Ning Nanxue's fingers paused on the cold folder.

That's it!

My heart was pounding like it was about to burst out of my throat. "Draft of Exclusive Cooperation Agreement," every word was glaring.

She held her breath, tried her best to stop her fingertips from shaking too violently, and turned the pages one by one, pressing the camera button on her phone quickly.

The scope of cooperation, the timetable, the direction of funds... When she took the most critical picture - Martin promised to assist Fu's acquisition of Ning's shares - her elbow accidentally touched the paperweight on the corner of the table that was holding down several pieces of paper.

"Bang!" The jade paperweight jumped on the table. The sound was not loud, but in the silent study, it was like a thunderclap.

Ning Nanxue shuddered all over and almost dropped the folder in her hand.

"Mr. Fu? Are you in there?" The maid's timid voice came from outside the door, and the footsteps stopped at the door.

Ning Nanxue's head buzzed, and almost instinctively, she quickly stuffed the folder back to its original place and smoothed it out roughly.

The maid waited at the door for a few seconds, but heard no response. She muttered something and the footsteps slowly faded away.

Ning Nanxue finally dared to breathe a sigh of relief and quickly put the paperweight back in its original place.

Her palms were wet, and it was definitely not possible to leave the study directly, as it would be too obvious.

She calmed herself down, opened the study door, and walked towards the bathroom as naturally as possible.

Just as he reached the door, Fu Chen came up the stairs with a cup of coffee, and the two almost bumped into each other.

"You..." Fu Chen frowned and glanced between her face and the study door behind her.

Ning Nanxue's heart tightened, but she forced a smile on her face: "What's wrong? I saw that you didn't come back, and I was embarrassed to leave."

Fu Chen hummed, then moved aside to let her pass, but his eyes were still filled with scrutiny.

Ning Nanxue ran into the bathroom as if escaping, turned on the faucet, and splashed cold water on her face. The person in the mirror looked a little pale.

She tidied her hair to make herself look no different from usual, then slowly walked out.

Fu Chen was no longer in the corridor, probably going back to his study.

When Ning Nanxue returned to her car, she realized that her back was soaked with sweat.

She started the car and blended into the night traffic, then opened the photo album on her phone with trembling hands.

The photos flashed by one by one, and when she zoomed in on the signature at the end of the agreement, she froze - an exquisite personal seal, it was Martin's!

There is another line of small words below: "Party to be signed: Fu Chen".

This isn't a draft! This is the official contract Martin has already signed, waiting for Fu Chen to put pen to paper! Fu Chen, he actually...

She immediately called Jiang Tingchen, her voice still a little dazed: "Tingchen, I took a picture... It's not a draft, Martin has already stamped it! Look at the picture!"

Jiang Tingchen was silent for a few seconds. When he spoke again, his voice was as heavy as iron: "Fu Chen is crazy."

"That's right, he wants to torture me to death." She paused, "He's willing to do anything to get me to death."

Midnight.

Xu Zhao switched the surveillance footage, and a familiar license plate number made his eyes light up. It was Ning Nanxue's car, which had just driven out from Fu Chen's house.

"There's something fishy going on at this hour." He muttered, and quickly dialed Martin's encrypted line. "Boss, Ning Nanxue just came out from Fu Chen's place."

On the other end of the phone, Martin's voice was slow and leisurely: "Oh? Got it. Send a few people to 'escort' Miss Ning and let her get home safely."

"Understood." Xu Zhao hung up the phone and rubbed his arms. This "good send-off" might even result in someone's death. He didn't want to get too involved.

Ning Nanxue drove into the Yanjiang Tunnel. When the lights dimmed, she subconsciously glanced at the rearview mirror.

Three black cars followed her not far away, not too close, and caught up with her not long after she left Fu's house. At first, she tried to comfort herself that it was a coincidence, but now they also followed her into the tunnel, and their intentions were obvious.

She gripped the steering wheel tightly.

What should she do? Force her way in? Or... Just as her mind raced, the tunnel exit flashed red and blue, and a cordon was drawn with a sign saying "Tunnel Maintenance, Temporarily Closed."

What a coincidence?

The three black cars also slowed down obviously, looking a little at a loss.

A man in uniform came over and knocked on her car window. "Ms. Ning, right? Mr. Jiang asked us to pick you up. This way, please."

Before Ning Nanxue could come to her senses, the car door was opened, and several people "invited" her into a shiny black bulletproof car next to them without saying anything.

The movements were so skillful.

As soon as she sat down, she heard a chaotic commotion behind her, as if someone was shouting.

She turned around and saw through the darkened car window several blinding beams of light. Several figures were pinned to the ground. One of them was... Xu Zhao? How could he be here? Jiang Tingchen had cast a wide net.

The police's infrared thermal imager passed through the night, clearly illuminating the outlines of the weapons held in some people's hands.

The sirens whistled away and the bulletproof car drove smoothly out of the tunnel.

The car was so quiet that only the sound of breathing could be heard. Ning Nanxue breathed a sigh of relief, reached into her bag, and found a USB drive.

There was a portable computer in the car, and she plugged the USB drive into it, but there was only a single audio file.

Click on it.

The background noise in the recording was a bit noisy, but the conversation between the two men was frighteningly clear.

"Mr. Fu, how should we divide the fat piece of meat of Ning's?" It was Martin's voice with a smile.

"I want Ning Nanxue to have nothing." Fu Chen's voice was cold as ice.

There were also some more disgusting plans that were sporadically mentioned later, about how to dismantle the Ning family step by step and how to "deal with" all the people who got in the way.

Ning Nanxue's hands and feet turned cold when she heard this.

Fu Chen was at the board meeting, tapping his fingers unconsciously on the mahogany table, trying hard to maintain his composure.

The atmosphere in the meeting room was not right, and the faces of several old directors looked a little ugly.

"Director Zhou," Fu Chen said, his voice devoid of emotion, "tell us about the expenses for overseas market expansion last quarter."

Zhou Zheng, the Finance Director who had been named, adjusted his glasses and turned on the projector. A diagram of capital flows popped up, with arrows zigzagging and winding, ultimately pointing to an unfamiliar overseas company.

"Mr. Fu, fellow directors," Li Ming's voice was particularly clear in the overly quiet conference room. "Three months ago, you approved 50 million yuan under the name of 'technical cooperation fees' to be paid to this overseas company called 'Morning Star Technology.' Our finance department checked and found that the money passed through several hands before ultimately entering Mr. Martin's personal account in Switzerland."

The conference room was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, and then it exploded.

"Fifty million!" Director Zhang slammed the table, causing his chair to slide back with a harsh sound. "Fu Chen! What's going on with this money? Why don't you say something?"

Director Wang's face turned pale. "Fu Chen, everyone knows what kind of person Martin is. How dare you say this money has nothing to do with the Ning family's mess?"

Fu Chen's temples were throbbing. He tried to suppress the throbbing, but it was impossible. "Everyone, there's a misunderstanding here. 'Morning Star Technology' is a project we were discussing..."