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

The lights in the interrogation room were blindingly white.

Xie Qingyang was held in an interrogation chair.

The journey from the hotel to the police station wasn't long; it only took a few turns, but that was enough time for her to calm down.

"Madam, please cooperate with our inquiry."

The investigators across the table opened their notebooks.

"I refuse to answer any questions about the details of the transaction until my lawyer arrives."

Xie Qingyang spoke.

"First, I am a U.S. citizen, and I have the right to immediately contact the U.S. Embassy and Consulates in China to obtain consular protection and legal assistance. Second, the coercive measures you have taken against me are suspected of violating the legitimate procedural rights of foreign nationals. I demand to see the complete set of judicial authorization documents; otherwise, I will lodge a strong protest against tonight's arrest through international legal channels."

The investigators didn't even flinch; they simply wrote a few lines on a piece of paper.

"First, according to the Criminal Law, if either the act or the result of a crime occurs within the territory of China, this law applies. Your insider trading activities and the intermediary accounts for fund transfers were all within China. Nationality is not an immunity for you."

"Secondly, we initiated the consular notification procedure as required half an hour ago. The consulate will be notified, but they have no right to interfere with China's independent criminal justice process."

The investigator looked up, staring directly at her. "You studied finance, so you should understand what 'closed chain of evidence' means. The fact that we've brought you back here means that all the technical verification is complete."

"Evidence?" Xie Qingyang sneered. "Your so-called evidence is nothing more than probabilistic correlations from quantitative graphs! Buying and selling Rongke Intelligent's stock is a commercial activity in the open market. Even if there is overlap in the sources of funds, legally it can only be considered a compliance flaw, at most resulting in administrative penalties and fines! You have no direct evidence to prove that I obtained undisclosed insider information!"

"You want direct evidence?"

The interrogation room door was pushed open, and an older police officer walked in, holding a freshly printed document, which he slammed onto the table.

"This is the statement that Lei Bin submitted half an hour ago when he was detained by Interpol at Singapore Airport. In order to seek his own extradition immunity, he handed over all the encrypted call recordings between you, the profit-sharing agreement, and evidence of how you used inside information to preemptively target Rongke Intelligent."

The police officer looked down at her.

"Lei Bin has completely exposed you. Your so-called business activities, in terms of both subjective intent and the objective chain of events, constitute a standard criminal offense."

With a loud bang.

The document that was thrown on the table was like a boulder, shattering Xie Qingyang's last line of defense.

Did Lei Bin sell her?

Xie Qingyang's face turned deathly pale.

If Lei Bin sold her, it also proves that everything he said before was a lie.

He couldn't possibly hinder Xie Jing! Nor could he cause Xie Jing any trouble!

instead--

What Xie Jing said back then might be the truth.

No.

How could this happen!

He's clearly just a damned illegitimate child! A thief who stole wealth!

All of this should belong to me!

Xie Qingyang stared intently at the documents on the table, a sharp pain shooting through her heart again. The dull ache spread through her veins to every part of her body, making her eyes red and her nails dig deep into her palms.

The extreme humiliation and sense of betrayal made his throat feel like it was blocked with cement, making it difficult to even speak.

"No……"

Xie Qingyang grabbed the documents and, as he flipped through them, realized something.

Lei Bin had no idea how she obtained the inside information about Rongke.

After all, she got the news at a party hosted by her wealthy friends.

Even if Lei Bin guessed this, he couldn't produce direct evidence to prove that she knowingly broke the law.

The only one who can provide evidence is Assistant Zhang, who handled the case!

-

Top floor of Shenghua International Hotel.

The atmosphere in the banquet hall had already become relaxed.

Old Meng walked over, holding a teacup, and nodded at him with a smile before his gaze fell on Jiang Chu.

"This must be Miss Jiang? Chairman, you have excellent taste."

Jiang Chu smiled politely, then watched as the old man and her fiancé exchanged pleasantries.

"Chairman Xie, I've already had the legal and risk control departments review the restructuring plan for the cross-border logistics supply chain in Europe. The board meeting is this Friday, and I and a few old colleagues will vote in favor."

Xie Jing nodded slightly. "Thank you for your hard work."

After finishing his business, Old Master Meng paused for a moment and casually placed the teacup on the waiter's tray.

He sighed almost imperceptibly.

Some things don't need to be said outright, but as a veteran who has followed the Xie family for fifty years, he had to make his stance clear.

"I've followed the Xie family for fifty years. Since Brother Sen's time, Tianyu has been able to get to where it is today because of four words—rules and bottom line."

Old Meng lowered his voice.

"Some people think that just because they have Xie family blood, they can interfere with the group's rules. Now it seems... it's time to clean them up. Otherwise, they'll keep forgetting their mistakes and slip their hands into places they shouldn't, damaging the group's foundation."

His words seemed to be a comment on Xie Qingyang, but in reality, he was using Xie Qingyang's being taken away as an opportunity to express his stance to Xie Jing.

—The senior members of the board fully support your iron-fisted approach.

Tianyu is Tianyu, and someone from the Xie family is just someone. No one will plead for her, and no one will take the opportunity to cause trouble.

"Don't worry, Uncle Meng," Xie Jing said without changing his expression. "This has always been the rule in the group. Even if she doesn't actually have the surname Xie and it's just a title, even if she really were one of our family members, the outcome wouldn't be different."

"With your words, we old folks can finally rest easy."

Old Meng chuckled.

He patted Xie Jing on the shoulder, said no more, and then looked at Jiang Chu.

"Miss Jiang, once you're done with this busy period, come visit me. I have a jar of aged Pu'er tea that's been stored for forty years. Let's have some tea."

"Thank you, Uncle Meng."

Jiang Chu smiled and agreed.

Old Meng turned around, picked up the freshly replaced wine glass, and walked towards the group of executives in the distance.

Jiang Chu looked at Xie Jing and whispered, "He seems to be about the same age as my grandfather."

Xie Jing: "..."

The man's eyes held a dangerous glint.

Xie Jing: "...I'm only ten years younger than your father, is that what you meant?"

Jiang Chu looked up at the sky and said, "What I meant was that the chairman is incredibly well-preserved. When my parents divorced, they were about the same age as you, but they looked much older."

She spoke in a serious tone, but a mischievous smile played on her lips.

Xie Jing resisted the urge to pull her into his arms and punish her severely. He looked at her intently for a few seconds and said, "For my wife's sake, I also need to take good care of myself."

Jiang Chu felt a chill run down her spine, and for a moment she didn't dare to look him in the eye.

But she still raised her chin and said, "Of course, it's good that you have this mindset."

Xie Jing remained silent.

Jiang Chu silently moved two steps to the side.

The next second, a large hand suddenly grabbed her waist and pulled her back.

She almost fell into Xie Jing's arms.

Xie Jing looked down at her. "Are you happy?"

Jiang Chu was taken aback. "What? You've taken such good care of yourself? Then I'm sure—"

"No," the man leaned down slightly, bringing his head close to his fiancée's ear, "I won't interfere in Xie Qingyang's matter. She will definitely be sentenced."

Jiang Chu pursed her lips. "Isn't that what they deserve? Do you really feel guilty because of your older brother?"

"Of course not," Xie Jing said softly. "I just hope you can rest assured from now on. After all... you've been looking forward to this day for a long time, haven't you?"