Rain lashed the glass, and the lights in the hospital's emergency room were cold and dazzling.

"Doctor, hurry, his arm is injured!" Ning Nanxue's voice trembled slightly as she supported Jiang Tingchen and walked quickly towards the emergency bed.

Manager Song followed closely behind, looking anxious, and shouted to the nurse, "Where's the stretcher? Hurry up!"

Jiang Tingchen's face was pale, with beads of sweat rolling down his forehead, but he still tried to force a smile: "I'm fine, Xue'er, don't worry."

Ning Nanxue bit her lip and looked at the shocking redness and swelling on his arm. Guilt and gratitude surged in her heart: "It's all my fault. If you hadn't saved me, you wouldn't have been hurt."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Jiang Tingchen weakly raised his other hand, wanting to touch her cheek. The movement touched the wound, causing him to gasp in pain. "Protecting you is my instinct."

The doctor quickly examined Jiang Tingchen's injuries and said in a serious tone, "It's a fractured humerus. It needs immediate attention. Fortunately, he was brought in on time. If he had been any later, I'm afraid it would have affected his recovery."

Ning Nanxue's heart was in a knot as she watched the doctor treating Jiang Tingchen's wound. She turned to ask Manager Song, "Xiao Li, is there any news from the border?"

Manager Song took out her phone and quickly flipped through the messages. "My assistant just sent me a message. The crashed car has been found. It's at the bottom of the cliff. It's completely destroyed." She paused, her face solemn. "We also found a brooch."

The phone screen turned to Ning Nanxue. In the photo, a familiar brooch stood out in the mud.

Ning Nanxue recognized it immediately; it was the one she often wore, and the anger in her heart instantly ignited: "Xu Zhao! They are so despicable and shameless!"

"I knew they would frame me." Manager Song said in a cold tone, "Ning Nanxue, we must not let them go this time!"

Jiang Tingchen endured the pain and heard their conversation, a frost covering his brows: "Xue'er, they want to kill you."

Ning Nanxue took a deep breath, a hint of determination flashed in her eyes: "It just so happens that I also want to settle this account once and for all."

In the president's office of the Fu Group, the atmosphere was suffocatingly oppressive.

Fu Chen slammed his phone onto the table, the screen shattering instantly. "Ning Nanxue! This vicious woman!"

The assistant stood aside, not daring to breathe, and said cautiously, "Mr. Fu, there's news from the border: a vehicle crashed, and a women's brooch was found at the scene. The style is very similar to Miss Ning's."

"Looks like her?" Fu Chen laughed in anger. "I think it's Ning Nanxue's! Killing people to get away with it is so cruel!" His chest heaved violently, and his anger almost swallowed him. "I will make her pay the price! Make her pay for her blood debt with blood!"

In Secretary Chen's office, densely packed data scrolled rapidly on the computer screen.

He stared at the screen, his fingers tapping the keyboard, tracking the flow of funds in Xu Zhao's shell company.

"There's something fishy indeed," Secretary Chen muttered to himself. "All this money ultimately flowed overseas, and each transfer used a different virtual currency. Really cunning."

He then pulled up Fu Chen's recent call records and compared them. "There's something fishy about this overseas virtual number. Is it connected to a local prepaid phone?" His eyes glared. "It seems Xu Zhiru and Xu Zhao are far more sinister than imagined."

In the living room of Ning Nanxue's apartment, the atmosphere was quiet.

"Virtual number, prepaid phone, overseas funds..." Ning Nanxue tapped her fingers lightly on the table. "Xu Zhao has really put a lot of thought into this. Every step has been flawless."

Jiang Tingchen's arm was wrapped in thick bandages, and his face was still a little pale, but his eyes were clear and calm. "The more they act like this, the more guilty they seem. Xue'er, Xu Zhao's funding chain is the breakthrough point. As long as we find out where the funds are flowing, we can find their weakness."

"I thought so too." Ning Nanxue sneered, "Since they want to play, I will play with them to their heart's content." She looked at Jiang Tingchen, "Tingchen, I'm going to trouble you again this time."

Jiang Tingchen looked at her gently: "Xue'er, your problems have never been troublesome."

In the hospital's VIP ward, Xu Zhiru leaned against the bed, her face haggard and her eyes empty. "Ah Chen, I'm still so scared. I always feel like those kidnappers will come back to catch me."

Fu Chen held her hand tightly and comforted her softly, "Don't be afraid, Zhiru. With me here, no one can hurt you." His tone was filled with a barely perceptible harshness, "I will not let Ning Nanxue, that vicious woman, go free. I will definitely avenge you."

A subtle glint of pride flashed across Xu Zhiru's eyes. "Ah Chen, I believe you." She coughed weakly twice. "I just... feel like I'm about to collapse. My mind is a mess, and I keep thinking of some terrible images."

Fu Chen hugged her in his arms with heartache: "It's okay, Zhiru, have a good rest, everything will be fine." His hatred for Ning Nanxue deepened a little bit.

Manager Song's fingertips tapped the keyboard, his tone hurried: "We've tracked it down to the 'Flying Eagle' Internet Cafe in the south of the city. The surveillance footage is being downloaded."

Ning Nanxue sat on the sofa, her knuckles turning white: "Xu Zhao is really careful."

Jiang Tingchen stood in front of the French window, the night reflected in his deep eyes: "Being too careful will only lead to flaws."

A few minutes later, Manager Song turned the computer screen towards Ning Nanxue: "Look, Xu Zhao, it's clear."

In the video, Xu Zhao, wearing a baseball cap with the brim pulled down, sneaked into the corner of the Internet cafe, skillfully operated the computer, and transferred virtual currency.

Ning Nanxue's eyes were cold: "The evidence is conclusive."

"What's the next step?" Manager Song looked at Ning Nanxue.

Ning Nanxue curled her lips into a cold smile: "Release it anonymously, so that Fu Chen can 'see clearly' who he trusts."

Jiang Tingchen walked to Ning Nanxue and said in a calm tone: "Public opinion will be on our side."

"Public opinion?" Ning Nanxue scoffed. "I want more than just public opinion."

Fu Group, President's Office.

"Bang!"

There was another loud bang, and Fu Chen swept the documents on the table to the ground, raging: "We've been investigating for so long, and we haven't found anything? Ning's accounts are as clean as if they were washed with water!"

Secretary Chen stood in front of the desk, head lowered, and said cautiously, "Mr. Fu, there is indeed no problem with the Ning Group's financial statements. The audit team also came to this conclusion."

"No problem?" Fu Chen laughed in anger. "No problem is the biggest problem! That bitch Ning Nanxue must have made preparations long ago! She transferred all the money away and washed it clean. Wait for me to investigate!"

"But, Mr. Fu..." Secretary Chen hesitated to speak.

"Speak!" Fu Chen said impatiently.

Secretary Chen said stubbornly, "People are spreading the news about Xu Zhao transferring virtual currency in an internet cafe... and the flow of funds... It's very unfavorable to us."

Fu Chen's face turned pale, and he grabbed Secretary Chen by the collar: "Video? What video?"