin Ruyu, their long night had only just begun.

In the office, which was a complete mess, Chen Hao's chest heaved violently, enraged by the video of Bai Qianqian's murderous and heartless act.

The landline on the table suddenly rang.

It wasn't a ringtone, but that urgent, alarming buzzing of internal communications.

Chen Hao stiffly turned his head to look at the only piece of equipment he hadn't smashed—a dedicated video phone line connecting directly to the Chen family headquarters across the ocean.

The call connects and the screen lights up.

On the other end was an elderly man with gray hair, and in the background was the Chen family's luxurious study, which was filled with oil paintings.

The old man wasn't looking at the camera; he was trimming a cigar in his hand, his movements slow and deliberate.

"Dad..." Chen Hao's throat was dry, as if he had swallowed a handful of sand, "Give me some time, that project is just..."

"Shut up."

The old man finally raised his eyelids, his cloudy eyes devoid of any warmth, as if he were looking at a defective, scrapped product. "Ten minutes ago, the finance department audited all your accounts for the past year in Haicheng. You had a deficit of nine hundred million, offended the Feng family of Haicheng, and now we have to add another one: you leaked trade secrets to your competitors."

"That was Bai Jingyou who ruined me! It was that Bai Qianqian..."

"A loss is a loss. The Chen family doesn't support useless people who make excuses." The old man put down his cigar, picked up a document next to him, signed it, and without even looking up, wrote, "The Haicheng branch will immediately enter bankruptcy liquidation proceedings. Your position is terminated, and all assets under your name are frozen."

Chen Hao was struck dumb, swaying as if by lightning: "Dad, are you going to kill me? I'm your son..."

"An adopted son," the old man coldly corrected, "and not a very bright one at that. Get back to headquarters immediately to face the family's punishment. This is your last chance. If my men bring you back, it won't be as simple as just punishment."

The screen went black instantly.

There wasn't even a goodbye.

Chen Hao slumped onto the carpet covered in shards of glass, his mind buzzing.

It's over. All his business ventures and ambitions in Haicheng this year have come to naught.

He tried to stand up, but his legs were as weak as noodles.

Staggering along the wall, I reached the door, but as soon as I opened it, a figure blocked my way.

It was Assistant Wang.

The assistant Wang who used to be so obsequious to him, even buying breakfast for Lin Ruyu on his behalf.

At this moment, Assistant Wang was dressed in a sharp suit, with a row of serious-looking liquidation lawyers and security personnel standing behind him.

"Mr. Chen." Assistant Wang didn't address him as President Chen, his tone was businesslike, even carrying a hint of superiority, "Please step aside, we need to take inventory of the company's assets."

Chen Hao glared, his eyes bloodshot: "You dare stop me? I'm the boss here!"

"Five minutes ago, you were no longer one." Assistant Wang pulled out a document and waved it in front of him. "Headquarters appointed me as the head of the temporary liquidation team. Now, please hand over your car keys and access card, and then leave this building. Every blade of grass and every tree here now belongs to the Chen Group."

The surrounding employees were all secretly glancing over here, their eyes no longer filled with awe, but with schadenfreude and disdain.

That look in his eyes was exactly like the look Lin Ruyu gave him at the school gate that day.

The reversal of power happened so fast that it didn't even give people a chance to catch their breath.

Chen Hao felt a sharp pain in his chest and a metallic taste rose in his throat.

All pride and self-esteem were crushed in that moment.

……

Meanwhile, in a high-end private club in Haicheng, in VIP room V88.

The air was filled with the smell of expensive foreign liquor and the nauseating stench of cigars.

Lin Ruyu huddled on the edge of the leather sofa in the corner, clutching tightly the jacket with a button torn off.

She was trembling all over; it was a physical fear.

Zhao Feng sat on the coffee table with his legs crossed, playing with a lighter in his hand, the flame flickering.

"Why are you crying?" Zhao Feng blew a smoke ring in Lin Ruyu's face, watching her cough from the smoke. "Weren't you quite the chatterbox just now? All that talk about Chen Hao's girlfriend, and the Gao family's young master's fiancée. What, now that you're on my turf, you've gone mute?"

