As night fell, Miss Shen slowly stepped into the ancient and solemn gate of the Shen family home.
Although her steps were weary, her eyes shone with an indomitable light.
This day was undoubtedly long and difficult for her.
The sudden changes in the stock market forced even the usually composed heir of the Shen family to personally intervene, running around trying to raise enough funds to cope with this unexpected crisis.
The money was eventually borrowed, but at a high price.
The Shen family not only paid exorbitant interest but also had to mortgage some of their family assets. This was undoubtedly a short-sighted solution, but it was the only feasible expedient at the moment.
Miss Shen knew very well that the Shen family's defeat in this battle was not honorable, and could even be described as extremely humiliating.
Originally, it was thought that with the Shen family's resources and connections, they could easily resolve this crisis. However, the situation developed far beyond expectations. Not only did they fail to resolve it quietly, but the Shen family became the focus of attention and the subject of gossip.
Upon entering the house, Shen Biyao did not linger and went straight to the old man's study.
Inside the study, the light was dim and warm. Old Master Shen Wanshan was sitting upright at his desk, flipping through a yellowed ancient book, seemingly oblivious to all the disturbances outside.
Miss Shen reported the loan details in a low voice. Although there was little emotional fluctuation in her words, the heaviness in her voice was self-evident.
After hearing this, the old man simply sighed softly, patted his granddaughter's shoulder, and indicated that everything was preordained and there was no need to worry too much.
Miss Shen nodded, said nothing more, turned and left the study, slowly going up the stairs.
Each step seemed so heavy, yet exceptionally resolute.
Back in her simply yet stylishly decorated room, she gently closed the door, as if shutting out the noise and disturbances of the outside world.
Inside the room, soft lighting added a touch of warmth to the tranquil space.
Miss Shen walked to the wardrobe, slowly opened the door, and took out a soft bathrobe. It was specially made from abroad, with a delicate touch that seemed to take away the fatigue of the day.
She gently loosened her robes, one by one they slipped off, until finally only a snow-white bathrobe remained draped over her body.
She walked into the bathroom and turned on the bathtub faucet. Warm water instantly filled the entire tub, creating wisps of steam that brought an indescribable sense of comfort and relaxation.
Miss Shen gently stepped into the bathtub, her body rising and falling slightly with the ripples of the water, as if the whole world had stood still at that moment.
She closed her eyes, letting the warm water envelop her, and all her fatigue and tension were released in an unprecedented way at that moment.
Beside the bathtub, a crystal-clear glass of red wine sat quietly. It was something she had specially prepared for herself to celebrate the end of this difficult day and to reward herself.
The aroma of red wine slowly permeated the air, mingling with the steam in the bathroom to create a unique atmosphere.
Miss Shen opened her eyes, her gaze sparkling.
She knew that although the crisis had been temporarily alleviated, the real challenges were yet to come.
Although Wen Xi, the so-called "best friend," did not directly participate in shorting the Shen family's stock, Miss Shen's intuition told her that things were far more complicated than they seemed.
Wen Xi's behavior, her attitude, and even some of her unintentional remarks aroused suspicion in Shen Biyao's heart.
In order to find out the truth, he secretly contacted Zhao Wuji, a famous private detective in Hong Kong.
This person is renowned in the industry for his keen insight and extraordinary reasoning ability, and has solved countless difficult cases.
The young lady spared no expense to ask him to investigate Wenxi's background and the truth behind the recent stock market turmoil.
Zhao Wuji has agreed and promised to come tonight with firsthand information he has.
Miss Shen picked up the wine glass next to the bathtub and gently swirled it. The wine spun in the glass, like a dazzling ruby.
She took a small sip, and the rich aroma of the wine blossomed on her tongue, bringing a touch of sweetness and a pleasant buzz.
At this moment, she seemed to forget all her troubles and simply enjoy this rare tranquility and relaxation.
But she knew in her heart that the relaxation was only temporary, and the real battle had just begun.
An hour later, the doorbell rang. Shen Biyao quickly got out of the bathtub, wrapped herself in a towel, and walked out of the bathroom.
She opened the door and saw Zhao Wuji standing outside, carrying a heavy briefcase, his eyes revealing a hint of mystery and confidence.
Miss Shen smiled and invited him into the house, where the two sat down on the sofa in the living room.
Zhao Wuji opened his briefcase, took out detailed documents, and began to recount his investigation findings.
Miss Shen sat quietly on the sofa in the living room, wearing a soft silk nightgown.
The robe was a deep sapphire blue with delicate silver thread embroidery, which made it both noble and elegant, yet still feminine and gentle.
Her long hair was casually draped over her shoulders, with a few stray strands falling gently across her forehead, adding a touch of effortless charm.
Miss Shen's eyes were deep and bright, as if they could see into people's hearts, yet they also inadvertently revealed an indescribable tranquility and serenity.
Holding a glass of crystal-clear red wine, the liquid shimmered alluringly under the light, much like her complex yet expectant mood.
She gently swirled the wine in her glass, occasionally taking a small sip. The rich aroma of the wine blossomed on her tongue, bringing a touch of sweetness and a pleasant buzz, as if it could temporarily dispel the weariness and worries in her heart.
Zhao Wuji sat opposite her, clutching a thick stack of documents tightly in his hand, his eyes revealing a hint of mystery and confidence.
He is a private detective carefully selected by Miss Shen, an industry elite hired at a cost of over one million US dollars, renowned in the industry for his keen insight and extraordinary reasoning ability.
Miss Shen believed that he could uncover the truth behind this stock market turmoil for her.
Zhao Wuji began to recount his investigation findings, each word carrying immense weight, striking directly into Miss Shen's heart.
He described in detail how underground banks in Wenxi had begun to receive large amounts of funds entering Hong Kong several months prior, which then quietly entered the Hang Seng Stock Exchange through complex underground channels.
This discovery undoubtedly confirmed Miss Shen's intuition—Wen Xi had indeed provided the funds in advance, becoming the "ammunition" for this operation to short the Shen family.
Miss Shen listened quietly, her face expressionless, but her eyes grew increasingly resolute.
Miss Shen knew that this battle had only just begun, and she had to remain calm and composed in order to remain undefeated in this war without gunpowder.
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