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

The man paused, then said in a tone that left no room for argument: "Please come with us."

Xie Qingyang frowned, suppressing his panic. "You must have made a mistake!"

"We haven't made a mistake."

A young investigator stepped forward, took a document out of his briefcase, and showed it to her.

"This is the complete chain of evidence transferred to us by the China Securities Regulatory Commission's Enforcement Bureau: the cash flow records of your offshore shell companies, the transaction records of your domestic shell accounts, and the timeline of abnormal fund inflows into the Rongke Intelligent stock pool. The time, accounts, amounts, and transaction frequency all match."

He said calmly.

"In addition, we have also obtained your communication records with the overseas team, as well as bank statements showing the illegal transfer of funds to related accounts."

She looked at them in disbelief.

How could that be?

She grew up in the United States and was exposed to all sorts of things in the industry from a young age, so she is very familiar with the regulatory logic of the capital market.

Whether it's the SEC or FINRA, the core of insider trading investigations has always been tracing the source of information, not the transaction itself.

Buying stocks is not illegal in itself.

Anyone can buy Rongke Intelligent at any time.

Her account is clean.

After all, she had never used her own account directly.

"You say you have access to the communication records," Xie Qingyang began. "I want to know, through what channels were these records obtained? Did they go through any legal legal authorization procedures?"

She looked directly at the middle-aged man at the head of the group and said, "If overseas communications were intercepted through technical means, the legal validity of this evidence is questionable in the absence of a bilateral judicial cooperation agreement."

The middle-aged man glanced at her. "Miss Xie, you're not in America right now."

"I know I'm not in the United States," Xie Qingyang said coldly, "but the exclusionary rule for illegally obtained evidence also applies to Chinese judicial procedures, right? If there are procedural flaws in the source of your communication records, my lawyer has the right to apply for exclusion before the trial."

The young investigator next to him raised his eyes, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

He opened the folder, pulled out the second single page, and pushed it in front of Xie Qingyang.

"Ms. Xie, the premise for excluding illegally obtained evidence is that the evidence itself has procedural problems."

He pointed to a line of text above.

"This communication record was proactively transferred to us by the Cayman Islands Monetary Authority during a routine compliance review. It falls under the scope of international regulatory cooperation and follows formal cross-border judicial cooperation channels."

Xie Qingyang's gaze faltered slightly.

"As for those shell accounts," the young investigator continued, "your team did some random manipulation of the transaction frequency, which wasn't wrong in itself. But you overlooked one thing—"

He paused for a moment, then said, "Our system doesn't monitor the transaction frequency of individual accounts, but rather the fund flow patterns between accounts. Forty accounts may seem unrelated, but their deposit windows fall within the same calendar day, and all flow through the same clearing and settlement node."

He closed the folder. "Once the graphs were run, the correlation was maxed out. Your random perturbation method is actually easier to identify statistically than regular operations."

Xie Qingyang's breath hitched.

She did consider that at the time.

But the Wall Street team assured her that the random perturbations of the law of large numbers were sufficient to circumvent any quantitative tracking system—they had built structures ten times more complex than this and never had any problems.

"Your system," Xie Qingyang said, barely managing to maintain a calm tone, "is it a recently launched system?"

"It was put into use last year," the middle-aged man replied calmly. "It has self-learning capabilities and is specifically designed for cross-border, multi-layered nested structures to perform relational graph analysis."

He looked at Xie Qingyang and asked, "Ms. Xie, when was the last time your overseas team operated a project?"

Xie Qingyang did not answer.

"If it were two years ago," the middle-aged man answered calmly, "they certainly didn't have any problems. Because we didn't have this system back then."

Whispers could be heard from inside the banquet hall.

"...Having lived in the United States for so long, I thought China's regulatory system was stuck ten years ago."

"They don't even consider how many resources have been invested in quantitative risk control in China over the past few years..."

"Sigh, those outside teams, in the end, still rely on old experience. Other people have upgraded their systems, but they're still using the guides from the last version to run around the maps."

"..."

Xie Qingyang stood still, her fingernails almost digging into her palms.

It’s over.

She always thought she was playing a game against a rigid, inflexible system—

But that's not a dead program at all!

The middle-aged man said in a deep voice, "Ms. Xie, we hope you will cooperate with our work."

He turned slightly to the side and gestured for them to proceed.

Xie Qingyang's heart pounded, and for a moment he almost couldn't stand up.

She turned her head sharply, her gaze passing over the crowd, and stared intently at the tall figure at the other end of the banquet hall.

Xie Jing remained standing there, holding a wine glass, looking indifferent and aloof, as if what was happening before him had nothing to do with him.

Jiang Chu, who was standing next to him, was talking to a woman next to him with her head down.

Neither of them looked at her.

No.

No.

If I just leave like this—

With such solid evidence against this group and such a large sum of money involved, even if she is not Chinese, she could face imprisonment!

She can't go to jail!

Xie Qingyang turned around abruptly and stumbled over, calling out, "Dad!"

Xie Jing looked at her without saying a word.

"Listen to me," Xie Qingyang took a deep breath, "If this matter blows up, it won't do Tianyu any good either. What foreign institutions fear most is criminal cases within the founding family. ESG ratings and compliance reviews of overseas listed entities will all be affected."

She stared intently at Xie Jing. "If you step in now, intervening under the guise of proactive coordination within the family, it will not only demonstrate Tianyu's cooperative attitude to the regulatory authorities but also minimize the negative public opinion impact. This is beneficial to both of us—"

"The group's compliance department has already severed ties," Xie Jing calmly interrupted her. "Your case has nothing to do with the group."

"You..." Xie Qingyang gritted her teeth, "Do you think this is enough? Everyone knows I'm your daughter! Everyone knows we're family!"

"Family?" Xie Jing repeated, "We have different nationalities, and your name on your passport doesn't even have the surname Xie, so how can you talk about family?"