My younger brothers are so fierce!!! I'm clearly the eldest brother!

The employees could take turns going on business trips, but Jiang Guanqing was the only one who couldn't. Bai Xin was worried about Jiang Guanqing, so he stayed with him the whole time.

Even when he was extremely busy, Jiang Guanqing would always make time to visit Jiang Ting whenever he went to the United States on business.

"President Jiang, we should leave now, or we'll miss our flight back home."

Bai Xin kept a close eye on the time, and seeing how expectant Jiang Guanqing was, he didn't speak until the very last moment.

Jiang Guanqing withdrew his gaze, glanced longingly at the small villa in front of him, and turned to leave.

In the screening room, Jiang Ting suddenly slapped himself hard, and soon a red handprint appeared on his face.

Yan Sui'an was startled and couldn't help but ask with concern, "Stop, what's wrong?"

Jiang Ting couldn't stop his tears from falling. He was a bastard. He knew his older brother had come looking for him many times, but he had always hidden from him, just like the time shown on the screen just now.

His older brother messaged him saying he wanted to visit him while he was there, but he lied and said he had class. In reality, he didn't; he was at the villa. He did it on purpose, deliberately trying to get revenge on his older brother.

The screen continues—

"President Jiang, our letter of intent for cooperation with the Ifra Group has been rejected."

Jiang Guanqing nodded. "Let's revise the project plan and go on a business trip to the US the day after tomorrow. Let's try again."

Downstairs from the Ifra Group

Smith, with his blond hair, pretended to look through the project proposal that Bai Xin handed him, nodding occasionally as he did so to show his approval.

"I'm very interested in this project proposal, but my schedule is already full for today."

Smith was somewhat embarrassed.

Jiang Guanqing and Bai Xin exchanged a glance. "It's alright, Mr. Smith. We can schedule a more suitable time to discuss this further with your company later."

Smith shook his head. "There's no need to make another appointment. There's a well-regarded Western restaurant nearby where we can have a meal and discuss things in detail."

"Yes, Mr. Smith."

Upon seeing his enemy again, Bai Xin was so angry that the veins on his forehead throbbed, and he wished he could smash a cup on Smith's disgusting face.

Smith only brought one assistant, and Bai Xin couldn't ask anyone else to come along, so he had to accompany Jiang Guanqing by himself.

At the dinner table, Smith sat in the head seat, his words full of approval for the plan.

"Mr. Jiang, your company's project proposal is exceptionally impressive, especially the concept for next-generation smart chips..."

Jiang Guanqing smiled faintly, "Mr. Smith, you flatter me... Yuehua needs Ifra's technical support..."

The collaboration went very smoothly. Smith downed the wine in his glass in one gulp and smiled as he asked his assistant to fetch the fine wine that was stored at the restaurant for him.

Shortly after Smith's assistant left, a commotion broke out outside the private room. The assistant quickly entered, placed the drinks next to Smith, and explained the reason for the disturbance.

"A Chinese person got into an argument with the shop owner..."

Upon hearing this, Smith frowned deeply, looking distressed, and suggested, "Good heavens, this is terrible. Could you please accompany my assistant, Mr. Bai, to help mediate?"

Bai Xin's mind was on high alert; he had a bad feeling, but he couldn't refuse, so he could only leave with his assistant.

The door to the private room was closed, leaving only Jiang Guanqing and Smith.

Jiang Guanqing tightened his grip on the knife, a hint of unease in his eyes.

Smith seemed oblivious to Jiang Guanqing's discomfort, and casually opened the wine bottle, pouring Jiang Guanqing a glass of wine.

"Mr. Jiang, please try this. It's my treasured drink, reserved only for true friends."

Under Smith's expectant gaze, Jiang Guanqing had no choice but to raise his glass, take a small sip, and nod. "Not bad."

Seeing that Jiang Guanqing had drunk the wine, Smith's smile became even brighter, and he slowly poured himself a glass as well.

