Unrestricted fighting enters the female-oriented genre

"bite."

Another sound echoed in my mind.

The system panel automatically popped up in He Qiang's field of vision, and a few lines of small text appeared clearly—

Target: He Linghuang;

Gender: Female;

Age: 29 years old;

Appearance: 93 points;

Body type: 96 points;

Current favorability rating: 88;

Note: This character has a strong protective instinct towards the protagonist; once their affection level exceeds 90, an event symbolizing unwavering devotion may be triggered.

88.

He Qiang stared at the number, a feeling he couldn't quite describe welling up inside him.

Just two points away from reaching the "unwavering until death" level.

This shows that He Linghuang has actually been deeply in love with the original owner all these years.

Even though the original owner of this body was a fool who spoke coldly to her and avoided her at all costs, that place in her heart never changed.

He Qiang wanted to curse the original owner of the body.

Even cursing him a hundred times wouldn't be enough.

This guy is simply born blind and mentally blind...

Just as He Qiang was cursing the original owner of the body in his heart, a sharp voice came from the other end of the service hall:

"He Qiang! You just wait! I won't let you get away with this!"

He Qiang looked up and realized it was Leng Yanran.

She was standing in front of the lobby counter, her hair disheveled and her suit wrinkled, looking quite disheveled.

Her face flushed red, her eyes glaring at He Qiang, her anger almost overflowing.

Clearly, she wasn't treated well after being summoned by the police.

This was a complete humiliation for her.

She's a high-ranking female CEO, how could she possibly swallow this insult?

But she didn't dare to get angry at the police.

So she directed all her anger at He Qiang.

He Qiang frowned slightly, completely ignoring her.

His gaze fell to her side.

There stood a woman dressed in a black business suit.

The woman wore black-rimmed glasses, was thin, and exuded a cold aura.

She carried a file bag in one hand and held Leng Yanran's arm with the other. The lines of her profile were clean and sharp, as if they had been cut by a knife.

Xiao Mingluan.

Leng Yanran's private lawyer, the group's legal director, and also the number two member of her vicious group of best friends.

As He Qiang looked at Xiao Mingluan, she was also looking at him.

Their eyes met across half the hall.

Xiao Mingluan's eyes were cold, not with the emotional anger of Leng Yanran, but with a condescending gaze, filled with disdain and contempt.

The woman's gaze made He Qiang frown, and anger welled up inside him.

Memories of the original owner surfaced in my mind.

One year ago, at the Jiangcheng Chamber of Commerce annual meeting.

The banquet hall of a five-star hotel, with crystal chandeliers, accommodated about two hundred people.

The original owner was dragged to the event by Leng Yanran.

Xiao Mingluan was the host of the annual meeting.

While she was trying to liven up the atmosphere on stage, she suddenly changed the subject and said with a smile, "Let me tell you a joke: President Leng's husband is He Qiang."

The entire room fell silent for a moment.

Then, snickers surged in from all directions like a tide. Some covered their mouths, some turned their heads away while holding their wine glasses, and some simply laughed out loud.

Of the more than two hundred people, not one came to the original owner's rescue.

In their eyes, He Qiang is a joke in itself!

One can imagine how embarrassed and awkward the original owner must have felt at that time...

Although the original owner was a coward, he still had a sense of shame.

He instantly became the laughing stock of the entire audience, wishing he could disappear into a crack in the ground.

The one who started all of this was that bitch Xiao Mingluan.

She's done more than just that.

Her contempt and disdain for the original owner were undisguised.

In her eyes, the original owner was just a simp who lived off a woman and was worthless.

She repeatedly criticized the original owner in Leng Yanran's ear, and sometimes even the original owner would be mercilessly criticized for stepping with her right foot first when walking.

"Right-footed man, gigolo, hard-hearted, shameless..."

He Qiang was speechless.

Is this a woman?

That's an absolute shrew.

But this is for the best.

Since He Qiang was going to deal with Leng Yanran anyway, and she was Leng Yanran's accomplice, she naturally couldn't escape either.

Once I'm free, I'll deal with them one by one, especially that woman Xiao Mingluan. I'm going to stand up and kick her!

"I'm waiting for you!"

He Qiang smiled coldly at Leng Yanran, and led He Linghuang and Jiang Chenzhou out of the police station.

The night breeze outside the police station hit me, carrying the coolness unique to early autumn.

A black Rolls-Royce minivan was parked at the bottom of the steps, its gleaming body reflecting a calm light under the streetlights.

The back door was already open, and a woman wearing a black fitted jacket was standing by the door.

He was not tall but clean and neat, with short hair that reached his ears, and his eyes were as calm as a deep pool of water.

When she saw He Qiang and the others come out, she nodded slightly and held the car door steady for them.

Long Muxun.

He Linghuang's personal bodyguard and life assistant is said to have previously worked as a mercenary overseas. She is proficient in various firearms and reconnaissance methods and is extremely skilled.

He Qiang and He Linghuang sat in the back seat, while Jiang Chenzhou sat in the passenger seat.

The car doors closed, shutting out the outside noise through the thick walls of the car, and the carriage fell silent instantly.

The car started and drove smoothly out of the police station compound.

It's getting late.

He Linghuang turned her head to look at He Qiang.

"How about... we go to my villa? I'll make you seafood noodles. You can also take a shower, change your clothes, and calm down."

Her tone was cautious and tentative, as if she was afraid He Qiang would refuse.

He Qiang thought for a moment and then shook his head.

"No, back to my villa."

