Unrestricted fighting enters the female-oriented genre

He Qiang didn't stay in the detention cell for long before a visitor arrived.

The guard leaned halfway in and said, "He Qiang, someone's here to see you."

He Qiang raised his head, his gaze passing over the policeman's shoulder and landing on the figure behind him.

She had big, wavy hair, wore a suit and short skirt, had a slender figure, and was holding a delicate little leather bag in her hand.

She strode in before the police officer could finish speaking.

"Xiaoqiang, are you alright? Are you hurt?"

The woman walked up to He Qiang, her gaze sweeping over him, her face filled with deep worry.

She was in her late twenties, with exquisitely beautiful features and skin so white it seemed to glow.

Her lips were fiery red, her brows were slightly furrowed, and she had a fierce look in her eyes, yet also an indescribable charm.

A beauty mark at the corner of her eye looked like someone had lightly touched her face with a vermilion pen.

He Qiang looked at her and suddenly remembered who she was.

He Linghuang.

She is the adopted daughter of the He family, the adopted older sister of the original owner He Qiang, and now the CEO of the He Group.

He is also the biggest villain in the original work.

Later in the original story, after He Qiang was killed by Leng Yanran, He Linghuang resolutely stood up to avenge her brother.

She spared no expense in targeting the Leng Group in the business world, even hiring assassins to kill Leng Yanran.

She almost single-handedly drove Leng Yanran to the brink of despair.

But Leng Yanran had the protagonist's halo, and with those wild men protecting her, He Linghuang ultimately lost.

In her final moments, she jumped into the sea, clutching He Qiang's ashes.

"sister……"

The moment He Qiang opened his mouth, his throat suddenly tightened.

The original owner's emotions surged up like a tide.

All the grievances, guilt, and longing that had been suppressed for three years exploded at this moment.

His eyes instantly burned, and his nose stung terribly.

At the same time, fragments of the original owner's past with He Linghuang flashed through her mind like a revolving lantern.

Five years old.

The orphanage, under the sycamore tree.

A little girl in tattered clothes squatted on the muddy ground, holding a small wooden stick in her hand, writing words stroke by stroke.

She was as quiet as a sapling growing in a corner, ignoring the children around her who were scrambling to get close to the rich young master.

Five-year-old He Qiang was frightened by the group of children. He pushed through the crowd and ran out, hiding behind a sycamore tree to catch his breath.

He came to the orphanage looking for playmates.

His parents were too busy with their business to spend time with him, and they were worried that he would be too lonely, so they wanted to find him a playmate at the orphanage they sponsored.

However, when the children heard that they could be playmates with the rich young master, they became very excited and rushed towards He Qiang, which startled him.

He pushed through the crowd and ran away.

Then five-year-old He Qiang saw her.

"At birth, human nature is... original..."

He squatted down next to the girl and read the words she had written one by one, but he got stuck when he got to the word "goodness".

"Sister, how do you pronounce this word?"

The girl looked up at him but didn't laugh at his ignorance.

"This character is pronounced 'shan,' meaning 'kindness.'"

She blinked, her voice soft.

It means "good person".

"Do you want to learn? I can teach you to write."

"Okay, thank you, sister."

He Qiang picked up a small stick and, imitating the girl, carefully traced the character "善" (goodness) on the muddy ground, stroke by stroke.

It's crooked and ugly beyond recognition.

But he studied very hard and was very happy.

From that day on, he had an older sister.

He Qiang's parents adopted the girl and named her He Linghuang.

Because that day she sat under the sycamore tree, and the Book of Songs says: "The phoenix cries, on that high hill. The sycamore grows, facing the morning sun."

The legend of the phoenix perching on the parasol tree is a well-known tale.

He's parents hoped that their daughter would soar like a phoenix, radiating extraordinary spirit, so they named her He Linghuang.

She did not disappoint.

He graduated from primary school at the age of ten, skipping three grades.

He graduated from junior high school at the age of thirteen and won a gold medal in the National Junior High School Mathematical Olympiad.

He graduated from high school at the age of fifteen and was admitted to Peking University's gifted youth program without taking the entrance exam.

He graduated from Peking University at the age of eighteen and pursued a Master of Business Administration degree while interning at the He Group.

In just a few years, she gradually took over the management of the group.

She now holds nearly 10% of the shares in the He Group, and her voting power at the shareholders' meeting is as high as 33%.

It was precisely because she was in charge of the He Group that He Qiang's parents were able to retire peacefully and travel the world.

He Linghuang is only two years older than He Qiang.

According to He's parents' wishes, she should have been He Qiang's wife.

The two grew up together, childhood sweethearts, a match made in heaven.

However, the original owner, He Qiang, was bewitched and fell in love with Leng Yanran.

He abandoned his beautiful and perfect older sister at home and insisted on becoming Leng Yanran's lapdog, a pathetic cuckold.

Thinking of this, He Qiang really wanted to slap the original owner of this stupid body twice.

Fortunately, He Linghuang is still single.

There is still a chance to salvage the situation.

"Xiaoqiang".

He Linghuang's voice pulled He Qiang back from his memories.

She was looking at him with concern in her eyes, her little hands gripping his arm tightly.

"What happened to you? Were you frightened?"

He Linghuang remained as gentle as ever when facing her younger brother who had caused trouble.

She didn't blame him at all, but instead looked at He Qiang's physical condition with concern.

