The next morning, the sky was gloomy, with thick, leaden clouds hanging low, as if brewing a bigger snowstorm.
A black Bentley Mulsanne had already stopped at the entrance of the Xuejian Villa. The driver, dressed in a neat uniform, opened the door expressionlessly.
Ning Yunmeng was wearing a plain white coat, her face was pale, and there were dark circles under her eyes, obviously she had not slept all night.
She carried a small suitcase and walked out of the villa in silence, "accompanied" by the assistant sent by Qin Yuheng.
There was no farewell, no sweet words, only the assistant's formulaic voice: "Ms. Ning, the car is ready to take you back to the Ning family."
Ning Yunmeng paused and looked back at the luxurious yet cold cage. Deep in her eyes was deep hatred and a hint of determination.
She didn't say anything, lowered her head and got into the car.
The car drove smoothly away from the "Yunding" villa, leaving behind the snow-covered snowy land and the nightmare experience. The heater in the car was turned up high, but Ning Yunmeng felt no warmth at all, only a biting cold.
She clutched the cell phone in her pocket tightly, which contained a bomb that could detonate everything.
Back at the Ning family's empty and cold villa, the servants lowered their heads and didn't dare to look at her for a second.
The aftermath of the Shenda storm hadn't yet subsided, and Ning Yunmeng's reputation had plummeted to rock bottom. Even the servants at home looked at her with strange eyes. This pervasive contempt only fueled the burning hatred in her heart.
She locked herself in the room and pulled the heavy curtains tight to block out the gloomy light outside.
She needs time, needs to calm down, and more importantly, she needs an... absolutely safe channel.
She took out a spare phone that she had never used in front of Qin Yuheng and inserted an anonymous SIM card. Her fingers trembled slightly with nervousness and excitement.
She clicked on the encrypted album, and the glaring photo came into view again. Qin Yuheng's obsessed eyes, Qin Yuzheng's hand covering the back of his hand... every detail seemed to mock her stupidity.
She took a deep breath, her eyes becoming fierce and frantic. She began to edit the message, not to send it to the media, but to an email address she had obtained through special channels, which was said to be the email address of Qin Yuzheng's most trusted personal assistant.
This channel is extremely secretive. She accidentally obtained it when she was trying to find out information about the Ning family. She has never used it, and even the Ning family members don't know about it.
She pondered the title of the email for a long time:
[Private Images of Mr. Qin Yuheng - From a Friend Who Cares About the Qin Family's Reputation]
She only typed a few words in the body of the email, but her tone was full of "well-intentioned" concern:
"Hello, Mr. Qin. I'm deeply shocked to have stumbled upon this video. The Qin family has an outstanding reputation, and Mr. Qin Yuzheng is a leading figure in the business world. If this video were to be circulated, it would have an immeasurable negative impact on the Qin family, and especially on Mr. Yuzheng."
[I mean no offense, and I hate to see the Qin family brought to shame. After much deliberation, I have decided to hand this video over to you privately. Please proceed with caution. This is the only copy of the video, and it will be incinerated after viewing. From a friend who wishes to remain anonymous.]
She uploaded the photo as an attachment, checked the accuracy of the email address three times, then closed her eyes and pressed the send button with a sense of almost destructive pleasure.
The notification sound of the successful email sending rang out in the silent room, like the whisper of death.
Ning Yunmeng collapsed on the bed, gasping for breath, her heart beating so wildly that it almost exploded.
She didn't know what the consequences of this email would be. Would it fall on deaf ears, or... trigger a storm she couldn't even imagine? But she had no choice! This was the only way she could think of to push Qin Yuheng into a corner, forcing him to fully help her deal with Ning Xiwan!
She was gambling! She was gambling on how much Qin Yuzheng valued his younger brother, and on how much he would suppress the matter at all costs to protect the Qin family's reputation and his own status!
The key to suppressing this matter lies in... satisfying Ning Yunmeng's condition - completely destroying Ning Xiwan!
She was like a gambler who had lost all her money and put her last chip on the line.
Outside the window, the long-brewing snowstorm finally arrived, and the heavy snow instantly covered the entire world, as if foreshadowing the coming of a huge wave.
Qin Group headquarters, top floor. Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, the city blurred in the snow. Inside, the office was minimalist and painted in a cold, black-gray palette. The air was filled with the faint, cool scent of cedar, just like its owner.
Qin Yuzheng sat behind a large black desk, processing documents. He wore a meticulously ironed dark gray suit, his white shirt buttoned to the top. His face was stern, with deep brow bones, a high nose bridge, and thin lips pressed into a straight line.
His eyes were focused and sharp, like a precise scalpel, dissecting every bit of data on the document. Because of him, the entire space was filled with a silent, suffocating sense of oppression.
The intercom on the desk silently lit up red. Without even looking up, Qin Yuzheng pressed the hands-free button with his slender fingers.
"Boss Qin," came the calm voice of Chief Special Assistant Ji Yan. "An encrypted email, marked as top priority, has been sent directly to your private secure email account. The sender is anonymous, and the content... concerns Young Master Yu Heng."
Qin Yuzheng flipped through the documents without a pause, not even his eyelashes fluttering. Only a flash of icy light flashed across his eyes, deep as a cold pond.
He stretched out his bony hands and typed a long string of complicated commands on the keyboard, opening the encrypted mailbox known only to a very few people.
The email with the eye-catching title jumped out.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
