Wen Liang stood with a cigarette between his teeth, emanating an inherent delinquent air. Just standing outside the elevator door, he radiated an aura of ferocity.

If not for the delicate, snake-faced female companion standing beside him, it would have looked like he was about to rush in and start a fight.

Unfortunately, Fang Jiamao was also quite the young master. After hearing what Wen Liang said, he also laughed mockingly, “Who the fuck are you?!”

“Oh my, Mr. Wen,” the female companion cooed, clinging to his arm and pressing her body against him. “Why bother getting upset with someone like him?”

Hearing this made Chen Die’s bones feel weak.

Indeed, that woman was like a thousand-year-old fox spirit, while she still lacked training.

She could only mentally give the woman a thumbs-up from afar.

Wen Liang turned his head and gave the woman an emotionless glance, removing the cigarette from his mouth, “Let go.”

Just that one phrase immediately frightened the fox spirit into hastily releasing her grip, her face turning pale as she obediently stepped aside.

Wen Liang looked at Chen Die, “Come out.”

Fang Jiamao grabbed her wrist, heroically saying, “If you’ve got a problem, come at me!”

Wen Liang stared at their hands, tapped his cigarette to drop some ash, paused for a second, and then exploded in rage. He grabbed Fang Jiamao’s collar and slammed him against the elevator wall with a loud bang.

His anger always came unexpectedly and without warning. The elevator shook violently, and Chen Die screamed in fright, “Wen Liang!”

Fang Jiamao heard her voice and looked at her in surprise.

Wen Liang curved his lips slightly, gripped Fang Jiamao’s neck and shoved him back, then pulled Chen Die out of the elevator to the side.

“Getting bold, are we? Learning to lie to me now,” Wen Liang said, looking down.

“I was planning to go home, but I ran into a classmate,” Chen Die nodded toward Fang Jiamao. “High school classmate. You probably don’t remember him.”

Wen Liang couldn’t be bothered to listen to her introduction, “Go home.”

“No,” Chen Die quickly replied.

Wen Liang ran his tongue over his teeth, returning to a stormy state, “Say that again.”

“I said no,” Chen Die looked at the pitiful female companion behind him and curved her lips. “It seems Mr. Wen still has business to attend to. I won’t disturb you.”

Wen Liang pulled her into his arms and raised his hand to her face, “Jealous?”

Just as Chen Die was about to deny it, he pinched her ear, rubbing it in an extremely intimate manner. He lowered his neck, bringing his face very close, his breath just inches away.

“Her face, figure, and personality are all far inferior to yours,” Wen Liang didn’t care if his female companion heard, laughing hoarsely. “What’s there to be jealous of?”

With two onlookers watching, Chen Die pushed him away.

Wen Liang clicked his tongue, immediately restrained her with one hand, and bent down to bite her lips in a kiss.

He was doing it deliberately.

After a moment, he straightened up again. Born a madman, he looked satisfactorily at her smudged lipstick.

He raised his hand to wipe his lips, leaving a deep red stain on the back of his hand. Then, with a flick of his finger, he opened Chen Die’s small purse hanging across her chest and took out her spare lipstick, putting it into his pocket.

“I’ll return it tonight,” he said suggestively.

Then he turned and left.

The female companion hurriedly followed, stopping to turn back and glare hatefully at Chen Die.

Crazy dog!

Chen Die exhaled heavily, raising her hand to brush her long hair back, looking at the shocked Fang Jiamao beside her, shrugging and smiling.

“…Who was that just now?” Fang Jiamao asked.

“Wen Liang, CEO of Wen Yuan Group,” Chen Die said. “My boyfriend.”

Fang Jiamao looked even more shocked, making various sounds before finally managing to say, “Why does he look so familiar? I’ve never met any Wen Yuan CEO before.”

“He’s the one who taught Chen Shuyuan a lesson in high school.”

Fang Jiamao suddenly realized, leaning back, “So you and him since high school—”

“No, after high school graduation.”

Fang Jiamao nodded, immediately pulling out a cigarette and putting it in his mouth, taking a hard drag.

Chen Die found his reaction amusing, “Just curse if you want to. Don’t hold back.”

Fang Jiamao immediately said, “What a fucking idiot!”

Chen Die nodded, “You’re too restrained. He’s a madman.”

Seeing that she didn’t mind, Fang Jiamao continued cursing. Their room was at the end of the hallway, with a bathroom in between. Chen Die went in to clean the lipstick that had smeared outside her lips.

