Jiang Jinyu, who was in a high-end club in Taipei, suddenly sneezed.

His alluring female companion lay half-reclined in his arms, thoughtfully handing him a glass of red wine.

"Is someone missing you, Mr. Jiang?" The woman's voice was alluring, her eyes filled with seductive charm.

Jiang Jinyu rubbed the bridge of his nose. Upon hearing this, his languid demeanor vanished, his eyes turning dark and cold. He hooked his long, slender fingers around the woman's chin and slowly brought her closer. He parted his thin lips slightly and said, "Get lost!"

The woman's embarrassment vanished instantly, replaced by terror. He gently pushed her, and she fell to the ground.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Jiang! I offended you, I'm so sorry! Please forgive me this time..." the woman said pitifully, trying to gain sympathy.

However, the man's heart was harder than iron once the tenderness had faded. He coldly watched her plead for mercy in a low voice, as if he hadn't been the one who had just been entwined with her in a passionate kiss.

The large private room fell into a brief silence because of what happened in this corner.

Jiang Jinyu, who was rubbing the rim of a wine glass with his fingertips, suddenly looked up, his fox-like eyes holding a half-smile.

"You said it yourself." He whispered, glancing at someone in the corner of the private room out of the corner of his eye. "Goodness, I'll let you off the hook as long as you can win him over."

The woman begging for mercy: "..."

The smile on her face was more painful than her tears. Her gaze fell on a corner, and her body trembled uncontrollably.

She wanted to continue begging for mercy, but Jiang Jinyu had clearly lost interest in her and didn't even spare her a glance.

The situation quickly faded from public attention. Jiang Jinyu sat alone on the sofa, legs crossed, fiddling with an unlit cigarette between his fingers, ignoring the terrified cries for help from the other end.

Only after the door was opened and closed again, and the woman left crying while clutching her chest, did Jiang Jinyu finally dare to look up at the man in the corner.

"Brother, so many years have passed, how come you still look the same?" Jiang Jinyu teased.

The man glanced at him indifferently: "I'm just here to warn you not to bring trouble to the Wen family. You should know that yourself."

Jiang Jinyu was no longer lost in thought. His face, hidden in the shadows, was inscrutable. After a long while, he chuckled, "Big brother, are you so sure I'll lose?"

"Do I need to repeat who you've offended?" The man had already stood up. "Don't tell anyone about what we saw tonight."

“By the way,” he paused, “if the He family asks, I will make it clear that you have long since severed ties with the Wen family.”

After speaking, the man went straight out, and the private room fell into a deathly silence. After a long while, Jiang Jinyu chuckled and raised his hand to smash the wine glasses on the table all over the floor, making a 'bang bang bang' sound.

"Oh dear, who has angered President Jiang? President Jiang, I have a group of female college students here. I'd like to call them over for you to take a look."

Jiang Jinyu paused, growing impatient, and slowly nodded: "Let's call them over to take a look." Then he lazily sprawled out on the soft sofa.

...

This wasn't the first time Jiang Zhixing had accompanied his mother to social events; as he was going to inherit the Jiang family business in the future, this kind of thing would be a frequent occurrence.

But this was the first time he had asked to come.

As he emerged from the restroom, Jiang Zhixing glanced down at the messages on his phone, his expression calm.

[President Jiang is in private room 3033. But I don't recommend you go there now; a young woman who was a hostess just ran out of that room crying.]

When Jiang Zhixing saw this news, his eyes grew even colder. As expected, none of those photos were wrong about him... Heh.

Keep an eye on that private room. Let me know if anything unusual happens.

Although I don't know what grudge you have against this Mr. Jiang, the things you've assigned me to do are all extremely risky, and look at the price...

Jiang Zhixing pursed his lips and immediately transferred 200,000 yuan to the other party.

The final payment will be transferred to you at midnight tonight.

Thank you! Thank you, boss! I guarantee I'll complete the task!

...

At that time, the VIP ward on the top floor of a private hospital in Tainan was unusually quiet.

The man with his head wrapped in gauze was pale and would occasionally drift into a daze, as if he hadn't recovered from the car accident.

He Liyu had only been there a short time, and he didn't show any eagerness towards the silent man.

"Is my grandfather really a murderer?" Chen Ming asked anxiously.

He Liyu didn't rush to answer the question. Sitting on the small sofa didn't affect his demeanor at all, and his suit didn't have a single wrinkle.

His slender fingertips tapped lightly on the sofa armrest, making no sound. "He's dead. There's no point in asking that question."

After a pause, He Liyu continued, "But as you can see, you and your father have been approached by your grandfather's former employer. They want to eliminate you to prevent any future trouble."

He wasn't trying to scare Chen Ming at all; Chen Ming had personally experienced all the recent events.

Chen Ming took a deep breath, his expression becoming even more unpleasant. He stubbornly looked at the man sitting calmly opposite him, his tone indignant.

"Why should I believe you? Could it be that you're planning to kill us?"

He Liyu pursed his thin lips, lifted his eyelids and looked at him indifferently: "If you think this can vent your unease, then you can do as you please, but I am not your punching bag, I hope you understand."

“To be precise, I am the victim.” He Liyu smiled faintly, but the smile did not reach his eyes. “I do not want to make things difficult for you, but my wife has been missing for nine years, and today I only want to give her justice. As for your Chen family, just like nine years ago.”

Chen Ming was speechless, staring blankly at him with his bloodshot eyes, his lips pursed and his fists clenched tightly. After a long while, he slumped back in his chair as if all his strength had been drained, and turned to look out the window.

"You're right. Without your protection, my dad and I might have died without knowing why. I'm sorry, I acted impulsively just now."

He Liyu readily accepted his apology and nodded: "So what do you want to show me?"

Chen Ming: "I'm sorry, I didn't bring it. I came here to see what kind of person you are... but I put the things in a completely safe place. You can send someone to find them if you need them."

He was eager to explain that he had not lied to him.

He Liyu seemed to have expected this, his expression unchanged as he quietly looked at him: "Have you seen that document?"

Chen Ming shook his head honestly, "Never seen it."

“Hmm,” He Liyu stood up, lowering his eyes, and said, “Rest well. I will have people protect you until this matter is resolved. If needed, you can also be summoned as a witness. I wonder if you…”

"I'm willing! Thank you, Mr. He, for not implicating the rest of the Chen family." Chen Ming smiled bitterly.

He is the sinner of the Chen family. If it weren't for him, Grandpa would never have needed to cooperate with that kind of person, which ultimately led to his own death and caused President He's family to fall apart.

He nodded in satisfaction at Chen Ming's sensible and courteous treatment, and said, "Get some rest."

After he finished speaking, he left directly. As soon as he stepped out the door, Assistant Ji had already investigated Jiang Jinyu's recent schedule.

"President Jiang has been spending a lot of time at a club called L lately. What are your plans?"