Chapter Two: Three Messages

After arriving at the company, Yin Nian felt as if she had lost all motivation for work. In the past, during the morning executive meetings, she would always participate enthusiastically, sharing her thoughts whether or not her suggestions were accepted. But today, she didn't utter a single word throughout the meeting, simply holding a pen and staring blankly at the empty page of her notebook, her mind adrift.

When the meeting ended, General Manager Hu Xuan called her into his office.

“How are things going?” Hu Xuan asked, brewing a pot of tea.

“What things…?” Yin Nian was absent-minded today, lost in thought—yet it was not confusion, but a kind of emptiness born of an unnatural calm, as if her thoughts had drifted away into nothingness.

“Work matters,” Hu Xuan replied, blowing gently on his tea.

Tian Cuiqin felt deeply guilty toward Lin Fenglin. She hadn’t fulfilled her duties as a wife and couldn’t even give him a child, yet Lin Fenglin had cared for her without complaint for more than ten years.

Liu Xiang’s methods were ruthless! That was one of the main reasons Xu Qianqian had always been wary of Liu Xiang. Ever since she learned that her family was considering both a business partnership and a possible marriage alliance with the Liu Group, Xu Qianqian had looked into the only heir of the Liu family, only to be greatly disappointed by what she found.

Leaving the police station, her mental state regressed to those first few days after Su Yi left. But it wasn’t only because of Su Yi; before leaving, Su Bei had also told her something else, almost in passing.

“Where is it? Since you found it, why haven’t you dealt with it?” Bai Hua repeated, quietly getting out of bed, preparing to hide somewhere more secluded and convenient.

In truth, there was no need for the Dutch Braid to give instructions; the special forces had already begun their work. They first placed the corpse into a black plastic bag, then stuffed it into a large garbage bin.

“I’ve had my fill of Western food, but that doesn’t mean I intend to eat with you,” Chen Xi said, her face expressionless.

“Grandma, please don’t hit my parents,” Shen Xue pleaded hoarsely, not daring to pull the old lady away, begging her for mercy.

He chuckled coldly—Ling Xiang had administered a strong dose, and now was discussing matters with Cheng Tianyu, hoping to achieve her goal. Tianzi, I hope you’ll see things clearly soon.

But that didn’t matter. There were plenty of gossipy people online—places like the Tianya Forum were gathering grounds for all kinds of rumors. Lin Yirou’s close friend immediately went online and, sure enough, found a post related to Fang Zuiyun.

This person was a genius who shouldn’t be left to languish here, so he very much approved of Lin Yifan’s decisive personality and methods.

Wu Shiming was confident that his plan was flawless. He didn’t think Yang Fei’er could stir up any trouble, so he might as well stay the night—it was free, after all.

“Stop them, quickly…” Shui Han tried to call out, but saw that everyone leaving, whether by car or on foot, had all collapsed unconscious. What was going on?

“Did she say why she wanted to capture people?” Yan Jun asked with concern. If it was for Mo Jun, that would be manageable. But if Yuan Baojing’s identity had been exposed, that would be disastrous. Given the city’s current state, there was nowhere to run.

All eyes fell on Qin Yan with contempt. Yet those glances, sharp as blades, failed to elicit the slightest ripple in Qin Yan’s expression.

Romario and Susanna offered no objection. In times like these, splitting up would only increase the risk of danger—and possibly cost them their lives. Such things had happened too many times before.

In his furious roar, the surroundings seemed to whirl like a vortex, humming and shaking. Yan Jun jolted awake, slowly crossing the boundary between dream and reality. The window reflected a pale, clear light—a scene of utter tranquility.

Chen Song was just regaining consciousness. He glared at Xiao Zhu, who suddenly stopped what he was doing. Fei’er continued pouring wine for them, probing with indirect questions for a long time, but the two men stubbornly refused to mention the Bird’s Nest at all.

The old man, transformed into a golden-armored deity, hurled a punch at Tang Yan, who had been thrown into the air. Unexpectedly, Qin Yan stepped forward and intercepted the blow before it could reach Tang Yan.

He was certain that Old Wu and his people, being newcomers from out of town and busy inside and out since their arrival, were in no position to leave so soon.