Run

Today is December 30th, and tomorrow is New Year's Eve.

Chu Sinian went out for lunch with Ning Zicheng and Yu Shi, and then sent them to the airport early to fly home for the New Year.

According to custom, the Chu family also has a New Year's Eve banquet.

But who would have thought that the following year would bring him to prison, and it was his own son who sent Chu Zhuang there—a truly shocking story.

After receiving that phone call in the morning, Chu Sinian immediately changed his number, cut off his previous social interactions, and kept only genuine friends and academic-related contacts.

After returning from the airport, he took a shower and stayed in the bathroom for almost an hour before coming out.

The house was suddenly empty, and the wind blew in to keep me company in the desolate loneliness.

Chu Sinian dried his hair and slumped onto the sofa, his whole body going limp like water. He had never felt so relaxed before. It was as if all the filth in his internal organs and limbs had been washed away, and for the first time, he felt the air was fresh.

He left home early and lived alone. In the past few years, he made up for his lack of worldly life through social work, and that's when his reputation for being a womanizer without getting involved with anyone spread.

He grew tired of it all, yet continued his extravagant lifestyle, his days growing more and more decadent.

Later, when more and more people harassed him, Chu Sinian simply used Yu Shi as a shield.

Yu Shi often teased him, saying that Chu Sinian, a playboy, could turn over a new leaf for him.

As the two continued to pretend, their image became deeply ingrained in people's minds.

After he gradually figured out how business worked, he stopped indulging in leisure and instead focused all his energy on making money to gain control of the family business.

During that period, academic and career pressures piled up one after another, almost crushing his spirit.

But human resilience always surpasses human form.

Just like when his mother died, he never thought he would live to this day, nor did he think he could really bring down Chu Zhuang.

Fate never bestows gifts upon people; from the moment he took over the company, every step he took was for today.

Looking at his empty house, Chu Sinian decided to cook himself dinner.

There were no vegetables at home, so he put on a thick white cotton-padded coat and went out.

To his surprise, as soon as he opened the door, the two bodyguards who had just been dismissed were staring at him.

Chu Sinian strategically took a step back, saying, "I'll go out to buy groceries and cook."

The bodyguard with a scar on his face said, "You can't go out."

His tone almost made him think he was the one who had been hired.

He was annoyed and wanted to take a step, so his two strong arms immediately stretched out.

Chu Sinian almost laughed. He had never met such a stubborn subordinate. "You're the boss and I'm the boss. It's just going out to buy some groceries. It's almost New Year's Eve, so let's cook a nice meal together."

The tanned bodyguard glanced at his colleague, then at Chu Sinian, and said, "We can't go too far."

The other bodyguard clearly disagreed, but Chu Sinian ignored him and simply pulled off their clothes and left, saying, "It's just a meal, why make such a fuss?"

It was snowing outside, and the dense, fine snowflakes melted on the cotton-padded coat. Chu Sinian raised his hand, opened his palm, and the distinct and complete snowflakes flowed into his slightly cool palm.

He raised his eyebrows and eyes, grasping the new winter in his hand.

Chu Sinian glanced back at the two bodyguards following him, "Do you miss your families?"

The two bodyguards said, "No."

"Oh, you're so heartless," he joked. "Do you have any favorite dishes? We can buy them together later."

The tanned bodyguard replied, "Would you like some Kung Pao Chicken?"

Chu Sinian raised an eyebrow. “You’re quite good at choosing ingredients. You have to cook them yourself. I’ll only reimburse you for the cost of the ingredients.”

The bodyguard with a scar on his face said, "I can make Kung Pao Chicken."

"Then the head chef position is yours today," Chu Sinian said with a smile.

There was a supermarket not far from their home, and the three of them, without umbrellas and covered in snowflakes, went there.

Chu Sinian stood at the door and shook his head. Sparse snowflakes dripped down, and he shook himself until he was almost completely dry before going inside.

Two bodyguards pushed over a small cart, which somehow shrunk in their hands. Chu Sinian looked on with amusement, and snowflakes from his eyelashes and brows began to fall.