When she came out, Fang Jiamao was standing against the wall, still looking incredulous and despairing.

He seemed to have had a revelation and asked as soon as Chen Die came out, “You like that kind of madman?”

Chen Die paused, then admitted frankly, “Yes, I like that kind of madman.”

Just as Fang Jiamao had said, the private room contained only a few high school friends, with none of Chen Shuyuan’s crowd.

As soon as they opened the door, everyone cheered.

“Hey, our campus beauty is finally here! You’re hard to meet up with these days!”

“Indeed, it took Master Mao personally going to pick you up.”

Chen Die smiled and took a seat.

Everyone chatted about various topics. Chen Die wasn’t very actively involved, only speaking when directly addressed.

“By the way, Butterfly, what are you planning to do after graduation? Enter the entertainment industry?”

“Yes, if there’s an opportunity, I’ll probably act in films.”

Several people laughed and said, “Then I should get your autograph early. Once you become a big star, you won’t have time to see us anymore.”

Chen Die joked back, “I’ll sign ten for you in a bit.”

After chatting for a while, they started playing cards. Chen Die didn’t know how to play, so she continued chatting with several other girls. By evening, everyone was too lazy to move, so they ordered food to eat in the private room.

At eight o’clock, Chen Die got up to go home, stopping by the restroom first.

After the earlier incident with Wen Liang, with her lipstick stolen, she couldn’t even touch up her makeup.

After washing her hands, as she passed a private room, she suddenly heard some faint sounds.

Having been with Wen Liang for so long, she was quite corrupted and immediately guessed what was happening inside the room. Still, she instinctively turned her head to look.

An unbearable sight greeted her.

Several people intertwined together.

Chen Die froze for a moment.

Just as she was about to step away, Fang Jiamao and three others came up behind her, arms around each other’s shoulders, whistling lewdly, “What’s our Butterfly looking at here?”

One of them peered through the glass into the private room and immediately exclaimed, “Whoa! They’re going all out in there!”

Fang Jiamao rolled his eyes, “Boring.”

“Why leave? Let’s watch for a bit.”

Fang Jiamao was pulled back, and as he stumbled, he remembered to lock his arm around Chen Die’s neck, dragging her back as well.

The people in the private room were doing such things yet hadn’t even locked the door. The four of them crashed into it by momentum, with someone accidentally hitting the door handle while looking for support.

With a loud crash, all four of them fell in together.

Chen Die was nearly choked unconscious and took a fall. Still dizzy and disoriented, she heard angry shouting from behind.

“Police! Hands on your heads! Everyone against the wall!”

Chen Die: “…”

Since early this morning, everything had been happening in a very strange way.

Half an hour later.

“Name.”

“Chen Die.”

“Gender.”

“…Female.”

“What were you doing there?”

“Just passing by.”

The police officer across from her raised an eyebrow, “Just passing by and you fell in?”

Chen Die unhesitatingly pointed at Fang Jiamao, who was also giving his statement, “He dragged me in with his arm around my neck.”

Fang Jiamao cursed and pointed to the side, “That fat guy pulled me.”

Police officer: “…”

They had witnessed the process of several people falling in, so naturally didn’t suspect they were related to the half-naked people inside. However, the nature of the incident was special.

“It’s like this. The people you saw were experiencing drug withdrawal symptoms. We suspect they’re connected to a drug trafficking case we’ve been tracking recently,” the police officer said. “You’re all still students, right? Please show your IDs. I need to contact your guardians.”

Chen Die’s fingers paused, and then she took out her ID card from her bag.

The officer took it and looked up at her, “You’re not a local?”

“No, I came here to study when I was 16.”

When the Chen family brought her to Yan City, they were interrupted by Wen Liang, so her registered residence remained unchanged.

“Are your parents in the area?”

“No.”

“Do you have a friend who can vouch for you? Give me a contact number.”

Chen Die took out her phone, found Xia Ying’s number, and gave it to him. The officer was about to record it when the police station’s landline rang.

He put down his pen and answered the phone, “Hello, Yan City Police Station.”

The person on the other end said something, and he stood up quickly, “Oh, oh, Chen Die—the ‘die’ with the mouth radical, right? Yes, she’s here at our station.”

Chen Die looked up.

The police station phone was very old-fashioned with poor sound insulation.

She heard Wen Liang’s voice.

