On Monday morning, Boyifang was like a pot thrown into boiling water.
Complete chaos.
The stock price plummeted, partners abruptly terminated contracts, media outlets broke the news overnight, and employees were filled with anxiety.
The entire company was in chaos; everyone knew—something terrible had happened.
The atmosphere in the CEO's office was frighteningly tense.
Yan Zhou, accompanied by several senior executives, stood in front of Jing Min's desk, their expressions tense, and reported the situation one by one.
"...It has been confirmed that the information was leaked from a confidential asset chain. The content is complete and unaltered, and it is highly likely that it was done by an insider. The data is so precise that it is almost impossible for outsiders to obtain it."
Another high-level opening:
"These types of files can only be read by the president's office; access is locked, and even the vice president doesn't have login privileges."
Someone muttered to themselves:
"So that means... no one but the CEO himself can take that data?"
The sound was clear at first, but it got lower and lower as it went on.
As if realizing he had said something he shouldn't have, he fell silent.
Jing Min sat behind his office chair, silent and with a livid face.
His gaze remained fixed on his phone screen—the message he had sent an hour earlier.
When asked if Chu Wuyang had eaten, the status was still "unread".
He hesitated before typing a few lines:
Are you busy? Do you want me to come pick you up...?
I was afraid she would bother me, so I deleted her in the end.
"President Jing," Yan Zhou suddenly spoke up to remind him.
"We need to decide as soon as possible whether to initiate an internal investigation; the shareholders have already—"
"go out."
Jing Min suddenly looked up and interrupted him coldly.
A deathly silence fell over the office.
The crowd exchanged glances, dared not utter a word, and quickly withdrew.
They didn't even dare to close the door too loudly.
The room quieted down.
Jingmin lowered his eyes and stared at his phone again.
As he slowly swiped his finger over the "unread" message, a deep meaning welled up in his eyes.
He suddenly realized that she hadn't replied to him in a long time.
It seems like he hasn't seen her in a long time.
She would always find a way to avoid him whenever he wanted to meet her.
Did he give her too much freedom?
Jing Min stared at the unread message, silent, her fingertips gently stroking the edge of her phone.
The air in front of him stirred.
He looked up and saw Yan Zhou standing there, looking hesitant to speak.
"Is there anything else?"
Jingmin's tone was indifferent.
Yan Zhou seemed to have mentally prepared himself before finally speaking:
"Rumors have started circulating online that you have a family history of mental illness."
"I checked, and it's an official report issued by a genuine medical institution."
Jing Min paused, then slowly raised his eyes.
Yan Zhou continued:
"We've already tried to suppress it behind the scenes, but... the atmosphere inside and outside the group is extremely tense, and we're too busy to take care of ourselves."
"Old Master Jin and Jin Qilin are putting pressure on us at the same time. If the report is leaked to the outside world at this time, the board of directors may use 'unstable mental judgment' as a reason to remove you from all decision-making power."
Jing Min didn't say anything, just stared at his phone and fell silent again.
The look in his eyes was too deep and calm, revealing not a trace of emotion.
Yan Zhou became increasingly anxious as he spoke.
"President Jing, the leak of our confidential documents is a legal matter that can be addressed by law. If you are willing to come forward and explain... the company's reputation can still be salvaged."
"Besides, with your abilities, even if we start from the bottom, we can climb back up—"
He paused abruptly, his voice gradually lowering.
President Jing is too quiet.
It's as if they don't care about all these losses at all.
He clearly understood the seriousness of the situation, yet he had no intention of even stepping forward.
even……
Yan Zhou suddenly realized a detail.
Jingmin didn't even ask who the leaker was.
No, there's no need to ask.
Because he already knew.
Otherwise, such an important document, with such a layer of encryption... would be impossible for outsiders to access.
Except for himself.
Or, Miss Chu.
For a moment, Yan Zhou's breath hitched, and he seemed to be rooted to the spot, looking at Jing Min in disbelief.
Could it be her?
But if it wasn't her, who could have done all this?
What terrified him even more was that—if it really was Miss Chu who leaked the secret,
President Jing knew all along, but he didn't say a word from beginning to end.
What exactly... was his motivation?
At that moment, the office door was pushed open.
Li Yan walked in looking flustered, followed by Mingxiu, who had been "exiled" some time ago.
"President Jing, something has happened to the Chu family."
Li Yan blurted it out almost without thinking.
He spoke very quickly:
"Old Master Jin has made his move."
"The Chu family was already severely weakened by Zhou Heng's affair, and its capital chain and credit system were on the verge of collapse."
"Moreover, we are related to the Chu family by marriage and have frequent business dealings. This time, before Boyifang itself could even stabilize, they took advantage of the situation—"
"Along with KOALA and other subsidiaries, major shareholders announced a withdrawal of funds this morning, draining their liquidity..."
Jing Min's eyelids twitched, but his face betrayed no emotion.
He didn't respond immediately, but asked in a low voice:
"How is she?"
Li Yan was stunned for a moment.
"Hmm? You mean Miss Chu?"
Jing Min gave a soft "hmm," her fingertips still lightly tapping the edge of the screen.
Li Yan hesitated for a moment before replying:
"She may now realize that we at Boyifang are already stretched thin... so she is seeking help from others."
Jingmin didn't speak, but simply lowered his eyes.
Her lips were cold and sharp, and she was as still as a reef beneath icy water.
Seek help from others?
How could she not tell her husband, who was the first to know about such a big thing?
Did she see that Boyifang was failing? But isn't that what she wanted?
Is it wrong of him to give in to her in everything? What exactly went wrong?
If you try to control her forcefully, she will feel disgust and aversion.
Go along with her, and she'll get rid of him.
"Go and find out where she is."
Li Yan went out after receiving the order.
———
The Peninsula Hotel downstairs restaurant,
Chu Wuyang stared blankly at her phone screen, which lit up and then went out repeatedly.
I resisted the urge to answer the call.
Across from her, Yang Jinchu thoughtfully placed the sliced steak in front of her, his gaze sweeping over the name displayed on the caller ID of her phone screen.
"Stop looking, let's eat first,"
Chu Wuyang did not react.
Yang Jinchu gripped the knife and fork tightly in his hand.
"Yangyang, the weather's changed, it won't be convenient to go back later... I've booked a room upstairs."
Chu Wuyang froze, glancing out the window.
The fog was heavy, the sky hung low, and the wind, carrying a damp feel, blew in from the street corner.
The rain seemed imminent.
Chu Wuyang turned back, her gaze fixed on him, her lips pursed, and she silently agreed—
"The situation has indeed changed."
She lowered her eyes, turned her phone over, and spoke in a calm tone that betrayed no emotion.
"Then I won't go back."
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