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

The Maybach sped all the way to the most bustling core area of ​​the east, where skyscrapers rose up like a steel jungle, gleaming with a cold metallic luster in the midday sun.

The headquarters of Tianyu Group stands in the very center of this jungle.

It was a futuristic, streamlined twin tower, entirely encased in a deep blue glass curtain wall, like two parallel azure swords piercing straight into the clouds.

The building is surrounded by a large, mirrored pool at its base, which blends the entire building with the reflection of the sky.

The pool is surrounded by meticulously manicured greenery and silver metal sculptures, while well-dressed white-collar workers hurry across the skywalk connecting the plaza and the lobby.

Xie Qingyang hurriedly entered the headquarters and went straight to the top floor.

However, just a few steps after she stepped out of the elevator, she was politely stopped by two administrative secretaries.

"Miss, I'm sorry."

One of them bowed slightly and said, "The chairman is currently holding a high-level internal briefing inside and has instructed that no one is allowed to disturb him."

Xie Qingyang forcibly suppressed the raging anger surging in his chest, his fingers on the designer bag tightening slightly.

As a young lady from a wealthy family who received an elite education from a young age, she naturally wouldn't throw a tantrum at the company headquarters or try to force her way in.

Who are the attendees inside?

Xie Qingyang took a deep breath, trying to make his voice sound calm and appropriate.

"The chairman's assistants and core executives," the secretary replied with a smile, without revealing a specific list.

"Okay, I'll wait."

Xie Qingyang turned around and walked to the spacious and luxurious VIP lounge on the top floor, where he sat down on a genuine leather sofa.

Sunlight streamed in through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, but it brought no warmth whatsoever.

She sat there upright, her back ramrod straight, but her hands, hidden in her sleeves, trembled slightly with extreme anger and bewilderment.

Time passed by, second by second.

It took a full hour and a half before the heavy office door finally opened slowly.

People gradually came out.

Those are all big names who dominate the financial news scene.

"The Ministry of Justice just sent a report saying that the anti-monopoly review is basically over."

"Okay, then we'll proceed according to the S-level contingency plan. My funds will be in place within three days."

"The board office previously asked whether the budget for the 'Strategic Exploration Fund' next quarter should still be set at 50 billion. The R&D department wants to increase funding for quantum computing and space materials."

"Could you double-check the details with the chairman? He mentioned last time that as long as the direction is right, money won't be a problem..."

Several core executives of the group walked toward the elevator while exchanging hushed conversations.

Upon seeing Xie Qingyang sitting in the rest area, the executives all paused slightly.

They had certainly met this young lady before.

Although she is still in school and does not hold any substantial title within the group, she has made public appearances.

Even if it doesn't happen often, given his status, everyone should still be careful.

When they met her occasionally, they were all very kind to her.

But today—

Xie Qingyang always felt that their eyes were somewhat shifty.

They simply nodded politely to her and hurried into the elevator.

Xie Qingyang quickly stepped forward and stopped one of the financial directors.

"Aunt Zheng."

"Hey," the man stopped at the sound, "Qingyang's here."

"Well, my dad..." Xie Qingyang carefully chose his words, "How's his mood today?"

"Chairman Xie has been in a meeting," the man said with an impeccable smile and a gentle tone. "I'm not too clear on the specifics. You can go upstairs; he should be almost done."

She gently patted Xie Qingyang's arm, a gesture that was friendly yet subtly created distance, before gracefully turning and heading towards the private elevator.

Xie Qingyang watched the elevator doors close, and the strange feeling in his heart grew stronger.

Her gaze shifted and she saw the chief strategy officer exchanging information with his assistant.

"Uncle Jin".

The man turned around, pushed up his glasses, and his smile became even warmer, but also more superficial.

"Miss, are you looking for the chairman? He's still here. We have some urgent business to attend to, so we'll have to leave now."

Before Xie Qingyang could even ask a second question, he had already disappeared around the corner of the corridor with his assistant.

