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

The towering flames over Siren Island, like a grand fireworks display, proclaimed the failure of the Chu family's revenge.

For the next week, Jiangcheng was unusually calm.

Like a vicious dog whose spine has been broken, the Chu family silently retreated to their old lair in the capital, without uttering a single extra bark.

Chu Tianxing even personally called the Su family, earnestly stating that Chu Yunfei was mentally unstable and that all his previous actions in Jiangcheng were due to his personal madness and had nothing to do with the Chu family, and that he was willing to make huge compensation for it.

This submissive attitude stunned the entire upper class and made Lin Chen's name a taboo subject that could not be mentioned.

Lin Chen was happy to have some free time, and his daily life returned to a leisurely routine of drinking tea, fishing, and occasionally checking in at the police station.

After that terrifying experience on the island, Ye Qingcheng's dependence on him reached its peak. She would find various excuses to see him almost every day. Sometimes it was to discuss company security, and sometimes it was to ask about the technical details of the new energy project. There was always a trace of tenderness hidden in her eyes.

Su Qingge was extremely busy, dealing with the aftermath of Chu Yunfei's case and integrating the intelligence about the court that Lin Chen had brought back.

Every time she saw Lin Chen, her eyes held a complex expression, a mixture of tacit understanding from working side by side and a hint of unspoken resentment, especially when she saw Ye Qingcheng send another "work WeChat" message.

Beneath this calm, a new storm is quietly brewing in a corner no one expected.

Su Ke'er has become a sensation.

Since her concert at the stadium, her heavenly voice and pure and lovely image have spread across the entire internet through countless mobile phone cameras. Her popularity has skyrocketed, gaining millions of fans overnight and becoming a regular on the trending topics lists of various platforms.

Soon, Xinghui Entertainment, the largest entertainment company in Jiangcheng City, came knocking with a seemingly generous and exorbitantly priced contract.

Star Shine Entertainment promised to give her top-tier resources and mold her into a new generation of pop diva.

Faced with this temptation, Su Ke'er, who was full of hope for the future, signed the contract almost without hesitation.

She thought this was the beginning of her dream, but little did she know that she was stepping into a bottomless abyss.

Star Shine Entertainment, on the surface, is a giant in the entertainment industry in Southeast China, having made countless stars famous. But behind it all, it is a dirty tool used by the ultimate giant of the Tribunal, "The Prophet," to launder money, control public opinion, and engage in power-for-sex transactions.

Three days after signing the contract, the CEO of Star Shine Entertainment, a greasy middle-aged man nicknamed "Fatty Wang," summoned Su Ke'er to his luxurious top-floor office under the pretext of discussing the new album.

"Ke'er, you're a genius! With that voice and that look, it would be an injustice if you didn't become famous!"

Fatty Wang, with his beer belly sticking out, sat behind a huge mahogany desk with a smirk, his small eyes brazenly scanning Su Ke'er's pure face and shapely figure.

That look made Su Ke'er feel extremely uncomfortable.

"Mr. Wang, you flatter me. I will work hard."

Su Ke'er responded politely, but a sense of foreboding rose in her heart.

"Hard work is definitely necessary, but in our industry, hard work alone isn't enough."

As Wang Pangzi spoke, he stood up from his seat, walked around the desk, and approached Su Ke'er step by step.

The smell of cigars and cheap cologne on him made Su Ke'er's stomach churn.

Sometimes, a little... small sacrifice is needed.

Wang Pangzi's smile grew increasingly lewd, and his greasy hand reached directly towards Su Ke'er's shoulder.

"Mr. Wang! Please have some self-respect!"

Su Ke'er turned pale with fright and took a step back to avoid the groping hand.

Fatty Wang's face instantly darkened, his smile vanished, replaced by a cold, offended expression.

"Self-respect? Little girl, haven't you gotten the hang of things? Once you're inside Xinghui Entertainment, if you're a dragon, you have to coil up; if you're a tiger, you have to lie low! What are you pretending to be, this innocent little maiden?"

He pounced on her, trying to pin Su Ke'er down on the sofa.

Su Ke'er screamed and, in a moment of panic, grabbed a blue and white porcelain vase from the coffee table next to her and smashed it hard on Fatty Wang's head with all her might!

"Bang!"

The vase shattered with a crash, and Fatty Wang let out a scream as blood streamed down his forehead.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Su Ke'er broke free and scrambled towards the office door.

"You bitch! You dare run away!"

Fatty Wang, clutching his bleeding forehead, got up from the ground with a ferocious expression, pointing at Su Ke'er's back and roaring hysterically.

"Stop right there! You signed a contract with an exorbitant penalty for breach of contract—five hundred million! Can you afford to pay it?"

"Let me tell you, I've used AI face-swapping technology to create dozens of obscene videos of you! With just a click of my finger, tonight you'll be utterly disgraced and become the most despicable slut on the entire internet!"

Su Ke'er froze in her tracks. She turned back to look at Wang Pangzi's face, which was twisted with anger and smugness, and felt a chill run through her body, as if she had fallen into an ice cave.

But her survival instinct made her open the door and run outside like a madwoman.

She hid in the women's restroom at the end of the company corridor, locked the door, and slid down to the floor against the cold door, trembling like a leaf in the autumn wind.

Despair, fear, humiliation... all the negative emotions overwhelmed her like a tidal wave.

She considered calling the police, but Fatty Wang had connections everywhere, and the fake video that could ruin her life was like a sword of Damocles hanging over her head.

In the endless darkness, the only thing that came to mind was that omnipotent figure.

With trembling hands, she pulled out her phone and dialed the number she knew by heart.

The call was answered almost instantly.

"Hey, Ke'er, what's wrong?"

Lin Chen's familiar yet somewhat lazy voice came from the other end of the phone.

The moment she heard that voice, all of Su Ke'er's strength and pretense completely collapsed.

"Brother Lin Chen..."

As soon as she opened her mouth, her voice was filled with a heavy sob, sounding as aggrieved as a lost child.

"Help me... Waaaaah... Help me..."

Lin Chen on the other end of the phone fell silent.

Lin Chen, who was leisurely sipping Da Hong Pao tea while reclining in the rocking chair in the tea room, instantly lost all expression the moment he heard Su Ke'er crying.

Those eyes, which always carried a hint of mockery and laziness, instantly transformed into something as cold and piercing as an unyielding polar glacier.

A terrifying killing intent, enough to freeze the air, suddenly erupted from his body!

He didn't ask any unnecessary questions, but simply said in a deep voice.

"Don't be afraid, stay where you are, lock the door, and don't open it no matter who knocks."

After saying that, he hung up the phone, casually placed the valuable purple clay teapot on the table, grabbed the car keys hanging next to him, and disappeared in a flash from the teahouse entrance.

RS7 let out a deep roar, shattering the afternoon tranquility, and headed straight for the Star Shine Entertainment Building.