A Beijing socialite stole my boyfriend; she went crazy after I got married.

Qiao Yi's eyes moved, and his lips parted, but he couldn't utter a complete syllable.

The female nurse lowered her head. "Now, the young lady said she needs someone to take care of her, so we've come. We'll take good care of you."

As she spoke, she reached out again and slowly turned the regulator on the IV tubing.

The liquid medicine dripped down faster and faster.

Qiao Yi's body tensed up suddenly, and a suppressed roar escaped from his throat. His limbs under the cast were completely immobile, and his fingertips futilely dug wrinkles into the sheets.

The agonizing night began.

"Bang, bang, bang."

A heavy knock on the door broke the deathly silence in the ward.

Qiao Yi suddenly opened his eyes, which had been closed, and looked towards the door with a somewhat nervous expression.

Before he could say anything, the door was pushed open from the outside.

Instead of a nurse conducting a routine check, two police officers in crisp, dark blue uniforms, with extremely serious and stern expressions, entered.

Behind them were two plainclothes police officers from the Municipal Bureau's Economic Crime Investigation Division and Criminal Investigation Brigade.

"Qiao Yi".

The older police officer leading the group strode to the bedside, his sharp, eagle-like eyes fixed on the young man on the bed.

He pulled out an official document stamped with a bright red seal from his pocket and unfolded it in front of Qiao Yi.

"We are a joint task force from the Criminal Investigation Division and the Traffic Management Bureau of the Beijing Municipal Public Security Bureau. We are now legally announcing your arrest and conducting on-site questioning."

He put away the official documents and took out a pair of gleaming handcuffs from his waist.

Instead of handcuffing Qiao Yi's wrists, which were already unable to lift, he handcuffed one end to a specially made metal railing on the left side of the hospital bed under everyone's gaze, while the other end hung over the edge of the bed, gleaming with a cold silver light under the lamp.

This action means that from this moment on, no matter where he lies, he is already a prisoner.

"Six years ago, you were seventeen. During an illegal street racing party on the Jingcheng Expressway, you drove an illegally modified Lamborghini without a license. In a state of extreme intoxication and speeding, you struck a nine-year-old boy on the pedestrian crossing of the auxiliary road, sending him flying more than twenty meters. The boy died on the spot."

The senior police officer spoke slowly and deliberately, "Afterwards, through the connections and financial operations of the Qiao Group, you found a truck driver named Li to take the blame for you. Li has truthfully confessed to all the crimes in prison. With the approval of the higher-level procuratorate, this case is not subject to the statute of limitations. You will face multiple charges, including causing death in a traffic accident, hit-and-run, obstructing justice, and instructing someone else to take the blame."

Qiao Yi's face was ashen.

He managed to cast a difficult glance at the two guards at the door.

The couple were looking over with schadenfreude.

It seems they knew this would happen all along.

The two silently retreated to the corner, completely handing over the entire ward space to the law enforcement officers.

An undercover police officer behind him spoke coldly, shattering his last illusions: "Your eldest sister, Ms. Qiao Zheng, has officially submitted to the Municipal Bureau's special investigation team complete financial records and meeting minutes regarding the cover-up activities within the Qiao Group. With the approval of the Municipal Procuratorate, she has been transferred to the position of key witness in the compliance rectification process of the company involved in the case."

Qiao Yi knew he was doomed.

In other words, no one in the entire Qiao family will protect him anymore.

The eldest sister took this opportunity to round up all the people involved in the incident back then.

Several of those people were the old man's confidants.

Qiao Zheng had disliked them for a long time.

The lead officer stopped looking at him and turned to his colleagues behind him, instructing, "Notify the hospital that, effective immediately, this ward will be designated as a temporary detention facility, with 24-hour double-person guard duty. No one except the attending physician and members of the special task force is allowed to enter."

After saying that, he glanced down at Qiao Yi, whose eyes were gradually losing focus, and left with a single sentence:

"Qiao Yi, the parents of the child you killed back then waited for six years. From today onwards, you don't have to make them wait anymore."

……

Meanwhile, the party at the hotel ended.

As Xie Qingyang pondered those inside stories, she gracefully walked to the back seat of the car.

She lowered the soundproof barrier, turned her head coldly, and looked at Assistant Zhang next to her.

"Assistant Zhang."

Assistant Zhang quickly turned around, his expression respectful: "Miss, what are your orders?"

Xie Qingyang took out his encrypted tablet from his bag and quickly pulled up several overseas trust fund transaction records.

"Immediately notify the actuary team overnight. Have them use all the liquid funds under the names of 'Polaris' and 'Blue Ocean' trusts to raise 500 million yuan, and use those offshore shell companies to split the funds into forty transactions."

Xie Qingyang swiped his finger across the screen sharply:

"Starting from the opening of the stock market tomorrow morning, we will use those shell accounts that we secretly control in China to quietly and in batches buy up all the shares of 'Rongke Intelligent,' which is listed on the A-share market."

She thought for a moment, "By the end of next month, I need to acquire at least three percent of the company's outstanding shares. I need to act quickly, but only in small amounts, and absolutely avoid causing abnormal fluctuations in the market index."

Assistant Zhang was utterly speechless.

As a seasoned veteran in the financial world, how could he not tell that this was blatant insider trading and market manipulation?

"Young Miss... this..."

Assistant Zhang swallowed hard, his voice filled with deep fear.

"You may have been abroad and are not very familiar with the securities regulatory trends in China over the past two years. The China Securities Regulatory Commission (CSRC) is now cracking down on insider trading with very strict measures. Any abnormal inflow of funds that occurs just before the announcement of positive news about restructuring or mergers and acquisitions will trigger an automatic system check."

He sighed, "If we use multiple layers of nested offshore shell accounts, once a thorough investigation is conducted..."

"Snapped!"

Xie Qingyang slammed the tablet computer onto the center armrest.

She stared intently at Assistant Zhang. "Zhang Qing, have you been in this company for too long and forgotten who's actually paying your salary?"

Assistant Zhang: "..."

I definitely won't forget that.

Xie Qingyang leaned forward slightly. "That team has worked on fund penetration structures ten times more complex than this on Wall Street. I've participated in those as well. The quantitative systems of the China Securities Regulatory Commission are nothing but inflexible programs. As long as we apply random perturbations based on the law of large numbers to trading time and frequency, what can they use to investigate? Do you think I don't understand?"

Assistant Zhang: "..."

You just don't quite understand.

Xie Qingyang: "Keep your mouth shut. If even the slightest word of this gets out... you should know what the consequences of betraying me are."

Assistant Zhang sat upright, his face solemn. "Miss, rest assured, I will never betray you."

He never submitted to her, so how could he have betrayed her?

Assistant Zhang paused for a moment, then said, "I'll contact that team tonight and make sure we cut off the funding chain."

Xie Qingyang leaned back in his chair.

Looking at the snowflakes falling outside the window, she felt a surge of triumph, as if victory was within her grasp.

In her mind, this insider trading would not only help her reap hundreds of millions of yuan in profits in a short period of time, but also allow her to prove to Xie Jing that she was capable of playing the capital game.

-

The next morning.

Inside a fiber optic server room in Beijing that stays lit all night—

The China Securities Regulatory Commission's newly launched, high-capacity, big data quantitative monitoring system with self-learning capabilities is now operational.

The moment those shell accounts injected funds into the "Rongke Intelligent" stock pool, a bright red "abnormal correlation warning" silently appeared in the background sensitivity matrix.

This fully automated quantitative tracking is like an invisible net.

It doesn't immediately pull in the net, but quietly watches the sparrows eat the bait until they can no longer escape.