He took the cart and said as he pushed it, "According to custom, shouldn't we bring some New Year's goods?"

The tanned bodyguard said, "It's only needed for visiting relatives; it's for entertaining guests at home."

Chu Sinian glanced at him sideways, "What you said makes sense."

Even so, Chu Sinian did not neglect his habit of eating less. He searched for his favorite snacks but found that there were actually very few.

They strolled around for a while, their carts filled with fruits, vegetables, and meat products, with several bags of snacks and drinks scattered among them, looking very happy.

Chu Sinian was somewhat relieved that the two of them hadn't been dismissed, otherwise he really wouldn't have been able to carry all the stuff in the truck.

They pushed the cart to the checkout counter, paid, and left the supermarket.

Snow was falling outside, but it wasn't too cold.

Chu Sinian, carrying a small bag of snacks, couldn't help but peek inside.

The Belgian biscuits were getting tempting. Chu Sinian took one out as he walked. He was about to bite into the packaging, but stopped when he got close to his mouth and handed it back, saying, "Try it, this is pretty good."

The bodyguard took it, quickly bit open the packaging, and ate it.

Chu Sinian smiled and took one out of his bag, wanting to tear it open and satisfy his craving.

Suddenly, gusts of cold wind blew in, and the soft snowflakes instantly turned into knives, stinging my cheeks.

Chu Sinian's eyes were stung by the snow, and he instinctively turned his head to avoid the wind.

A small truck sped up from behind, and the two bodyguards reacted instantly, trying to pull Chu Sinian back, but the truck crashed straight into them, and their two strong bodies were immediately and mercilessly thrown to the ground under a tree by the roadside.

Several large bags of fruits, vegetables, and meat were scattered on the ground. The bodyguard struggled to get up and weakly said to Chu Sinian, "Quick...run..."

Before Chu Sinian could even move his hand, the thugs rushed over, roughly covered his mouth, tied him up, and put him in the car. As they slammed the door shut, he struggled to look back.

The blood of the two bodyguards stained the soil red. Snow continued to fall, landing on the unconscious body. His eyes welled up with tears, and he uttered incoherently in panic, "And them... call an ambulance..."

A thug shoved him hard with a punch, yelling, "Shut up!"

—

The abandoned factory was filled with clutter, and a chilly wind swept in from all directions. The young man, tied to the steel frame, shivered from the cold, his face pale and weak, as if the wind could pass right through his body.

Chu Sinian lowered his eyes, his face was slightly bruised, and his lips were broken with a few drops of blood, which were caused by the beating he received while resisting.

Footsteps suddenly sounded in the factory, but Chu Sinian didn't look up. Even when a pair of shoes came into view, he still ignored them.

"Chu... Chu Sinian".

Chu Sinian frowned, then suddenly looked up and saw Zhao Jiechao, whom he hadn't seen in a long time, standing in front of him.

Zhao Jiechao was also a little stunned, and looked at him, saying, "You didn't expect this day to come, did you?"

Chu Sinian didn't want to talk to him, but after a few seconds he spoke again: "Why aren't you staying home? What are you doing here meddling?"

Zhao Jiechao gave him a light kick, saying, "You're about to die and you're still talking nonsense. What business is it of yours where I am?"

Footsteps echoed through the factory again, and a group of people escorted a middle-aged man as they approached. A look of satisfaction flashed in their eyes when they saw Chu Sinian.

He rushed forward and kicked him with all his might. Chu Si's head hit the steel head directly, and he let out a muffled groan as blood welled up from his lips.

"You've finally fallen into my hands! My son has been driven to madness and can't speak because of you. I'll make you pay a thousand times over!" Xiao Lin glared at him, took a step back, and waved his hand.

The group methodically lifted Chu Sinian up, while Zhao Jiechao, mixed in with them, could hardly hide his panic. He took advantage of the crowd to slowly retreat to the side.

Seeing Xiao Lin holding a whip and lashing him without holding back, Zhao Jiechao swallowed hard and suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

"Do you know why you were caught?" Xiao Lin asked, brandishing his whip. "Because your father revealed your whereabouts to me, and your movements were very well concealed."

