I created a foundation

But just passively waiting has never been in line with Yukinoshita Haruno's style.

Every word and sentence in Yukino's diary, 1.8, silently reveals that "Lin Qing" is no ordinary person. The fact that he can easily see through Yukino's disguise and easily enter her heart shows that he is not simple.

Ordinary warnings and common means would not only fail to make him retreat, but he might even cleverly use them to portray Yukino as a domineering, unreasonable, and evil sister who was jealous of her sister's happiness.

She absolutely could not accept such a result.

A cold light like a drawn sword flashed in Yang Nai's eyes.

She wants to take action herself.

She wanted to make the man named Lin Qing understand clearly and deeply that Yukinoshita Yukino was a sacred forbidden fruit that belonged only to her and that he could never and absolutely was not worthy of touching.

All the "influence" he exerted on Yukino, all those hypocritical "guidance" and cheap "peace of mind", she would get back from him a hundredfold and a thousandfold without any omission, including the principal and interest.

He will soon understand that there are some people he can never afford to offend.

He will pay the most painful and regretful price for his actions and his dirty intentions.

The sick smile on her lips deepened, carrying a hint of bloodthirsty, secret, and chilling pleasure.

A good show is about to begin.

And she, Yukinoshita Haruno, will be the sole director of this scene.

Chapter 68 Sister's Question

When Yukinoshita Yukino opened the door to her home, the darkness had already permeated every leaf in the courtyard. She took a deep breath, and the air was filled with the familiar fragrance of grass and trees and a hint of the coolness unique to late night, dispelling the lingering smell of disinfectant she had brought back from the base.

Her body was exhausted, but her spirit was unexpectedly exhilarated. Every experience at the Foundation was like meticulously carving a piece of unpolished jade. Although the process was filled with pressure and challenges, every tiny bit of progress brought an indescribable sense of fulfillment. She was encountering a world that was both terrifyingly real and filled with infinite possibilities.

The light in the entrance hall was softly on. She changed her shoes and walked slowly towards the living room.

Surprisingly, the main living room light was on. Yukinoshita Haruno was reclining on the off-white sofa, a fashion magazine casually resting in her hands, her gaze not fixed on the exquisitely coated pages. In front of her, on the low table, sat two cups of steaming black tea, clearly freshly brewed.

Yang Nai heard the noise, raised her head, and immediately an impeccable and gentle smile that belonged to an elder sister bloomed on her face.

"Yukino-chan, welcome back." Her voice had just the right amount of laziness, as if she was just waiting for her family to come home late.

Yukino nodded slightly and walked closer.

"Sister 19, haven't you rested yet?"

"Well, I thought you'd be back soon, so I made some tea for you." Yang Nai patted the empty seat next to her and motioned for her to sit down. "You seem very busy lately. Are the school club activities that tiring?"

Yukino sat down at the other end of the sofa, picking up her own cup of black tea. She felt the warmth of the tea on her fingertips. She didn't answer immediately, but simply savored the aroma of the tea quietly.

Yang Nai didn't urge her, but just looked at her with those eyes that seemed to see through everything, with a faint smile. The air in the living room seemed to become a little stagnant because of this silence.

Finally, Yang Nai casually fiddled with the hair by her ear and spoke in a nonchalant tone, but it was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, instantly breaking all disguises.

"By the way, Yukino-chan."

Her voice was still soft.

"Who is Lin Qing?"

Yukino's hand, holding the teacup, paused for a barely perceptible moment. Those two words, like a probe carrying a faint electric current, precisely touched the deepest line of defense in her heart. Behind her lenses, her pupils contracted reflexively, though the amplitude was so slight that it was almost imperceptible.

It was an S-level confidentiality agreement. Nothing about the president, nothing about the foundation, could be revealed to anyone except those involved, not even blood relatives. This was an ironclad rule etched into her mind when she joined, and it would not waver in the slightest.

She lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes casting a faint shadow on her fair cheeks, covering up the complex emotions that flashed through her eyes. After a moment of silence, she raised her head and looked at Yang Nai, her tone so calm that no ripples could be heard.

"He's just...a senior in the club."

When Yang Nai heard this, the smile on his face seemed to deepen, with a hint of understanding and a hint of indescribable meaning.

"Really? It's just a senior." She gently shook the teacup in her hand, and the reddish-brown tea caused tiny ripples on the bone china cup. "A senior who can make my Yukino-chan care so much must be excellent, right?"

Yukino didn't respond, but simply picked up the teacup and took a sip. The warm liquid slid down her throat, but it didn't relieve the subtle tension that had risen from her sister's sudden questioning.

Yang No observed her impeccably guarded posture, a faint, perfectly concealed sharpness flashing in her eyes. She put down her teacup, leaned forward slightly, and her tone became softer, as if she were sharing some intimate secret.

"Yukino-chan, you've been excellent and pure since you were little. The world out there is very complicated, especially men. They're always good at using sweet words to deceive naive girls like you." Her voice was filled with the concern and worry of an older sister, and she looked at Yukino sincerely. "I'm just... a little worried about you, afraid you've been deceived."

"I wasn't deceived." Yukino's voice remained calm, but with a hint of undeniable firmness in her tone. She looked directly into Haruno's eyes, her clear pupils showing no sign of evasion.

"Really?" Yang Nai sighed softly, with a hint of helplessness and indulgence in her tone, "That's good. Sister just hopes that you can be happy and not get hurt."

She paused, as if trying to organize her words, and then continued in a tone more like a soliloquy, "However, some men are indeed very resourceful. They may appear gentle and understanding, but they always appear when you need them most, giving you just the right amount of care and guidance."

Every word Yang No said was like a fine needle, piercing the calmness that Yukino was trying hard to maintain without leaving a trace.

"They make you feel understood, valued, and even... treated specially. Over time, you become dependent on them, trusting every word they say and following their every step, believing that what they show you is the entire world, the only truth."

Xueno's fingers gripping the teacup unconsciously tightened. Some of the scenes Yangno described bore an eerie resemblance to her own experiences with Lin Qing. But she knew clearly that what Lin Qing had given her wasn't a false illusion, but a genuine power that transformed her cognition and broadened her horizons.

"Sister, I think you misunderstood." Xueno's voice was still restrained, but it already carried a barely perceptible chill. "Senior Lin is not the kind of person you say he is."

"Oh?" Yang No raised an eyebrow, as if a little surprised that Yukino would refute so directly, "Yukino-chan defends him so much, it seems that you two have a really good relationship."

Her tone was still gentle, but Yukino could sense that beneath that gentleness, there was an unquestionable pressure, like an invisible net, trying to trap her.

No matter how Haruno insinuated herself, how she tried to guide him with words that seemed concerned but were actually full of hints, Yukino remained tight-lipped. She simply listened quietly, occasionally responding with the simplest words, her eyes firm, not revealing any substantive information.

This silence, this almost stubborn avoidance, seemed to Yang Noi like a heavy branding iron, harshly confirming all the guesses in her heart.

I was hit on the point.

I was completely brainwashed by the man named Lin Qing.

That's why she defended him so much, even keeping her closest sister silent.

The rage within Yang Nai burned like a pile of pyre fueled by accelerant, growing ever more intense. Jealousy, anger, and a sense of sullied resentment swirled wildly within her. Yet, the smile on her face remained as flawless as a meticulously crafted mask, without a single crack.

She slowly picked up her teacup and took a sip gracefully, as if the turbulent undercurrent of temptation just now had never happened.

"Okay." Yang No gently put down the teacup, making a subtle clinking sound, breaking the almost frozen silence in the living room. She stood up, with her usual gentle and appropriate smile on her face, and said to Yukino, "Since Yukino-chan doesn't want to talk, I won't ask. It's getting late, go to bed early."