She reached out and pinched his arm, then touched his shoulder, as if examining a precious treasure.

He Qiang is 180 cm tall, half a head taller than her.

She stood in front of him, and had to tilt her chin slightly up to see his face clearly.

From this angle, the beauty mark at the corner of her eye is even more clearly visible, almost as if it's glowing.

They were very close, and He Qiang could smell her faint fragrance, like the blooming paulownia flowers in spring.

"Sis, I'm fine, don't worry."

He Qiang looked down at her hand.

She gripped it tightly, her fingers trembling slightly, revealing her worry and panic.

He Qiang could truly feel her concern.

He was deeply moved and instinctively reached out to place his hand on the back of her hand, gently holding it.

He Linghuang's fingers were slender and warm, and they trembled slightly the moment He Qiang grasped them.

She looked up at him, her expression revealing a hint of undisguised confusion.

According to her memory, He Qiang had been extremely resistant to her in recent years.

Let alone shaking hands, even speaking to her carries an uncontrollable hostility.

She looked as if she had committed some heinous crime.

"Xiaoqiang, you..."

He Linghuang opened her mouth, but hesitated to speak.

He Qiang knew what she wanted to ask.

She probably wanted to ask, "Why don't you hate me anymore?"

He Qiang really couldn't explain it clearly.

The person who hates her is the original owner of this body, that infatuated fool.

But He Qiang took over his body, his memories, and the warmth that had been betrayed.

He could only apologize with a smile.

"Sister, it was all my fault before."

"I was bewitched by Leng Yanran, that's why I treated you that way."

He Qiang looked at her and spoke earnestly, word by word.

"But from today onwards, I will definitely turn over a new leaf and treat you with all my heart."

He Linghuang's ears turned bright red.

She quickly pulled her hand away from He Qiang's grasp and lightly tapped his arm.

"What did you say? Why should I ask you to be nice to me?"

She glanced at him, her eyes flickered, and her voice lowered.

"All I want is for you to be alright."

Her words warmed He Qiang's heart.

His nose tingled, and he opened his arms, wanting to hug her.

The next second, footsteps came from the doorway again.

"Mr. He."

A clear male voice came from the doorway.

He Qiang turned his head and saw a man in a dark gray suit standing at the door of the detention cell.

He was in his early thirties, wearing gold-rimmed glasses and carrying a black briefcase; he exuded a calm and capable demeanor.

The boat sank in the river.

The original owner's private lawyer.

Upon seeing the arrival of outsiders, He Linghuang subtly stepped aside, creating distance between herself and He Qiang.

"Attorney Jiang will handle all liaison with the police regarding your matter."

He Linghuang brushed a stray hair behind her ear and introduced He Qiang in a low voice, a blush rising on her face.

Jiang Chenzhou behaved very professionally.

He walked in with a calm expression, as if he hadn't noticed the intimacy between He Qiang and He Linghuang just now.

"Mr. He, I have already looked into the situation."

Jiang Chenzhou looked at He Qiang with a calm smile on his face.

"Based on the evidence currently available to the police, you were acting in self-defense throughout the entire incident."

"After careful consideration, the police have agreed to grant you bail."

As he spoke, he took a document out of his bag and handed it to He Qiang.

"This is the bail notice. Just sign it and you can leave the police station."

He Qiang took the bail form and signed it.

Then he looked at Jiang Chenzhou.

"How are the two security guards? Are they in any danger?"

Jiang Chenzhou closed the folder, pushed up his glasses, looked at He Qiang, and actually smiled.

"Both Ye Fan and Liu Hao are in serious condition."

"Ye Fan was lucky; he was saved and is currently under observation in the ICU."

"Liu Hao is in a much worse situation. His kidney was punctured, and he suffered severe internal bleeding. He has been confirmed dead."

"I remember him," He Qiang said. "He charged in the fiercest, trying to give me a flying kick, but I managed to snipe him with my scissors instead."

"He dared to lay a hand on you; he deserves to die."

Jiang Chenzhou chuckled, then couldn't help but lean closer to He Qiang and whisper, "Boss, you're ruthless enough."

He secretly gave He Qiang a thumbs up.

He Qiang smiled but didn't say anything.

The casualties were something he had anticipated.

After all, Mad Dog Fist is no joke.

What He Qiang was more curious about was that Ye Fan hadn't died this time.

He aimed that knife at the heart.

This guy actually survived.

And then there's this guy's incredibly cool name...

He Qiang always felt that this guy might really be extraordinary, and might even become some kind of "chosen one".

If that's the case, then he'll be in big trouble later.

It seems that after this matter is over, we will have to find someone to keep an eye on Ye Fan and prevent him from causing any more trouble.

"Where is Leng Yanran? Have the police arrested her?"

"They've already been arrested."

He Linghuang walked to He Qiang's side.

"She received a summons less than half an hour after you entered the police station."

As He Linghuang spoke, she glanced at He Qiang, and finally took his arm.

He Qiang didn't push her away; instead, he leaned closer to her.

"However, the Leng family's lawyer has also arrived and is processing her bail."

"Given the Leng family's power, the police shouldn't be able to detain her for too long."

"But her crime is serious, and even if she's released on bail, she'll still have to come back sooner or later."

"Let's go, let's ignore her for now."

She tightened her grip on He Qiang's arm and raised her hand to smooth the wrinkles in his collar.

"Let's go home, I'll cook you something delicious."