The next day, at the Qin Group headquarters, in the president's office on the top floor.
Behind the huge desk, Qin Yuzheng was listening to the report from his chief assistant Ji Yan.
The April sun shone brightly through the floor-to-ceiling windows, outlining his cold and perfect profile.
"Mr. Qin, as per your previous instructions, the acquisition evaluation of Xingchen Entertainment has been completed. The report shows that the company has serious financial fraud issues, and its artist contracts contain numerous gray areas, posing extremely high tax risks."
"Also," Ji Yan's voice was steady and calm.
"We've noticed that the brokerage team of Ruan Weiwei, a new talent the company is promoting, has attempted to contact senior executives of several companies competing with us for land in the eastern part of the city through informal channels. They appear to be trying to leverage... certain personal relationships to influence our decision-making. This is the initial evidence chain."
He placed a thin, encrypted document on the table.
Qin Yuzheng glanced at the cover of the document without opening it.
He picked up the black coffee on the table and took a sip, his movements neither hurried nor slow.
"The Xingchen issue will be handled as planned, and the evidence will be handed over to the relevant authorities."
His voice was low and cold, without any emotion.
"As for that artist..." He paused, and tapped his fingertips lightly on the smooth tabletop, like a judge dropping a gavel.
"Make her disappear completely."
"I understand, Mr. Qin." Ji Yan bowed and responded without any questions.
There are countless ways to hide her, ban her, dig out all the negative information and explode it, or simply let the capital behind her completely abandon her...
There was a gentle knock on the office door.
Qin Yuzheng raised his eyes and said, "Come in."
Qin Yuheng pushed the door open and walked in.
Today he wore a soft light grey cashmere sweater paired with casual trousers. He looked less fierce than he did at the banquet last night and more lazy and docile at home.
He was holding an exquisite insulated lunch box.
"Brother, are you done? Aunt Zhang made your favorite coconut chicken soup and asked me to bring it to you."
He had a bright smile and clear eyes. He walked straight to the huge desk and placed the lunch box on the small table beside it. His movements were natural and familiar.
Ji Yan immediately bowed tactfully and said, "Boss Qin, I'll go take care of Xinghui's matter first."
He picked up the documents on the table and quickly left, leaving the space for the brothers.
Qin Yuzheng's gaze fell on Qin Yuheng, his deep eyes were like a cold pond, calm and without ripples.
Qin Yuheng seemed unaware of his brother's all-seeing gaze as he opened the food box on his own, and the rich aroma instantly filled the air.
He scooped out a small bowl and carefully placed it in front of Qin Yuzheng, with a childish look of flattery on his face: "Drink it while it's hot, brother. You must not have eaten well last night."
Qin Yuzheng didn't take the bowl, but just looked at him, his voice unable to tell whether he was happy or angry: "Did you have fun last night?"
Qin Yuheng paused slightly while scooping the soup, then raised his head, a brilliant and innocent smile spread across his face, his eyes sparkling: "It's okay, the auction is just so-so. However..."
His tone changed, with a hint of mischief, as if he was complaining, "Brother, I found something quite interesting."
"Oh?" Qin Yuzheng raised his eyebrows slightly.
"That little star named Ruan Weiwei," Qin Yuheng leaned in closer, lowering his voice as if sharing a secret. But his eyes gleamed with cunning and undisguised malice.
"She actually wants to take advantage of you! She even tried to get close to me, wanting me to help pass on a message."
He curled his lips in disgust.
"Don't you see your own worth? You're full of the smell of the world, and you're trying to imitate others' scheming. Your methods are so clumsy that they can't even compare to a finger of Ning Yunmeng's back then. You're really like a toad wanting to eat swan meat."
His tone was brisk, with a bit of the arrogance of "disdain" that is unique to teenagers, as if he was just commenting on an insignificant and boring toy.
Qin Yuzheng listened quietly, his face still expressionless.
He reached out and took the bowl of soup from Qin Yuheng's hand. The warm porcelain surface ironed his palm.
"So?" he asked calmly.
Qin Yuheng blinked, and his smile became even brighter, with a hint of pride as if he was seeking credit, and also a hint of deep, cold possessiveness.
"So I just play with her. Give her some sweet treats, let her think she's so charming that she can get on my high horse, and take her mind off you. So that she won't be so ignorant and bother you again."
His tone was relaxed, as if he was just playing a game to pass the time.
"Brother, what do you think of my handling of the situation? Isn't it more interesting than just crushing someone to death?"
He used the most innocent and harmless tone to say the most cruel and playful things.
He wove a gorgeous dream for Ruan Weiwei, making her think that she had climbed onto a high branch, but in fact he was only leading her to the edge of a higher and steeper cliff.
And what finally pushed her down didn't even require him to do it himself, just a casual word from him.
Qin Yuzheng scooped up a spoonful of clear chicken soup and brought it to his lips. His movements were graceful and calm.
He didn't look at Qin Yuheng, but his eyes fell on the slightly shaking soup in the bowl, as if it reflected the fleeting glimpses of the banquet hall last night, and the terrified face of the woman who was praised to the sky but was about to fall into the abyss.
"Hmm." A faint response escaped his throat. It was impossible to tell whether it was agreement or just an acknowledgement.
The smile on Qin Yuheng's face instantly widened, like a child who had received the highest reward, pure and satisfied.
He no longer mentioned Ruan Weiwei, as if that name and that person had been completely swept into the garbage dump of his memory, just like the ashes of Ning Yunmeng in Songshan Sanatorium.
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