As evening approached, Chu Wuyang slowly opened her eyes.

The room was quiet, with the last rays of sunlight filtering through the gaps in the curtains, and the sky was already darkening.

She sat up; the warmth of his touch still lingered on the headboard before he left.

She gently opened the door to the lounge; the office was empty.

Even the sound of breathing seemed to echo.

She glanced at the time—it was just time to get off work.

As she reached the office door, she paused instinctively, then gently pushed it open a crack to peek out—

Behind the glass wall of a conference room not far away, the lights were bright, and a group of people sat around a long table on both sides.

Someone is standing up and speaking, their expression excited and their gestures rapid.

The documents were spread out on the table.

It was clear that the atmosphere was tense and fraught with danger.

Jingmin sat at the very head of the table.

He didn't speak, his long, slender fingers resting on the armrest, half his face hidden in the light and shadow, his eyes as indifferent as if listening to a play, completely still.

A cold white light shone down on his head.

Its silhouette is extremely cold and sharp, and its calm and oppressive aura can be felt even through the glass.

He seemed to exist outside of that world, yet also like a silent mastermind controlling the entire situation.

Chu Wuyang looked at it for a few seconds, then looked away and went back to her office.

She picked up her bag and was about to leave when her gaze inadvertently swept over the desk.

The computer screen was still lit.

Her steps faltered slightly.

He didn't lock his screen?

She hesitated for a moment, her knuckles tightening slightly on the bag strap, as if she had made a decision.

Then he turned around, walked back to his desk, and sat down.

He reached out and clicked the mouse.

On the screen was an encrypted report that was only half-edited.

Chu Wuyang's heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason.

She took a deep breath and continued turning the page with her fingertips.

The screen was filled with a dense array of data files.

It's all about Boyifang's core asset chain, hidden shareholder structure, and fund transfer records.

And several strategic merger and acquisition drafts that have not yet been disclosed to the public.

Chu Wuyang's gaze sharpened, and her fingertips unconsciously gripped the table tightly.

These materials were clearly not intended for outsiders.

Even—it's not a level that any high-ranking official can easily access.

She knew very well what this meant.

As long as these are handed over... the knife in Jin Qilin's hand will be enough to pierce Boyifang's heart.

He didn't need to besiege the city, he didn't need a single soldier; all he needed to do was press the "verify" button.

The entire group could collapse overnight.

She knew all too well that Jin Qilin wouldn't give Jing Min any breathing room.

Like the rest of the Jin family, he was ruthless to the core and would never show the slightest pity to a fallen prey.

Jin Qilin doesn't completely trust her.

However, these encrypted files will become her token of "surrender".

Once she gives him her hand, he will trust her.

But if he trusts her, he has trusted the wrong person.

In that instant, she could almost hear her own heartbeat hitting the ground.

Her hand trembled.

Finally, I pulled the USB drive out of the bag and took it out from the bottom of the compartment, then plugged it into the computer.

A progress bar showing "Copying" popped up in the lower right corner of the screen, and the beeping sound was like needles pricking eardrums in the silence.

She watched the progress bar tick by tick, her knuckles gripping the mouse so tightly that her fingertips turned white.

Once this step is completed, she will have essentially pushed Jingmin to his death.

But she won't regret it.

She knew what she was doing.

Jingmin's life is far more important than Boyifang's.

As long as he can safely return to the Jin family and take control of everything—Jin Qilin will surely die.

That was her real goal.

So this time, she had to "betray" him first in order to clean up the mess for him.

Get rid of Jin Qilin, the biggest obstacle in the Jin family preventing Jingmin from becoming the head of the family.

Even if the price is being hated by Jing Min forever.

The progress bar has reached 100%, copying is complete.

Chu Wuyang quickly unplugged the USB drive and was about to exit the interface when...

But then I suddenly noticed a hidden file at the bottom of the folder—the name was unusually unfamiliar, and the format didn't resemble the company's standard template.

She frowned slightly and clicked on it.

Is it a hypnosis report?

She thought she already had all of Jingmin's treatment records; she had read them all thoroughly, including all the ones Dr. Lina had given her.

This one, however, has never appeared.

Did Jingmin see another doctor on his own?

The sending organization was identified by an unfamiliar foreign medical system, and the document annotations clearly stated that...

"At the patient's strong request, the hypnotherapy has been discontinued."

The reason section contains only one short line:

"This therapy has potential side effects that may affect the patient's emotional center, especially their long-term perception of their loved ones."

Chu Wuyang was stunned.

He knew about this side effect from the most authoritative doctor a long time ago.

So he didn't give up and was still looking for other doctors?

So the treatment was stopped because of this "side effect"?

It turns out he wasn't refusing treatment or avoiding rehabilitation.

He just...

He didn't want to "forget" her.

He didn't want any external force to erode or dilute his feelings for her.

Even if the price is enduring longer pain and breakdown.

My eyes suddenly stung with tears.

She suddenly bit her lower lip, suppressing the emotions that were about to surge.

Scrolling down, a system note resembling an encrypted diary appeared:

"The patient proactively requested to accept all neuroelectric stimulation therapies, requesting that the complete memory and emotional connection be preserved, especially that the deep attachment response to a specific person not be interfered with."

"This type of electrical stimulation already represents the highest level of pain intensity in conventional treatments. The patient voluntarily signed a no-liability agreement, clearly stating that as long as it does not affect their emotional perception of their loved one, they are willing to endure any pain."

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