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After being severely humiliated by Xia Yu's words, Shen Qinghan, like a soulless walking corpse, staggered back to the dilapidated room that reeked of mold.

She pushed open the door; the room was pitch black.

She didn't turn on the light and simply collapsed onto the broken wooden bed.

The faint light from the streetlights shining through the window helped us to see.

Shen Qinghan stared blankly at the old mirror covered in cracks in the corner of the wall.

In the mirror, the woman's hair was disheveled, her face was sallow, her eyes were sunken, and her gaze was empty and lifeless.

Is this still the proud and beautiful eldest daughter of the Shen family?

This is simply a pitiful creature living at the very bottom of society.

The frustration, resentment, and regret in her heart reached their peak at this moment, almost bursting her chest.

She is not reconciled!

Why should Xia Yu get to enjoy Jiang Ye's tenderness? Why should she have to spend the rest of her life in this stinking ditch?

Jiang Ye is hers! She can only be hers!

A morbid obsession was growing wildly in Shen Qinghan's mind.

Since appealing to emotions didn't work, and forcing her way in was useless, she decided to play to his preferences!

She suddenly remembered that Jiang Ye's favorite things in his life, besides her, were those roaring heavy motorcycles.

Jiang Ye used to dream of owning his own motorcycle, but back then she thought motorcycles were low-end toys that only thugs played with, and she absolutely refused to let him buy one.

Now that Jiang Ye is rich, he rides his imposing BMW GS every day at breakneck speed.

If... if she could enter the field that Jiang Ye likes, if she could understand motorcycles, or even help him fix them...

Jiang Ye will definitely look at her in a new light!

They'll definitely realize she's changed, and they'll definitely accept her again!

Once this crazy idea takes hold, it's as unstoppable as weeds.

. . . .

Early the next morning.

Shen Qinghan changed into a cheap old outfit and casually tied her hair back.

This once pampered young lady, who never lifted a finger and even needed someone to fetch her foot bath, has now ended up at a remote, oil-stained motorcycle repair shop in the suburbs of Hanju.

"Boss, are you hiring apprentices? I don't need wages, just a meal will do. I want to learn how to repair motorcycles."

The repair shop owner, covered in grease, looked at the thin woman as if she were crazy, but reluctantly agreed because she was offering free labor.

From that day on.

Shen Qinghan embarked on her extremely humble path of "redemption".

She gets up before dawn every day and takes a two-hour bus ride to the repair shop.

She endured the pungent smell of gasoline and the stench of engine oil, crawling under the filthy car every day.

Those hands, once as delicate as white jade, were quickly worn down by the wrench, developing thick calluses, and the crevices under their fingernails were filled with black grime that couldn't be washed off.

Sometimes she would accidentally get a blister from the exhaust pipe or her finger would be broken by a heavy part, but she would just grit her teeth, wrap it with a band-aid, and continue working without saying a word.

She studied the structure of motorcycles diligently, learning how to change the oil, how to adjust the chain, and how to repair the engine.

When she was so tired that her back ached and she couldn't get out of bed, she would silently call out Jiang Ye's name in her heart.

Not only that.

She also spent the little spare change she had left to bribe some motorcyclists near the repair shop.

Through them, Shen Qinghan began to secretly inquire about and follow Jiang Ye's cycling routes.

She meticulously wrote down all the mountain roads and motorcycle checkpoints that Jiang Ye frequented in a small notebook.

She waits every day.

Enduring unimaginable hardships and exhaustion, like a patient hunter lurking in the darkness.

He was just waiting for a chance encounter with Jiang Ye.

An opportunity that would allow her to re-enter Jiang Ye's life trajectory with her hands covered in oil stains and scars!

. . .

Several days have passed.

Beneath the seemingly calm surface of Hanju, undercurrents are surging wildly.

It was late at night.

At Kunlun Capital's headquarters, the lights were still on in the top-floor president's office.

"Bang bang bang".

A rapid knocking broke the stillness of the night.

"Go in." Jiang Ye rubbed his temples, his voice low.

The door was pushed open.

Lei Heng strode in, carrying a thick brown paper document bag in his hand.

His face was solemn, even showing a hint of anger. He walked straight to his desk and slammed the file folder heavily on the surface.

"Boss, we've found out."

Lei Heng took a deep breath, his tone revealing an undisguised chill.

"These past few days, I've stretched my intelligence network to its limit, tracing the broken financial chain of Genting Town all the way up."

"This top-secret report details every unusual flow of funds and every obstruction behind the scenes."

Jiang Ye remained silent.

His long, slender fingers untied the drawstring of the document bag and pulled out a thick stack of documents and data reports.

The office was extremely quiet, with only the rustling sound of papers turning.

As my gaze swept over the shocking data and fund flow charts, line by line...

Jiang Ye's eyes gradually turned as cold as ice.

Deep within his eyes, a fierce killing intent began to boil wildly.

"Wang Sizhe".

Jiang Ye coldly squeezed out these three words through clenched teeth, and the sneer at the corner of his mouth sent chills down one's spine.

The report clearly shows this.

The mastermind behind it all turned out to be Wang Sizhe, the eldest son of the Wang family in Yanjing, who was utterly ripped off by Jiang Ye at the land auction!

This spoiled brat's actions weren't solely motivated by revenge for the humiliation he suffered at the land auction.

He had long ago set his sights on the auspicious location of Genting Town.

Wang Sizhe used the Wang family's extensive network of connections in the financial system to exert pressure and forcibly cut off Blue Ocean Group's loan channels from several major banks in Hanzhou.

This is a classic example of undermining the enemy's strength.

They attempted to force Xia Yu into bankruptcy by cutting off his financial lifeline.

When Blue Ocean Group is completely unable to hold on, he will appear as a savior and acquire the multi-billion dollar project at a bargain price.

They not only avenged their personal grudge but also seized a huge amount of assets.

Furthermore, if the plan goes smoothly, Xia Yu, driven to desperation, might be forced to submit to him and submit to his manipulation in order to save the company.

"What a brilliant scheme. What a vicious and elaborate plot."

Jiang Ye sneered and threw the few pages of report in his hand onto the table.

"However, with Wang Sizhe's limited intelligence, he can't extend his reach that far in Hanzhou, let alone be so meticulous."

Jiang Ye raised his head and stared at Lei Heng.

"He has someone inside the Blue Ocean Group who is meeting him."

Lei Heng nodded heavily, his expression growing even more grim.

"The boss is brilliant."

"This is also the most infuriating part of this report."

Lei Heng pointed to the remaining documents in the file folder.

"We've found out. Not only is there a mole, but it's also a very high-ranking, deeply hidden figure."

"Zhao Mingyuan, Executive Vice President of Blue Ocean Group!"