“It’s nothing serious…”
“I just saw you here, Young Master Jiang, so I came over to greet you.”
“This was all arranged by Boss Chengfeng…”
“He told us that no matter the occasion, if we see Young Master Jiang, we must greet him immediately.”
Sun Zi kept bowing and nodding with a bright, eager smile.
He stole a glance at the cold, fairy-like girl in the white dress beside Jiang Che, quickly lowered his head again, sighing inwardly.
As expected of Young Master Jiang—he’s really living the good life!
That stunning, icy beauty wasn’t one bit inferior to the campus belles at Linjiang University. In fact, she might even surpass them.
Only someone like Jiang Che could have the privilege of tasting such beauty.
If it were him, he wouldn’t even dare to dream.
Sun Zi knew himself well. Even with a few hundred million in assets, in front of the truly rich and powerful, he was nothing. Sure, he enjoyed bullying others, but only regular people.
“Boss Chengfeng… Li Chengfeng?” Jiang Che narrowed his eyes. Li Chengfeng was one of his underlings—a heartless, spoiled rich kid with a terrible reputation at Linjiang University. He was one of the city’s infamous playboys, always surrounded by a gang of drinking and gambling buddies.
Clearly, Sun Zi was one of them.
“Yes, that’s him—Boss Chengfeng.”
“If you have no further instructions, Young Master Jiang, I’ll take my leave.”
After saying his piece, Sun Zi was ready to slip away. He had only come to make himself known to Jiang Che. Now that he’d succeeded, he didn’t want to overstay.
He wasn’t clueless—he wouldn’t stick around and become a third wheel, ruining Jiang Che’s time with his girl.
…
“Looks like I still can’t escape the fate of being a face-slapping antagonist.” Jiang Che watched Sun Zi’s back as he left, feeling slightly helpless.
Even though he wasn’t part of Lin Ming’s storyline, judging by the pattern of urban webnovels, if he let Lin Ming grow unchecked, he’d eventually end up being slapped in the face.
After all, Sun Zi had already provoked Lin Ming.
And since Jiang Che was Sun Zi’s boss, and the boss’s boss always ends up next in line in these tropes, how could he possibly avoid getting involved?
Villain logic: beat the younger one, the older one shows up. Beat the older one, then someone even older comes.
Shaking his head to clear away the messy thoughts, Jiang Che decided not to overthink it. He took Xiao Yi’s delicate hand and began their shopping spree.
At that moment, Jiang Che transformed into the classic domineering CEO.
Anything Xiao Yi looked at, he bought—no questions asked.
Time flew by, and soon it was nightfall.
“Alright, talk later.”
Walking hand in hand with Xiao Yi down a brightly lit street, Jiang Che hung up the call. A glint flickered in his eyes.
Lanzi Group was about to collapse. It was the perfect time for him to swoop in and buy low.
Initially, he only wanted to purchase 15% of Lanzi Group’s shares for 1 billion yuan.
But now, 15% no longer satisfied him.
From the start, Jiang Che’s real target wasn’t Lanzi Group—it was Leng Qingqiu herself.
Five sisters. A top-tier mature beauty. Twenty-nine years old. An icy CEO…
With a woman like Leng Qingqiu, stacked with all the best traits, how could Jiang Che possibly pass up the chance?
Tomorrow would be his moment to strike!
“Let’s go watch a movie…” Jiang Che, in a great mood, led Xiao Yi toward the nearby cinema.
…
By the time they returned to Qingteng Villa, it was already 10 p.m.
Throughout the day, Jiang Che had taken the purple-haired loli all around the city, doing almost everything a couple could do together.
“How was it? Did you have fun?”
Jiang Che hugged the little loli in his arms, resting his head on her soft, fragrant shoulder, inhaling the sweet scent of her hair with a slightly dazed look.
Xiao Yi carried a light natural fragrance, mixed with the lavender shampoo she used—it was intoxicating.
She nodded slightly and leaned obediently into Jiang Che’s embrace.
Though her face remained expressionless, her heart stirred with waves of emotion. The calm, unmoved lake within her was no more.
Being held like this by Jiang Che gave her a rare sense of peace.
It was as if he were her eternal shelter, her harbor from the storm—protecting her from the chaos of the world.
“Good girl~”
“It’s getting late…”
“Come on, time for bed. Tonight, I want to see you in white stockings~”
…
Meanwhile, in another corner—while Jiang Che was enjoying Xiao Yi’s gentle embrace—Xiao Chen was experiencing his second night of unforgettable torment.
Inside Holding Cell No. 7.
Xiao Chen sat alone in a corner, staring warily at seven hulking men seated together not far away, whispering to each other.
After last night’s traumatic ordeal, Xiao Chen didn’t dare sleep again.
He was truly terrified—terrified that these men would take advantage of him while he slept, just like the others had.
As a 3rd stage Bright Strength Realm martial artist, Xiao Chen had keen hearing and easily picked up on their conversation. What he heard nearly made him collapse.
These bastards… they were seriously planning to force themselves on him?
And worse… they were even planning to—
Suppressing the rage in his heart, Xiao Chen shut his eyes tightly and covered his ears, no longer wanting to hear another word.
If he kept listening, he feared he’d lose control and attack again.
But the thought of those 100,000-volt electric batons sent a chill down his spine. His body trembled involuntarily.
If he got shocked again, he really might die this time!
He thought staying awake would keep him safe.
But the truth was—these men were under orders to “take good care” of him. They weren’t going to let him off so easily.
The seven men exchanged glances, confirmed their plan, and without a word, walked over to Xiao Chen’s bunk.
Four of them pinned down his limbs. The other three approached with wicked grins, cracking their knuckles.
“You… don’t come any closer!” Xiao Chen’s eyes were wide with fear as he struggled desperately.
After being electrocuted twice, he had suffered serious internal injuries. His body hadn’t yet recovered, and he could barely muster any strength.
His struggles were weak—completely ineffective.
Inside, Xiao Chen was full of helplessness and rage. He was about to break down.
“Hehehe, don’t be so cold, handsome…”
“Be good, let me have a look.”
The leading man grinned perversely, his tone filled with domination.
Xiao Chen’s face was filled with terror. His heart sank into utter despair.
“Brother Jie, please don’t!”