Xie Qingyang took a deep breath and strode into the huge, spacious chairman's office with an excellent view.

The party inside hadn't completely ended yet.

Several senior executives were gathered around a long conference table nearby, organizing the documents they had just presented, while Assistant Wang stood to the side, taking notes.

Xie Jing sat in his large leather office chair, still with that cold and deep expression.

His tall and imposing figure was completely enveloped in a bespoke black suit, and his tie was tied meticulously.

Even when he was just sitting there quietly reviewing documents, the decisive and authoritative aura emanating from him, born of his long-standing high position, oppressed everyone in the room.

Almost everyone subconsciously slowed their breathing.

Hearing the sound of heels hitting the ground, Xie Jing didn't even look up, but continued flipping through the documents.

"……dad."

Xie Qingyang looked at the man in the room, and a mixture of repulsion and fear welled up in her heart.

She steeled herself and took a few steps forward. "I'd like to speak with you privately."

Xie Jing then raised his head.

Those unfathomable black eyes fell upon her, sharp enough to see through any disguise.

"In private?" Xie Jing said casually, "Tomorrow. My schedule is packed today, I don't have time."

"And after get off work?" Xie Qingyang asked eagerly. "Half an hour is fine, I only need half an hour."

After get off work?

Xie Jing recalled someone who had been lingering in bed and acting coquettishly that morning.

"...I'm busy."

He needed to hurry home to comfort a certain spoiled little fox.

"Fine," Xie Qingyang gritted his teeth, "Since you won't give me time, then I'll ask right here! Why ask for no reason..."

Her voice trembled as she asked, "Was it you who instructed the Ministry of Justice to issue the clarification letter?!"

Xie Qingyang took two steps forward. "I want to know the reason! Did I do something wrong, or is there a financial loophole in my project plan? If so, please point it out and explain why you would use such methods..."

The air in the office seemed to freeze instantly.

The executives who were organizing documents around them all stopped what they were doing, each one looking down as if they wished they were deaf or blind.

Assistant Wang's eyelids twitched, and he lowered his head.

Xie Jing remained seated, not moving an inch. "Give it to her."

Assistant Wang understood immediately, took out a thick document sealed in a brown paper bag, and respectfully handed it to Xie Jing.

Xie Jing took the document.

Then it was given to Xie Qingyang.

The latter caught it in a flurry of activity.

"See for yourself."

Xie Jing said coldly.

Xie Qingyang glanced at him, his hands trembling at the chilling look in his eyes, and hastily tore open the brown paper bag.

The moment she pulled out the documents and photos, her pupils constricted sharply.

The information at the top is about Qiao Yi.

The first part consists of several medical diagnoses and psychological evaluation reports bearing official seals.

The victim's name was Xu Liang. He was only sixteen years old at the time, an ordinary high school student with no power or influence, and his parents were both factory workers.

In the dead of winter in the north, with temperatures below minus ten degrees Celsius, Xu Liang was stripped naked and locked on the school rooftop, where Qiao Yi and his gang poured bucket after bucket of cold water down on him.

The boy's arms, collarbone, and even thighs were covered with dense, blackened, festering scars from cigarette burns.

The endless humiliation and abuse eventually drove him to jump off a building.

The final image in the photo focuses on a gaunt young man sitting in a wheelchair.

His life is ruined; he can only eke out a living with the help of a catheter and medication.

Xie Qingyang's breathing became extremely rapid, and a fine layer of cold sweat seeped from his forehead.

She couldn't even look at the bloody photos; her fingers trembled as she frantically flipped through the documents.

However, the contents of the second part are even more shocking.

This is an internal investigation file for a traffic accident.

When Qiao Yi was seventeen, he drove without a license and sped through the streets while intoxicated late at night.

A little boy who was crossing the road with his parents was hit and thrown more than 20 meters away just because he was a step behind the adults.

The photos from the scene were extremely gruesome; the child died a horrific death, his face unrecognizable.