The henchmen around him burst into laughter.

"Mr. Zhao, this girl looks pretty hot, but I don't know if she can handle it."

"I heard they bankrupted the eldest son of the Chen family, they must be really something."

Those foul words swarmed into my ears like flies.

Lin Ruyu wanted to run, but her legs were too weak to stand up.

She had never seen anything like this in her life. This was no business dinner; it was a den of wolves.

"Alright, stop wasting time." Zhao Feng stubbed out his cigarette in the fruit plate, instantly burning a black hole in the slice of watermelon. "Change your clothes. We have some important guests tonight. If you don't serve them well, I'll release those old photos of you to the media and make you a sensation."

He tossed over a set of clothes with very little fabric.

Lin Ruyu stared at the pile of fabric in despair, tears streaming down her face. The Gao family's millions in debt weighed on her like a mountain, and now Zhao Feng was threatening her reputation.

Just as Zhao Feng reached out to grab her hair—

"Bang!"

The heavy, solid wood soundproof door to the private room was pushed open from the outside.

It wasn't a kick, it was a push.

The movements could even be described as elegant.

The noise in the private room came to an abrupt halt.

Zhao Feng turned around, cursing, "Who's the blind fool...?"

The words were stuck in his throat.

A young man came in.

He was wearing a casual gray shirt with the cuffs rolled up to his elbows, revealing an expensive watch.

But the four black-clad bodyguards following him all exuded a chilling aura.

Zhao Feng's chubby face twitched, his arrogance instantly turning into fawning, even tinged with fear, as he scrambled off the coffee table.

"Young Master Su...?" Zhao Feng bowed at a ninety-degree angle. "Why are you here? You didn't even give me a heads-up so I could have greeted you at the door."

Southern Jiangsu.

The second son of the Su Group, and the real boss behind Brilliant Entertainment.

In Haicheng's social circle, although the Su family's status is not as high as the top-tier Bai family, they are still a force that can shake the earth.

Su Nan didn't even glance at Zhao Feng, and went straight to the sofa to sit down.

He casually picked up a glass of wine from the table, swirled it, and then put it down with a look of disdain.

"Zhao Feng, you've got some nerve." Su Nan's voice was soft, revealing neither joy nor anger. "I put you in charge of Brilliant Entertainment so you could make money for me, not so you could use such underhanded methods to bully female students."

Zhao Feng broke out in a cold sweat instantly: "Young Master Su, it's a misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding. This woman is drowning in debt, she came here voluntarily..."

"Shut up."

Two words, spoken lightly, immediately silenced Zhao Feng, who didn't dare to even breathe.

Su Nan turned his head and his gaze fell on Lin Ruyu in the corner.

Lin Ruyu was in a sorry state, her makeup ruined and her hair disheveled, but this pitiful appearance only aroused men's protective instincts even more.

Su Nan sized her up for a few seconds, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes.

Is this the woman who had Gao Beining and Chen Hao completely fooled?

She's certainly good-looking, but unfortunately, she's not very bright.

But that's perfect.

A chess piece with a sharp mind is actually harder to control.

"Miss Lin?" Su Nan took out a handkerchief from her pocket and handed it to her. "Wipe your makeup off, it won't look good if it's ruined."

Lin Ruyu stared blankly at the man who had suddenly appeared in front of her.

He was like a god descended from heaven, dispelling all darkness and filth.

She took the handkerchief with trembling hands: "Th...thank you..."

Su Nan smiled, took out his phone, and dialed a number.

"Hello, Uncle Gao? It's me, Su Nan." His tone was familiar, as if he were chatting with a neighbor. "I heard you're pursuing a debt owed to a Ms. Lin? Hehe, it's nothing serious. This Ms. Lin is a friend of mine. I've already had the money transferred to your account; any extra will accrue interest. Please withdraw the lawyer's letter; give your nephew some face."

Where Lin Ruyu couldn't see, Su Nan gave a sinister smile.