Before long, Jiang Guanqing realized something was wrong. His heart was beating faster and faster, and his body temperature was rising. In just a few minutes, even his breathing became hot.

Smith swirled his wine glass, but didn't take a sip.

Jiang Guanqing bit her tongue lightly, using the pain to maintain her composure.

Smith stood up, walked to Jiang Guanqing, and reached out to touch Jiang Guanqing's face. "You are stunningly beautiful..."

Jiang Guanqing turned his head, grabbed the knife, and stabbed directly at Smith. Smith reacted quickly, grabbing Jiang Guanqing's hand, snatching the knife, and throwing it some distance away.

Smith "elegantly" rolled up his sleeves. "Don't waste your energy. The more you struggle, the faster the drug will take effect."

Jiang Guanqing is not feeling well at all. His heart feels like it's going to jump out of his body, and he experiences sharp pains from time to time.

Seeing that Smith was about to touch his face again, Jiang Guanqing resisted the urge to move. Just as Smith's hand was about to touch him, Jiang Guanqing picked up the wine bottle and smashed it down on Smith's head.

The sturdy wine bottle shattered, shards flying everywhere. Smith clutched his bleeding forehead, muttered a curse under his breath, and his expression turned sinister.

Taking advantage of Smith's inattention, Jiang Guanqing grabbed a few knives and forks and staggered out.

Seeing Smith catch up, Jiang Guanqing swung a knife or a fork at him.

Jiang Guanqing was somewhat lucky; Smith couldn't dodge in time, and a dinner knife pierced straight into Smith's thigh.

Jiang Guanqing's vision blurred, and the world spun around him. Before Smith could catch up, he ran into the public restroom, locked the stall door, and slid down the wall.

I can't breathe, my chest hurts, and my body feels so hot.

As his consciousness gradually faded, Jiang Guanqing gripped the shards of the wine bottle tightly in his hand, and blood flowed down like a stream.

Not enough, I can't sleep!

With a heavy heart, Jiang Guanqing took the shards and slashed his thigh.

One, two, three...

The pain kept Jiang Guanqing barely conscious. With trembling hands, he pulled his phone out of his pocket, where Bai Xin's chat window was displayed.

"...Bai Xin, help me...the restroom in the hallway, the second, the second stall..."

Jiang Guanqing was too weak, and the phone slipped from his hand.

Jiang Guanqing blinked slowly, his consciousness sinking into an abyss. His head tilted to the side, and he collapsed to the ground.

Jiang Guanqing was extremely ruthless; blood kept flowing from the wound on his leg, and soon a small puddle formed beneath him.

It's so hot, so cold...

Bai Xin had set a special message notification sound for Jiang Guanqing. When he opened the voice message Jiang Guanqing sent, his pupils suddenly contracted, and he turned around and ran to the bathroom in the corridor.

Smith's assistant stretched out his arms, trying to stop Bai Xin, but was instead kicked twice by Bai Xin. The onlookers quickly backed away.

Bai Xin ran wildly all the way.

"President Jiang, President Jiang!"

Receiving no response, Bai Xin kicked the door open. When he saw Jiang Guanqing lying in a pool of blood, breathing weakly, Bai Xin's heart seemed to skip a beat.

Almost everyone in the screening room stood up, their fists clenched at their sides.

"Fuck him!"

Jiang Huai cursed angrily, "I'm going to kill him."

Jiang Ning kicked the steel plate, "I'm going to go and destroy their ancestral graves!"

Gong Bolin subconsciously reached for his phone, wanting to have someone investigate Smith's recent movements. Once he got out, he was going to strip Smith of his human skin.

The sentiment is indignant.

When I saw that Jiang Guanqing's heart had stopped beating and that a critical condition notice had been issued, my anger exceeded the threshold.

Jiang Zhuo ran up to Bai Xin and the others, grabbed a cup, and smashed it against the screen. "Drag that bastard in here too! I'll beat him to a pulp!"