Her tone returned to its usual friendly tone, as if the tense atmosphere just now was just an illusion.

Yukino nodded slightly and stood up as well.

"Sister, please go to bed early."

Without saying anything more, she turned and headed for the stairs, holding her almost untouched cup of black tea. Her back remained straight and her steps were steady, without a trace of panic.

Yang No stood there, watching Yukino's figure disappear around the corner of the stairs.

Until the faint sound of footsteps completely disappeared at the end of the stairs and could no longer be heard.

In the living room, the gentle smile on Yang Nai's face was wiped away bit by bit, as if by an invisible hand, retreating completely like the tide, leaving only the icy coldness that froze everything. Those almond-shaped eyes, always smiling, now surged with a heart-wrenching undercurrent, enough to devour anything that dared to stand in her way.

She slowly walked to the window. The night was thick and inextricable. The wind in the courtyard was sobbing, rustling the bamboo leaves, as if whispering some ominous omen.

A moment later, Yang Nai picked up the exquisite handbag that rested on the armrest of the sofa. Her slender fingers pulled out a simple black phone, the cold metal casing reflecting a faint glow under the light.

Deep in the eyes behind the lenses, a cold and sharp light ignited, as if locking onto prey.

Some prey really need to be met in person.

Then, decide whether to slowly strangle him with the most gentle trap, or... just straight up, sever his throat.

Chapter 69: Information Being "Feeded"

Yukinoshita Haruno moved quickly.

After that unpleasant "conversation" with her sister, she didn't even give herself a moment's respite. While the two barely touched cups of black tea in the living room were still warm, she had already returned to her study, her fingertips tapping out a series of rapid, rhythmic commands on the encrypted keyboard.

On the computer screen, the faint blue light illuminated her delicate yet cold profile.

Countless instructions were released through various secret channels like well-trained hunting dogs.

From the IT elites in her business empire who obey her orders, to the underground brokers who make a living by selling intelligence in the gray area. From the private detectives in every corner of Tokyo, to the "friends" she has woven with money and personal connections in certain special departments.

Yukinoshita Haruno's network of contacts, like a huge spider web, was completely activated at this moment.

Her voice was transmitted clearly and coldly through the encrypted line to the ears of the person in charge of each node.

"I want to know everything about a Yan Country student named Lin Qing who attends Fengzhiqi High School."

"everything."

"His family background, accurate to within three generations. His social connections, every person he's had close contact with, both men and women. His financial situation, every major inflow and outflow of funds. His detailed whereabouts over the past three months, no, the past six months, accurate to the hour."

"Don't let go of any clues."

"I need a detailed report that will expose all his secrets."

Her tone was unquestionable, and every word she said was like an ice-hardened steel needle, piercing the nerves of those on the other end of the phone.

No one dared to ask why.

They just need to execute.

Because she is Yukinoshita Haruno.

The name itself represents absolute power and unyielding will.

Yang Nai hung up the last call, leaned back in the expensive leather seat, and tapped the table lightly with her slender fingers.

She closed her eyes, and her mind began to sketch the "real" portrait of Lin Qing that was about to appear before her.

She believed that in the face of this pervasive net, no matter how deeply the man hid, all his disguises would be torn to pieces.

Yukino, my stupid little sister.

I will soon let you see clearly what kind of despicable and shameless person the person you trust is.

At the same time, in the basement of Feng Zhiqi Academy, the SCP Foundation headquarters.

Inside the huge central command center, hundreds of staff members in various uniforms are methodically processing abnormal information from all over the world.

Intelligence analysis department.

Eriri had two faint dark circles under her eyes, and the data stream on the screen in front of her refreshed like a waterfall. As "Employee 004", she was already accustomed to this high-intensity work.

Suddenly, a red alert box popped up on her home screen, making a shrill beeping sound.

"We've detected that the high-level target, Yukinoshita Haruno, is accessing President Lin Qing's personal information on a large scale through multiple encrypted channels."