Lei Shaoxin walked up to Fu Haoyan. “Boss Fu, may I borrow your lawyer for a moment?”
He raised an eyebrow, then casually gestured his approval. One of the bodyguards immediately understood and stepped out to make arrangements.
Lei Shaoxin smiled and nodded in thanks.
She then approached Lei Zhiying, crouching down in front of her.
“I can help you—but for three million, you transfer all your shares in the Lei Group to me.”
“No way,” Lei Zhiying said, still kneeling as she looked up at her.
She owned ten percent of Lei Group shares—worth far more than three million at the current market value.
Lei Shaoxin let out a cold laugh. “Then go ask Dad to save you. Why come to me?”
With that, she stood and started walking toward the door.
Seeing her about to leave, Lei Zhiying panicked and scrambled to her feet.
“No! You can’t let Dad find out. Don’t go, sis…”
“Two percent… is that okay?” she pleaded, grabbing Lei Shaoxin’s hand.
Lei Shaoxin shook her off in disgust, then gestured toward the bodyguards behind her—her gaze clearly saying: Do you really think you have a choice?
Lei Zhiying glanced at the towering guards and shuddered, recalling the slap she had just received.
She collapsed back onto the floor. “Fine…”
The casino’s on-call lawyer had already arrived. Hearing the exchange, he immediately understood and quickly prepared the documents.
As soon as the agreement was reached, he handed over the freshly printed papers, still warm.
After Lei Zhiying signed, Lei Shaoxin passed her the check.
Satisfied, she walked toward the door. A guard standing nearby opened it for her.
At the threshold, she paused, suddenly turning back to Fu Haoyan.
“Thank you, Boss Fu.”
Then she strode out of the office in her high heels.
Inside, Lei Zhiying stared bitterly at the now-closed door. Without a word, she stood up and walked over to Fu Haoyan, placing the check on his desk.
She turned to leave, eager to escape the suffocating room.
“Wait.”
Fu Haoyan stood, holding the check between two fingers in the air.
“For medical expenses.”
She froze. A few slaps didn’t warrant that much money, did they?
Confused, she looked at him. “No need, Mr. Fu. I’m fine.”
“You won’t be in a moment.”
He placed the check back on the desk, his expression turning cold as he adjusted his coat.
“I haven’t settled the score with you yet—for hurting Lei Shaoxin at the Lei anniversary banquet. Do you remember which hand you used to push her?”
With a glance, he signaled to the bodyguards. They immediately understood. One of them stepped out briefly, leaving behind a simple instruction: “Make sure she gets to the hospital afterward.”
The door had barely closed when a piercing scream echoed from inside the room.
Fu Haoyan frowned slightly at the sound. Good thing Lei Shaoxin had already left—she shouldn’t have to witness something like this.
Thinking of her, his expression softened, a faint smile tugging at his lips. She had come to save someone—and managed to walk away with their shares as well.
A fiery one, indeed.
He then headed up to the casino rooftop.
After leaving the office, the casino manager relayed a message that Fu Haoyan had arranged in advance. Hearing it, Lei Shaoxin made her way to the rooftop as well.
Not long after, Fu Haoyan arrived.
The two of them boarded a helicopter together, heading back to the city.
The next day, Lei Zhiying woke up in the hospital.
Looking at the bandage on her right hand, faintly stained with blood, she clenched her teeth and repeatedly muttered Lei Shaoxin’s name.
In a fit of rage, she swept everything off the bedside table onto the floor.
Lei Zhiying picked up her phone and made a call. The line connected almost immediately.
Back in the city, the South Island project was still ongoing. That morning, the moment Lei Shaoxin stepped into Zhuosheng Group, she felt eyes on her from all directions—making her deeply uncomfortable.
As soon as she entered the meeting room, she was greeted with a chorus of congratulations.
After spending some time working together, the project team had grown familiar with her. A young secretary with shoulder-length hair approached her with a smile.
“Congrats, Sister Shaoxin!”
Lei Shaoxin was completely confused. Seeing her expression, the secretary held up her phone in front of her.
On the screen was a breaking news headline: Lei Shaoxin and He Zhuosheng were set to marry in two months.
One of the project managers joked, “So clueless—still calling her ‘Sister Shaoxin’? You should be calling her ‘Madam Boss’ now.”
The room burst into laughter.
But after reading the news, Lei Shaoxin couldn’t smile at all. She turned and walked out, pressing the elevator button.
Her access card had the highest level of clearance, allowing her to go straight to the top floor.
When she reached He Zhuosheng’s office, she swiped her card by the door. The automatic door had barely opened a crack when she called out his name.
Once it opened enough, she stepped inside—only to find the office empty.
Hearing her voice, the secretary hurried in. “Miss Lei, Mr. He hasn’t returned yet—he’s still in Macau.”
“Is there anything you need? I can pass along the message,” the secretary asked politely.
“No need,” Lei Shaoxin replied, gesturing for her to leave.
After glancing around the office, a faint smile appeared on her lips. She turned and walked out, lowering her head to type on her phone.
[Wenwen, we move tonight.]
Message sent.
With He Zhuosheng away, it was the perfect opportunity to return to the records room.
That night, Lei Shaoxin was dressed entirely in black. A mask covered her face, leaving only her sharp, fox-like eyes visible. Her long hair was tied into a loose bun for ease of movement.
Hu Wenwen’s voice came through her earpiece.
“All surveillance cameras in the building are down. One team of guards is patrolling the 12th floor, another is starting from the first floor and heading up. Move fast.”
Lei Shaoxin had been waiting in the shadows outside. The moment she heard the signal, she didn’t hesitate—she slipped through the emergency exit and headed upstairs.
Security had been tightened. There were twice as many guards at night as during the day.
The guards used elevators for patrols, moving floor by floor. Normally, employees would use the stairs to avoid waiting, but at this hour, the building was empty—no one would be there.
With Hu Wenwen’s help, the electronic lock on the records room had already been disabled. Lei Shaoxin slipped inside quickly.
From her previous scouting, she knew exactly where to go. Using a flashlight, she found the correct cabinet, pulled out the box, and sat on the floor to search through the files.
There were too many documents—it took time.
Then Hu Wenwen’s voice came urgently through the earpiece.
“Shaoxin, guards are on the seventh floor—hurry!”
Realizing she couldn’t check everything one by one, Lei Shaoxin paused briefly, then reached deep into the bottom of the box. As expected, her fingers brushed against something with a kraft-paper texture.
She set down the flashlight, held the stack of files steady with one hand, and pulled it out with the other.
It was a sealed kraft envelope.
She tore it open immediately, pulled out the documents inside—and a smile curled at her lips. It was exactly what she had been looking for.
“Got it.” She slipped the papers back into the envelope.
“Guards are already in the elevator—they’re heading to the eighth floor. Hurry!” Hu Wenwen urged.
There was no time left. Lei Shaoxin shoved the scattered files back into the box, returned it to the cabinet, and pushed the door shut—though it didn’t fully close.
With no choice, she rushed out of the records room and slipped into the stairwell, quietly shutting the door behind her.
At the exact moment the door closed—ding—the elevator arrived.
As she ran down the stairs, the motion-sensor lights flicked on above her head. She looked up in alarm.
While descending, she spoke urgently into her earpiece:
“Wenwen, the stairwell lights—they’re turning on wherever I go. Disable them, now!”