A week later.
The president's office is on the top floor of the Qin Group headquarters building.
The air conditioner was turned on high, blocking out the little warmth that was left in the April afternoon.
Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, the city skyline gradually lights up as dusk falls, like a cold galaxy.
Qin Yuzheng sat behind a large ebony desk, his pure black suit jacket casually draped over the back of the chair, revealing his meticulously crafted white shirt underneath.
He had just finished a lengthy conference call on a cross-border merger and acquisition. There was a barely perceptible trace of fatigue between his brows, but his eyes were still as sharp as a hawk as he scanned the last encrypted document presented by his assistant Ji Yan.
The document was a thick stack of the final investigation report on Xingchen Entertainment.
It records in detail the company's shocking financial fraud, yin-yang contracts, tax black holes, and the chain of evidence that its artists (especially Ruan Weiwei) and their management team have recently attempted to contact Qin's competitors through informal channels and try to exert "influence".
Qin Yuzheng's gaze stayed on the name "Ruan Weiwei" for less than a second.
His fingertips tapped lightly on the smooth, cold tabletop, and the sound was particularly clear in the silent office.
"Xingchen's issue will be handled according to established procedures. The evidence will be handed over to the tax authorities, the public security bureau, and the China Securities Regulatory Commission."
His voice was low and steady, without any emotional fluctuations, as if he was reading out a pre-written verdict, "All relevant responsible persons, without exception."
"I understand, Mr. Qin." Ji Yan stood solemnly with his hands hanging down, his voice also calm.
Qin Yuzheng's fingertips tapped the table again, like a judge bringing down the final gavel, deciding the fate of that name: "As for that artist, it's resolved."
"Yes." Ji Yan answered without any hesitation.
He quickly jots down the key points on his electronic notepad and adds, "We have evidence of some rather blatant 'private dealings' between Ruan Weiwei and her management team and Mr. Wang from Dingfeng Capital."
"In addition, some of her earlier inappropriate livestream comments and videos of her making slips of the tongue touching on sensitive topics have been restored by the technical department. If released simultaneously, combined with Xingchen's collapse and the tax investigation, it will be enough to completely eliminate her position in the industry."
"The international medical beauty endorsement she just negotiated, the other party's party is very concerned about public image. After receiving the 'hint', they immediately expressed their intention to terminate the contract and reserved the right to pursue a huge penalty."
Ji Yan's report was concise and efficient, like a precise scalpel, instantly stripping away all the foundations on which Ruan Weiwei depended for survival.
The pursuit of liquidated damages for medical beauty endorsements will be the last straw that breaks the camel's back for her.
Qin Yuzheng picked up the black coffee on the table and took a sip. He didn't even frown as the bitter liquid slid down his throat.
His eyes fell on the icon of the group's internal communication software that was jumping on the computer screen - the top avatar with only a simple symbol "&".
The office door was pushed open silently.
Qin Yuheng walked in. He wasn't wearing a suit, just a soft off-white cashmere cardigan, a light grey cotton T-shirt underneath, and casual trousers. He exuded a homely, lazy and gentle air.
He didn't hold a lunch box, but an exquisite bone china tray with two steaming cups of black tea and a plate of freshly baked scones that smelled of butter.
"Brother, is the meeting over? Have some tea and take a break." His voice was clear and warm, like the evening breeze in April.
He walked straight to the desk and put the tray down gently, his movements skillful and natural.
His eyes swept over the documents and electronic notebook in Ji Yan's hands, as well as the serious and businesslike look on Ji Yan's face. A hint of understanding and cold mockery flashed across his beautiful phoenix eyes in an instant, so fast that it seemed like an illusion.
Ji Yan immediately bowed and said, "Boss Qin, Second Young Master, I'll go take care of Xinghui's matter first."
He put away the documents and notebook and retreated quickly.
Qin Yuheng did not touch the black tea immediately, but walked around the large desk and went to Qin Yuzheng.
He leaned forward slightly, placed his hands very naturally on Qin Yuzheng's broad shoulders, and began to knead them with moderate strength.
His fingers were long and strong, and his fingering technique was quite good, obviously he had learned or practiced it specially.
"Are you tired? You look so frowned." His voice was low, with a kind of intimate complaint and heartache, and his breath brushed Qin Yuzheng's earlobe faintly.
"Just let your subordinates handle those annoying things, don't always do it yourself."
Qin Yuzheng did not refuse this sudden massage. He even leaned back slightly and relaxed a little.
He picked up the black tea brewed by Qin Yuheng. The tea soup was bright red and had a rich aroma.
He took a sip and the taste was just right.
"Has Xingchen's situation been dealt with?" Qin Yuheng asked casually while kneading his brother's tense shoulder and neck muscles, his tone as relaxed as if he was asking what's for dinner.
"Yeah." Qin Yuzheng put down the teacup and responded lightly.
Qin Yuheng slightly increased the strength of his fingertips and pressed on a sore acupuncture point, bringing a comfortable sense of relief.
He lowered his head, leaned close to Qin Yuzheng's ear, and lowered his voice even lower, with a bit of childish pride and credit-seeking.
"Brother, am I smart? That day by the swimming pool, I saw at a glance that woman was trying to play tricks again and pounce on you. Her little tricks were even worse than Ning Yunmeng's back then. They were so stupid."
He scoffed, his tone filled with undisguised contempt: "You still want to pretend to fall? Your acting is so fake, it makes me embarrassed to watch. Fortunately, I reacted quickly, otherwise she would have touched you, how disgusting."
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