Meanwhile, at the Blue Moon Club.
Li Zheyuan was unaware that he was about to face a terrible disaster.
He opened the picture Su Wenxue sent him, turned the phone screen to Qin Mingyue beside him, and said with a smile, "Mingyue, look."
Qin Mingyue turned her head to look, her eyes flickering slightly, and her red lips curved into a barely perceptible smile. She feigned surprise and asked, "What is this?"
Li Zheyuan put his phone away, took a sip of his drink, and a mocking smile appeared on his lips. "Shi Miao's competition supplies have been damaged. She's definitely going to lose her qualification now."
Qin Mingyue was secretly overjoyed, but on the surface she frowned and said with some disapproval, "Didn't you promise me you wouldn't do this kind of thing? What if you get found out?"
Li Zheyuan said nonchalantly, "Don't worry, it's not like I broke it. Besides, Su Wenxue isn't stupid; she'll definitely clean up the USB drive. The school won't be able to find anything."
No sooner had the words left his mouth than the door to the private room was suddenly kicked open.
Li Zheyuan frowned, raised his eyelids to look at the door, and was about to explode: "Who the hell is so blind..."
When he saw who it was, his expression changed slightly. "What do you want?"
Why is Ye Chuan here?
Isn't he one of Ji Yanchen's men?
Ye Chuan glanced at him, said nothing, crossed his arms and leaned against the door frame, and said in a low voice, "Fu Jin, take him away."
Fu Jin nodded, lifted his foot and walked towards Li Zheyuan, exuding a chilling aura.
Li Zheyuan's eyelids twitched, and he broke out in a cold sweat. His hand gripping the glass tightened slightly, and he forced himself to remain calm as he asked, "Young Master Ye, what have I done? Why are you taking me away?"
Ye Chuan raised an eyebrow, his smile not reaching his eyes, and said casually, "He didn't do anything, he was just looking for death."
Li Zheyuan was completely dumbfounded. How did he end up courting death?
I haven't offended them, have I?
Before he could figure it out, Fu Jin had already subdued him and was leading him toward the door.
Li Zheyuan couldn't break free at all, and hurriedly turned his head to look at Qin Mingyue sitting on the sofa behind him, his eyes filled with panic, "Mingyue!"
He knew that Qin Mingyue was usually close to Xie Sizhou and the others, so she might be able to put in a good word for him.
Seeing this scene, Qin Mingyue guessed that Ji Yanchen must have found something. She was extremely flustered and wished she could sew Li Zheyuan's mouth shut. Why was he calling her name now?
But if she distances herself now and doesn't say anything in support, what if Li Zheyuan just shifts all the blame onto her?
Seeing this, Qin Mingyue had no choice but to stand up, glancing at Ye Chuan standing at the door, and whispered, "What did Li Zheyuan do? He's been with me all afternoon, so he shouldn't have done anything. Could you please do this for my sake..."
Ye Chuan scoffed, interrupting her before she could finish speaking, his tone quite impatient: "What face do you have?"
Qin Mingyue pinched her palm, her face turning from pale to red, burning as if she had been slapped.
"Fu Jin, let's go." Ye Chuan patted off non-existent dust from his clothes, his gaze, which was half-smiling, fell on Qin Mingyue. "Don't worry, if it turns out that this matter really has something to do with you, Brother Chen will naturally take good care of you."
Qin Mingyue's heart skipped a beat. She clenched her fingertips tightly, her face beyond description. Her delicate oval face was completely bloodless, and she looked extremely disheveled.
They could only watch helplessly as Li Zheyuan was taken away.
Qin Mingyue finally panicked. She swayed slightly, her legs went weak, and she collapsed onto the sofa. Her face was as pale as paper, and she was panting heavily, feeling like she couldn't breathe.
What if Li Zheyuan really implicates him as well?
Qin Mingyue didn't dare to think any further. With trembling hands, she picked up her bag and hurriedly left the private room.
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Meanwhile, Ji Yanchen and Shi Miao had just returned to their residence.
Ji Yanchen glanced at the message Ye Chuan had sent on his phone, his eyes darkened, and he looked up slightly at the girl on the stairs. "I'm going out for a bit. Call me if you need anything."
Upon hearing this, Shi Miao turned her head to look at him, lazily hummed in agreement, and didn't ask him what he was going to do. Right now, all she wanted to do was to quickly redo the software.
Ji Yanchen watched the girl go up to the second floor before turning around and leaving.
Twenty minutes later, in a quiet apartment.
"Master Chen." Fu Jin opened the door and stepped aside to let the man in.
Ji Yanchen hummed in agreement, walked to the living room sofa and sat down, putting his long legs on the coffee table. He slowly lit a cigarette, and wisps of smoke swirled around his slender fingers.
He raised his eyes, his gaze lazily sweeping over Li Zheyuan's face, carrying a chilling sense of oppression. "You had Su Wenxue steal the USB drive?"
When Li Zheyuan met his dark eyes, he immediately felt a chill creep up his spine to the top of his head, and his back broke out in a cold sweat. Only then did he realize why Ji Yanchen had suddenly wanted to find him.
A flicker of panic crossed his eyes, and his face paled. He hurriedly shook his head and denied it, saying, "Mr. Chen, I don't know what you're talking about, and I don't know this Su Wenxue."
Ji Yanchen propped his forehead up with his hand, his beautiful eyes half-closed, and a slight smile played on one corner of his lips as he casually said, "Fu Jin, chop off his right little finger."
"Yes." Fu Jin stepped forward and grabbed Li Zheyuan, who was so frightened that he was backing away. He was so fast that before Li Zheyuan could react, he had already pressed his right hand onto the coffee table. Then he took out a small but extremely sharp Swiss Army knife from his pocket.
Li Zheyuan stared at the cold, gleaming blade, trembling with fear. He had never seen such a terrifying display of power in his life; he had only ever seen it in movies. He never imagined that something like this would happen to him.
His teeth chattered as he shouted, "Master Chen, I'll talk! I told Su Wenxue to steal it!"
Ji Yanchen lowered his leg from the coffee table, leaned over, and stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray. His face was cold, exuding an invisible pressure. "Where is Qin Mingyue?"
Li Zheyuan swallowed hard, his fingertips tensing, his head lowered, not daring to look the man in the eye, his voice hoarse: "It has nothing to do with her. I took it upon myself to let Su Wenxue steal it. She knew nothing about it from beginning to end."
Ji Yanchen's lips curled into a casual smile as he leaned back on the sofa, glancing at him with a languid and aloof tone: "Fu Jin, continue."
"Yes, Master Chen." Fu Jin held the knife to Li Zheyuan's right little finger, about to cut it off.
The cold blade pressed against his fingers, and a constant chill seeped through his skin. Li Zheyuan was so frightened that he abandoned his role as a protector of the flower, his legs trembling. He hurriedly said, "Qin Mingyue told me that she didn't like Shi Miao and didn't want Shi Miao to win the competition. In order to please her, I asked Su Wenxue to steal the things Shi Miao used in the competition!"
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