He Linghuang's eyes darkened for a moment.

She lowered her head, her fingers gently clenching the hem of her skirt, and said nothing.

He Qiang could sense her sadness.

She probably thought that He Qiang still had feelings for Leng Yanran and still held onto some lingering affections in that "home".

He Qiang didn't explain too much, after all, some things can't be explained in just a few words.

He will only prove his feelings through his actions.

Once everything becomes clear, she will naturally understand his predicament.

He Qiang took out his phone and dialed Chen Fengnian's number.

Chen Fengnian was none other than the original owner's personal financial manager.

Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will win every battle.

If He Qiang wants to continue fighting with Leng Yanran, he first needs to figure out his own financial situation.

The other end rang twice before I answered.

"The boss?"

"Feng Nian," He Qiang leaned back in his chair, "go to my villa right now and bring all my asset documents."

"Compile a list of all your assets, including real estate, deposits, stocks, funds, investment accounts, and debts."

There was a pause on the other end of the phone: "...Boss, what are you trying to do?"

"Just do as I say, and don't ask questions you shouldn't."

He Qiang's tone was cold and hard.

Chen Fengnian was clearly taken aback.

Based on his experience, the original owner of this body had always been a coward, speaking in a soft and gentle voice.

His sudden change in attitude made him somewhat uncomfortable.

But he quickly composed himself and replied respectfully, "Understood. Don't worry, boss, I'll prepare immediately and be there within an hour."

"Um."

He Qiang hung up the phone and his gaze fell on the streetlights flowing outside the car window.

Leng Yanran is the female lead, with immense power and a vast network of connections.

If I want to beat her, I can't just rely on my mad dog punches to rush forward.

He needs to figure out his own game.

The first step in this move was to organize the assets under his own name.

"Xiao Qiang," He Linghuang's voice sounded from the side, tinged with probing, "Are you... short of money?"

"no."

He Qiang turned to look at her and smiled.

"I just want to organize my assets."

He Linghuang hesitated for a moment, bit her lip, as if she had made up her mind.

Actually... there's something I've been meaning to tell you.

"Um?"

"You can take back the five percent of the He Group's shares at any time."

She looked at He Qiang, her voice not loud, but every word was clear.

"The share transfer agreement from back then is still valid; you just need to sign it."

He Qiang was stunned for a moment, then quickly went through the original owner's memories and soon understood what was going on.

Three years ago, He Qiang's parents wanted their son to work for the He Group and also wanted to transfer five percent of the group's shares to his name.

Instead of being grateful, this brain-dead idiot not only showed no appreciation, but also utterly despised his family business.

He voluntarily gave up his 5% stake and instead demanded 500 million yuan in cash to support the Leng Group.

At that time, the Leng Group's cash flow was disrupted, and it was on the verge of bankruptcy and liquidation.

It was He Qiang's 500 million yuan donation that allowed the Leng family to turn their fortunes around.

The He family disagreed with the original owner's request, so this brain-dead idiot misappropriated the group's working capital and went to save Leng Yanran without hesitation.

It was for this reason that Leng Yanran reluctantly agreed to marry him.

After marriage, the original owner completely gave up her career, settled down at home to cook and serve Leng Yanran willingly, treating her like Empress Dowager Cixi.

Five hundred million yuan in cash was exchanged for a "charitable" marriage with Leng Yanran, plus three years of humiliation as a slave.

He Qiang couldn't help but curse inwardly.

How can there be such an idiotic man in the world?

What kind of monster was the original owner? How could he be so humble? It's infuriating!

"Over the years, I have been holding your shares on your behalf. As long as you sign, I will immediately transfer those five percent of the shares to your name."

He Linghuang stared into He Qiang's eyes, her voice tinged with urgency.

"In addition, the group's dividends over the past three years, totaling 75 million, will also be deposited into your account."

She looked at He Qiang with a pleading expression.

She was genuinely good to He Qiang.

She even became somewhat humble in order to make him accept her kindness.

He Qiang felt a lump in his throat and couldn't help but hug her tightly.

"sister."

"It's all my fault. I've made you suffer all these years."

He Linghuang was startled, her body visibly stiffening.

But she quickly relaxed, gently hugged He Qiang back, patted his back lightly with her small hands, and comforted him softly.

"Okay, Xiaoqiang, don't cry. I'm not upset. I'm just worried that you're not doing well..."

"I know."

He Qiang sniffed, put his hand on her shoulder, and looked into her eyes.

"But I can't take this 5% stake for now."

Why?

He Linghuang looked at him in confusion, and the light in her eyes dimmed again.

"Because," He Qiang looked at her and said clearly, word by word, "I'm going to divorce Leng Yanran."

"Really?"

He Linghuang's eyes lit up, and she subconsciously gripped He Qiang's arm tightly.

"Xiaoqiang... are you... are you serious? You really want to divorce her?"

Her voice even changed slightly from nervousness.

"Absolutely true."

He Qiang nodded solemnly, then his eyes turned cold.

"I not only want a divorce, I also want that bitch to pay the price she deserves."

He Linghuang stared blankly at He Qiang, her beautiful eyes churning with a multitude of emotions.

Surprise, relief, and a little bit of uncertain trepidation...

After a long while, she nodded vigorously.

"Okay, I support you. Whatever decision you make, I'll stand with you!"

Her words inexplicably moved He Qiang.

This is his sister, his family.

She felt not only love and affection for He Qiang, but also kinship and trust as a family member.

She always unconditionally supported He Qiang's decisions.

She never hid her deep love for He Qiang.