Half an hour earlier.

Wen Liang entered his office. Qu Huan was sitting on the sofa and turned his head at the sound, immediately changing his expression to anger, “Wen Liang! What do you think you’re doing?!”

He threw a letter violently onto the table, its contents spilling out—a personnel arrangement notice.

Qu Huan, as a founding member of Wen Yuan Group, held fifteen percent of the shares and had a branch manager position. Yet this young rascal had directly notified him, a shareholder, that he was being fired.

The assistant followed in and placed two cups of tea on the coffee table.

Wen Liang sat on the sofa, looking lazy, “Director Qu, have some water first.”

“Wen Liang, I didn’t say much when you replaced so many people after taking over the company. Do you think I’m a pushover? You should at least call me uncle!” Qu Huan’s face reddened.

“Yes, Uncle Qu,” Wen Liang complied. “I’m helping you with what I’m doing now.”

Just as Qu Huan was about to explode, Wen Liang’s assistant placed a file in front of him. One glance made his hands and feet go cold.

“Embezzlement, job-related theft—these amounts are criminal offenses. I’ve checked. You’ve tied up this money in stocks and can’t produce it. If reported, Uncle Qu, you’d likely be having dinner at the police station tonight.”

Wen Liang then pulled out a share transfer contract, “If Uncle Qu can sign this document, no one else will know about these matters, and I’ll cover the embezzled funds for you.”

…

The Wen Yuan Group, under the Wen family’s management, had gradually expanded through several major acquisitions, extending its reach overseas to become one of the top corporate groups in the country.

Wen Huaiyuan had two sons. Wen Liang was the eldest, born to his deceased wife. Later, he had a younger son with his second wife, named Wen Qian.

For such a large family, having a mother or not determined the fate of the two children. Under the constant influence of his new wife, Wen Huaiyuan indeed favored his younger son more.

Of course, Wen Liang lived up to expectations—half a lifetime of rebelliousness and unpredictable temper, like a beast raised in the wilderness. In his youth, he believed in solving everything with his fists, causing countless troubles.

He successfully made Wen Huaiyuan lose patience with him and simply threw him into a military camp for training.

Originally thinking he would be more restrained after two years, on the first night after Wen Liang’s return, his assistant reported: The young master had picked up a strange girl from the roadside and brought her to his residence.

What kind of nonsense was this?!

Wen Huaiyuan was truly as dissatisfied with his eldest son as possible.

However, he suddenly fell ill, and Wen Qian was still in his third year of junior high. With other shareholders coveting his power and waiting to strike, he had no choice but to temporarily hand over authority to Wen Liang.

Unexpectedly, Wen Liang’s approach was ruthless, decisive, and uniquely insightful. Several successful investments stabilized the company.

Then, in the past two years, he had systematically dismantled and rebuilt the company, replacing old blood with new, changing all important positions to new people loyal to him, and implementing a complete undercut strategy against his own father.

Soon, news of Wen Liang acquiring Qu Huan’s fifteen percent stake spread rapidly.

People discussed it extensively.

“Looks like President Wen is setting up to usurp power?”

“I smell the scent of blood and violence.”

“But for President Wen, couldn’t the company be his through a marriage alliance anyway?”

“Doesn’t President Wen have a girlfriend? Rumor has it they’ve been together for several years.”

“Huh? Is that rumor true?”

“Ah Li saw them. About half a year ago, Li came back to get something late at night and saw our President Wen put a woman on his desk. Tsk, tsk, amazing.”

Zhu Qitong silenced everyone and walked into the office nervously.

“President Wen.”

Wen Liang looked up.

“Miss Chen, she—” Zhu Qitong secretly took a deep breath, “has been taken to the police station.”

The police officer in front of Chen Die hung up the phone and said, “Your boyfriend will be here shortly.”

Chen Die raised an eyebrow, “Shortly?”

The police officer paused, “He said he can’t get away right now but will come later.”

Chen Die laughed softly twice, thinking that the police did serve the people, being so considerate of her feelings.

She had heard Wen Liang say, “—keep her there for now.”

The night was gradually falling, and the city was entering its noisy nightlife phase.

The parents of the others arrived quickly, signed documents with curses, and took their children away.

Chen Die wasn’t locked up but sat on a chair nearby. Her phone had died, and she was bored, leaning to one side.

Her shiny black hair fell along one side of her neck, exposing her luminously white neck.