Five o'clock in the afternoon, in a villa in the suburbs of Beijing.

Renault sat on the leather sofa in the study.

The projection screen in front of me was playing Gu Youran’s concert at the planetarium.

He watched this video more than twenty times.

Never get tired of watching it.

He held a glass of whiskey in his hand, but he didn't take a sip.

Lei Yiming knocked on the door and came in, handing the tablet to Renault. "Boss, it's confirmed. Fernando has changed his route back home by sea."

Renault put down his glass and took the tablet.

In the video, Fernando was surrounded by more than a dozen bodyguards as he stepped off a luxury yacht. He was playing with the ancient silver coin in his hand, a smug smile on his face.

"What's going on?" Renault's voice was like ice.

"After the plane made an emergency landing, they immediately switched to a spare speedboat." Lei Yiming pulled up the route map. "Using the cover of a thunderstorm, they rendezvoused with the yacht on the high seas in two hours and forty-seven minutes."

"By the time our people discovered it, it was too late to stop it."

Renault put the tablet on the coffee table, picked up the untouched glass of whiskey and drank it all in one gulp.

The alcohol burned his throat, but it couldn't suppress the surging anger.

"He's still as cunning as ever."

Lei Yiming hesitated for a moment, then spoke again, "Boss, Country Y is his territory, we..."

"I know." Renault interrupted him, "but he thinks he can rest easy like this?"

He stood up and walked to the French window.

"Contact our people in Country Y. I want to know his next move."

Lei Yiming nodded, "I understand."

…

At the same time.

VIP ward of Beijing John Hospital.

When Chu Beiyuan woke up, he found himself lying on a hospital bed.

He subconsciously tried to prop himself up, but it affected the wound on his thigh, and severe pain instantly spread throughout his body.

"hiss--"

He gasped, cold sweat running down his forehead.

"Master, you're awake!" The bodyguard standing by the bed stepped forward immediately, but was pushed away by Chu Beiyuan.

"Who sent me here?!" His voice was hoarse, and there was rage in his eyes.

"Yes, we found you in the basement..." The bodyguard was frightened by his ferocious expression and stammered, "You were covered in blood... We immediately..."

"Trash! They're all a bunch of trash!"

The bodyguard lowered his head and dared not breathe.

They knew in their hearts that those who had hurt the young master so badly were definitely not ordinary people.

Chu Beiyuan lowered his head and looked at his legs.

Although it was wrapped in layers of gauze, blood could still be vaguely seen.

Every wound screamed in pain, reminding him of last night's humiliation.

"Renault..."

He clutched the bed sheet tightly, his knuckles turning white.

That madman actually dared to treat him like this!

But in this situation, he had to swallow his anger and choose to be patient.

"My father, what happened?" He suppressed his inner anger and his voice regained some calmness.

"The master has been discharged from the intensive care unit and his condition has stabilized." The bodyguard responded quickly.

Just at this moment, the door of the ward was pushed open.

A nurse slowly walked in pushing a medicine cart.

As soon as he raised his eyes, he saw Chu Beiyuan's gloomy face and shrank back in fear.

"Mr. Chu...Mr. Chu, it's time to change the dressing..." The nurse's voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzzing.

Chu Beiyuan lifted the quilt expressionlessly.

The nurse gasped as the gauze was peeled off layer by layer.

Twenty-seven wounds were neatly arranged, and the deepest stitches looked as hideous as a centipede.

"Surprised?"

Chu Beiyuan's mouth suddenly curled up strangely, and he said coldly, "It was just an accidental break of the mirror."

…

Eight o'clock in the evening, at the Shi family's old house.

Shi Zhengyang sat on the sofa holding Tao Nianwan's hand, gently stroking the back of her hand with his fingertips.

Not far away, Su Manyun sat on a carved chair, holding an exquisite teacup in her hand.

However, her slightly trembling fingers betrayed her inner unrest.

She stared at Tao Nianwan's smooth face, and a sinister glint flashed in her eyes.

"Nian Wan," said the old lady with a kind smile on her face, trying to break the tense atmosphere, "Man Yun specially prepared the best blood swallows for you, you..."

"No need, I'm on a diet lately."

Tao Nianwan spoke in a flat tone and didn't even turn his head to look at Su Manyun.

It exudes a sense of alienation that keeps people at a distance.

Shi Zhengyang took over the conversation, "Mom, Wanwan's diet is now carefully prepared by a professional nutritionist, and each one is strictly arranged according to her physical condition."

As he spoke, he picked up a longan, peeled it skillfully, and placed it in the small celadon plate in front of Tao Nianwan.

Su Manyun suddenly chuckled, but there was a hint of coldness in her laughter.

"Brother Zhengyang's technique in peeling longan is more skillful than last year."

She deliberately dragged out the last word and changed the subject, "Nian Wan, do you remember? Just last year at the family dinner, you praised the osmanthus cake I made as better than that made by a Michelin chef."

Tao Nianwan had no time to respond.

Shi Zhengyang had already passed the longan on the plate to her lips, "Try this. It was just airlifted from Lingnan this morning. It's very fresh."

Tao Nianwan obediently took her husband's hand and took a light bite. Immediately, her eyebrows curved and she smiled.

"sweet."

She turned to look at Su Manyun, "But compared to last year, I love this new taste even more."

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