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

That evening, in Beijing, within the Second Ring Road, at that priceless, enormous courtyard house.

The night was as dark as ink, enveloping the ancient courtyard in tranquility.

The study was brightly lit, but the atmosphere was somewhat heavy.

Ye Qingcheng sat behind the expensive rosewood desk, still wearing her smart business suit, but her usual domineering queen aura was now replaced by a deep weariness.

She rubbed her smooth brow with one hand, while unconsciously scrolling through her tablet with the other.

On the screen was the stock price curve of the Yip Group, which fluctuated wildly like an electrocardiogram, and the headlines of major financial news outlets reporting the unexpected death of the chairman of its competitor, Tianheng Group.

When a person dies, the business war naturally ends.

But what followed was endless trouble.

Public speculation, shareholder panic, and the restless ambitions of the old guard within the board of directors... all of this felt like an invisible mountain weighing down on the shoulders of this 26-year-old female CEO.

"Still worried about company matters?"

A deep, magnetic voice, accompanied by a faint aroma of lemon and malt, came from behind me.

Ye Qingcheng looked up and saw Lin Chen carrying a glass of amber-colored wine that shimmered under the light, walking up to her.

He didn't ask any questions, but simply placed the wine glass gently on the table, then walked around behind her, and stretched out his large, seemingly magical hands, pressing them lightly on her temples.

[God-level massage techniques] have quietly begun.

"Well……"

A gentle and pure warmth flowed from Lin Chen's fingertips into his mind, instantly easing the tension that had gripped him all day.

Ye Qingcheng couldn't help but let out a soft moan of comfort, her whole body went limp, and she leaned into that broad and warm embrace.

"The cutthroat competition in the business world is a headache for those professional managers who earn millions a year."

Lin Chen's lips brushed against her ear, his warm breath making her earlobes blush slightly.

"Even if the sky falls, your husband will hold it up for you."

These domineering yet gentle words were like a key, instantly unlocking all the ice and pretense in Ye Qingcheng's heart.

Her eyes welled up with tears, and she grabbed Lin Chen's hand tightly, pressing her cheek against the back of his hand, greedily savoring the strength that gave her such a sense of security.

"Drink it."

Lin Chen brought the glass of wine to her lips.

God-level bartending skills!

This cocktail, named "Quiet Night," is made with a base of top-quality single malt whisky, infused with several herbal extracts known for their calming and soothing properties, and topped with a few drops of hand-squeezed lime juice, all prepared with masterful skill.

The liquor enters the throat without any spiciness, only a mellow and warm current that slides down the throat into the stomach, and then spreads from the stomach to the limbs and bones.

It was as if all the fatigue and irritability of the day had vanished without a trace under the wash of this warm current.

Ye Qingcheng felt light as a feather, as if she were lying on a cloud, enveloped in the gentlest moonlight.

She raised her beautiful face, flushed with the effects of the alcohol, and gazed at the man before her with her large, watery phoenix eyes. She then kissed him passionately and tenderly.

The atmosphere in the study instantly became romantic and ambiguous.

However, just as their lips met and their affection deepened—

"Buzz...buzz..."

Lin Chen's phone, which was in his pocket, suddenly vibrated violently at an inopportune moment.

Lin Chen frowned slightly. He wanted to hang up immediately, but when he saw the name "Ke'er" on the caller ID, he decided to answer.

"Hey, Ke'er, it's so late..."

Before he could finish speaking, a heart-wrenching, almost shattering cry came from the other end of the phone!

"Waaaaah... Husband... Brother Lin Chen... come quickly... come to the Beijing Grand Theatre..."

Su Ke'er's voice was broken and intermittent, filled with endless panic and despair.

"My...my mentor in university, Professor Liu, he...he..."

"He fell off the stage... he crashed... he died! Waaaaaah..."

boom!

The words "fell to his death" struck Lin Chen's mind like three thunderbolts!

In an instant, his gaze transformed from a gentle spring breeze into an icy abyss capable of freezing the soul!

Another accidental death?!

First she was Ye Qingcheng's rival, and now she's Su Ke'er's mentor!

This is no coincidence!

"Don't be afraid, stay where you are and wait for me to come!"

Lin Chen's voice was calm and powerful, carrying an unquestionable command that instantly calmed Su Ke'er, who was on the verge of collapse on the other end of the phone.

After hanging up the phone, Ye Qingcheng, who was in his arms, had already heard the conversation. Her pretty face, which had just been flushed, was now deathly pale.

"Lin Chen..."

"It's fine."

Lin Chen lowered his head and kissed her smooth forehead, his eyes regaining their tenderness.

"You rest first, I'll be right back."

After saying that, he didn't linger any longer. He grabbed his trench coat from the sofa and strode out of the courtyard.

"boom--!!!"

The all-black, specially modified bulletproof off-road vehicle roared like a beast, its tires leaving a charred mark on the ground as it tore through the heavy night and charged madly toward the Beijing Grand Theatre!

In the darkness, the veins on the hands gripping the steering wheel were bulging.

Inside the car, murderous intent surged!