You went on a blind date and presented an A-level wanted criminal as a meeting gift?

"What he wants to take..."

Lin Chen's voice echoed in the empty office, each word like a heavy hammer blow to Ye Qingcheng's eardrums.

"It's your fate!"

Ye Qingcheng felt her brain buzz and go completely blank for a moment.

That stunningly beautiful face, perpetually covered in frost, lost its color at a visible speed, turning as pale as paper.

She instinctively gripped the hem of her six-figure bespoke suit, the expensive fabric warped from her delicate fingers.

fear.

An emotion she thought she would never experience again seized her forcefully.

Her pride in her composure and self-control crumbled at this moment.

A cold sense of powerlessness, like countless tiny ice needles, pierced through her heart and into her limbs, making her experience for the first time what it felt like to lose control of her body.

She has weathered countless storms and made ruthless decisions in the cutthroat business world without ever showing the slightest fear.

But now, this man's casual remark made her feel as if she were standing naked on the Siberian ice field, the chill of death piercing every inch of her skin.

Lin Chen looked at her drastically changing expression without a trace of pity in his eyes, and instead took a step forward.

The distance between the two was reduced to less than an arm's length.

His faint, clean scent, a blend of sunlight and soapberry, forcefully invaded Ye Qingcheng's domain, which was usually enveloped in a cool fragrance.

A sense of oppression!

An unprecedented sense of oppression emanated from Lin Chen, almost suffocating her!

"Mr. Ye."

Lin Chen leaned forward slightly, his deep gaze seemingly able to pierce through her soul.

"Do you really think that 'Tears of an Angel' is just the name of this necklace?"

This question was like a key, suddenly thrusting into Ye Qingcheng's chaotic thoughts!

Her pupils contracted sharply before she could even think about it.

Lin Chen's gaze had already shifted from her face, quickly scanning the entire luxurious office.

[God-level insight], operating at full power!

The gaze penetrates all the superficial luxury and decoration, reaching the essence of things.

Finally, his gaze settled on the corner of Ye Qingcheng's huge ebony desk.

There, an exquisite silver photo frame was placed upside down.

A presence that clashes with the orderly and meticulous style of the entire office.

Under Ye Qingcheng's astonished gaze, Lin Chen walked straight over, his slender fingers pinching the photo frame and slowly straightening it.

Inside the frame is an old photograph that has turned slightly yellow.

The photo shows a little girl with pigtails, crying her eyes out; she looks only five or six years old.

Behind the photo, one can also see a line of faded penmanship.

Lin Chen pulled out the photo and flipped it over.

A line of strong and vigorous handwriting came into view.

"Don't cry, my little angel."

Those familiar handwritings, like a hot key, instantly unlocked the floodgates of her memories that had been sealed for twenty years.

My father's warm, large hands, the faint smell of tobacco on him, and his ever-gentle words, "Don't cry, my little angel..."

When Ye Qingcheng saw those words, her body trembled violently, as if she had been struck by an electric current!

Lin Chen's gaze fell on the signature, a tiny artistic abbreviation—"Angel".

Just then, his gaze swept subtly across Ye Qingcheng's snow-white neck, and his [God-level Insight] instantly magnified the base of the pink diamond pendant to its maximum.

A "Angel" mark, also engraved using micro-carving techniques, clearly appeared in his mind.

In an instant, all the clues flew through Lin Chen's mind, forming a perfect logical loop!

The killer who called himself "The Joker" never left any survivors, and his modus operandi was full of morbid ritualistic elements.

If his goal was merely the priceless necklace, he should have used the word "steal," or more professionally, "steal."

However, the notice used the word "take away".

In the world of assassins, "take away" has only one meaning—to completely erase the target from this world!

The necklace was a decoy from the very beginning!

A smokescreen used to lull everyone, even Ye Qingcheng herself!

The real "Tears of Angels" are not diamonds.

It was Ye Qingcheng herself!

Or perhaps it was the last tear she shed before she died!

"Miss Ye."

Lin Chen's voice was deep and magnetic, as if he were proclaiming an undeniable fact.

"If I'm not mistaken, 'Angel' is your nickname, or rather... your code name, right?"

Boom!

Ye Qingcheng was struck dumb, frozen on the spot, her delicate body trembling uncontrollably.

This name...

This title was known to no one except my father, who passed away many years ago!

When her father was alive, he loved to call her "my little angel" and couldn't bear to see her cry.

He said her tears were the tears of an angel, the most precious thing in the world, and should not be shed lightly.

That's why she named the only keepsake her father left her, the pink diamond necklace, "Angel's Tears".

This is the deepest secret that belongs only to her and her father!

"How...how did you know?!"

Ye Qingcheng's voice trembled and trembled with a hint of sobbing that she herself did not realize. For the first time, her icy phoenix eyes revealed a woman's vulnerability and helplessness.

Lin Chen put the photo back on the desktop and pointed to his temple.

"intuition."

"Add a little bit of logical reasoning."

He slowly straightened up, turned around, and walked step by step to the huge floor-to-ceiling window, put his hands in his pockets, and looked down at the bustling city night view below.

The lights of countless homes, reflected in his deep pupils, transformed into a dazzling galaxy.

"Your target has always been them."

Lin Chen's voice, reflected in the glass, reached Ye Qingcheng's ears clearly, carrying an undeniable coldness and certainty.

"He's not here to steal anything at midnight tonight."

"He's here to take my life."