"I didn't expect that all news about you was so tightly blocked, I couldn't find anything no matter how I searched! You didn't expect that, did you? Your father came to tell me, hahaha!"

Chu Sinian coughed, enduring the pain in his body, and couldn't help but start thinking.

He didn't suppress his own news; he knew this day would come sooner or later. Once the evil in people's hearts is unleashed, it can never be extinguished.

He tried his best to dismiss the bodyguards, but he didn't expect that the two who wouldn't leave would drag them into this mess by spending New Year's Eve with him.

Zhao Jiechao gritted his teeth, his heart trembling at the sight of his torn flesh, and quietly left the factory.

Damn it, he originally wanted to team up with Xiao Yu to teach Chen Chi a lesson, but he didn't expect Xiao Yu to be so disgusting, harming so many people behind the scenes.

Before he could even curse him, Xiao Yu was arrested and thrown into jail.

A few days ago, Xiao Lin asked him again if he wanted to take revenge on Chu Sinian. He was surprised that this person was not in jail, so he decided to come and see what was going on.

Unexpectedly, the father and son were both abnormal, just like their mother, who was mentally ill.

Now that we've called the police, we don't know if they'll collude with them.

He gripped his phone tightly, opened a number in his contacts, and dialed it through gritted teeth.

—

Chen Chi opened the window.

Outside the window, endless clouds swirled around him. High in the sky, sunlight slanted down, illuminating his slightly sunken cheeks.

Yi Fan, standing beside him, glanced at him discreetly and said, "Brother Chi can go back and get some rest now."

Chen Chi gave a soft "hmm".

Seeing his listless appearance, Yi Fan secretly admired him.

Since winning the national computer science competition, he has been working alongside Chen Chi. From an unknown strategist to a business tycoon, he has been so busy that he can't tell day from night, and is always on the go.

If he was like this, Chen Chi was even worse. He almost ignored mealtimes every day, eating the most filling food on the way, and never letting any trivial matters take up his time.

He cherished every passing second as if it were his life.

Such a workload took its toll on many people; Chen Chi alone had six people closely following him around.

His relentless work ethic yielded substantial results.

Silian Technology Group burst onto the scene with explosive growth, sweeping away and devouring all companies facing business crises. After merging with the tech upstart Tianrui Group, Silian replaced the Xiao family as the new leader.

Tianrui is the culmination of Chen Chi's hard work over the years, embodying the most cutting-edge technology, while Silian was an unknown player in his industry, but now it seems...

It seems that Si Lian is the most precious thing to him. After Chen Chi figured out the business rules and accumulated wealth and power, he used extremely ruthless and keen means to bring companies under his control. Every step he took was like walking on a tightrope over a thousand-mile cliff. One wrong step would lead to eternal damnation.

Being burdened with huge debts and homeless is the least of your worries.

In Yi Fan's view, Chen Chi showed no signs of taking risks; on the contrary, he took every step steadily.

But he went crazy after he went to Beijing.

He spared no effort to expand the group and instructed them to keep a close eye on Chu Sinian, who was far away in Dong'an.

Upon thinking of that name, Yi Fan secretly glanced at Chen Chi.

I saw him looking down, clutching his phone, fiddling with something on the screen.

Upon closer inspection, Yi Fan saw that the sunlight was shining directly on Chu Sinian's gentle, smiling face as he nodded on the screen.

After getting off the plane, Chen Chi strode forward. The wind, mixed with snow, fell like a curtain in front of him. He quickened his pace, making it difficult for Yi Fan behind him to keep up.

He stuffed his phone into his pocket, but it started vibrating before he'd even fully put it in. With a burst of ringtones, Chen Chi took it out and glanced at the screen—an unfamiliar phone number.

Suddenly, his heart began to pound without warning, one pound after another as if it were about to shatter his chest.

Chen Chi frowned and pressed the answer button.

"Damn, Chu Sinian is about to be beaten to death. I'm in Lane 24 of Dong'an Old Street, there's an abandoned factory there..."

"The boss is in trouble!" Yi Fan shouted, gripping his phone tightly.