Qin Qinghan breathed a sigh of relief, and then said, "Thank you. Actually, it's Liang Xingguo, the deputy general manager of our company. His son... was kidnapped yesterday. I want to ask you to help find him."
After all, this was Qin Qinghan's first time dealing with someone like Jiang Hao, so she didn't know how to express herself at first.
Jiang Hao laughed and said, "I've heard about this. That kid doesn't have any malice, he just relies on his old man having some stinky money and showing off everywhere. A few days ago, he provoked someone from the underworld at a bar."
"I guess that's why those people caught him," he added.
Qin Qinghan said, "If...if he really didn't do anything too excessive, could he be spared?"
Jiang Hao laughed and said, "Since my sister-in-law asked, of course there's no problem. I'll make a phone call in a bit, and if he's not dead yet, he should be able to go home in two hours."
Hearing this, Qin Qinghan's heart tightened. She had never imagined dealing with this kind of person one day.
Then, Qin Qinghan gently said, "Then...thank you."
Without waiting for Jiang Hao to reply, Qin Qinghan had already hung up the phone.
At this time, Liang Xingguo looked at Qin Qinghan expectantly, hoping that she could give him a reassuring answer.
Qin Qinghan didn't quite dare to confirm it. After all, Jiang Hao had just said he wasn't sure if the person was dead or alive.
But Qin Qinghan didn't want to tell Liang Xingguo about this uncertainty. If the person was really okay, this sentence would probably make Liang Xingguo collapse.
So, Qin Qinghan gently said, "If...if nothing unexpected happens, your son should be back home within two hours."
Hearing this, Liang Xingguo instantly breathed a sigh of relief. He then fiercely kowtowed to Qin Qinghan and said, "Thank you, thank you for President Qin's great kindness. I, Liang Xingguo, will definitely repay President Qin's kindness in the future."
Qin Qinghan hurriedly dodged to the side. She only hoped that Liang Xingguo's son could return home safely.
Only then did Liang Xingguo get up. He looked at Ye Fengwu evasively, then said, "President Qin, I'll take my leave first and not disturb you husband and wife."
After speaking, he turned and left Qin Qinghan's office.
Although Qin Qinghan's office was not as large as Luo Yihuaung's, it was still very spacious.
Ye Fengwu sat in the office chair with the glass wall behind him overlooking countless high-rise buildings outside.
Qin Qinghan glanced at Ye Fengwu, who was still playing Minesweeper. Her eyes were suddenly filled with resentment.
She looked at the time, it was almost nine o'clock, so she walked over to the desk to pick up the documents and go to the meeting.
But as her hand just touched the documents on the desk, she saw Ye Fengwu suddenly grab her slender wrist. Then, to Qin Qinghan's astonishment, he directly pulled her into his arms.
Ah!
Qin Qinghan was so frightened that her face lost color. Her whole body sat on Ye Fengwu's lap, and Ye Fengwu also hugged her soft waist tightly.
"Don't do this, we'll be seen," Qin Qinghan said with shame, struggling to get off Ye Fengwu's lap.
But how could Ye Fengwu let go of this intimate opportunity? In the past, Qin Qinghan would have slapped him directly.
Now, she was just extremely shy, without any anger.
Feeling the soft and delicate body in his arms, Ye Fengwu smiled wickedly and said, "Was yesterday's peck too perfunctory?"
Hearing this, Qin Qinghan was so ashamed that she almost cried. She looked anxiously at the office door, afraid that someone would suddenly come in.
She pleaded, "I have to go to the meeting. Can you let me go?"
Ye Fengwu laughed and said, "I can let you go, but I can't be as perfunctory as yesterday."
Qin Qinghan was helpless. She turned her head and glanced at Ye Fengwu, knowing that he was teasing her.
With no other choice, she said bitterly, "You weren't so shameless before."
Ye Fengwu pouted and looked at Qin Qinghan with a strange smile.
In the past, he was afraid to leave a bad impression on Qin Qinghan, so even with wicked thoughts, he didn't have the guts. Now that Qin Qinghan had lowered her guard against him, he had finally reached the point of hardship turning to joy.
Qin Qinghan knew that if she didn't give him a little sweetness, he probably wouldn't let her go.
She saw Qin Qinghan's face turned even redder, then she turned around and kissed Ye Fengwu on the lips. Although it was still a peck, Qin Qinghan was so shy that she buried her charming blushing face in his chest.
"Is this okay? I'm really going to be late," she said in a mosquito-like delicate voice.
She was extremely nervous, perhaps because of embarrassment. This person kept challenging her moral bottom line.
Ye Fengwu licked his lips, looking unsatisfied, then smiled slyly.
Seeing the slyness in Ye Fengwu's eyes, Qin Qinghan suddenly realized something. Panic appeared in her eyes, and she struggled harder, trying to escape.
How could Ye Fengwu let her have her way? He fiercely kissed her long-awaited delicate red lips.
It was a long time before Qin Qinghan escaped from Ye Fengwu's claws. She gasped heavily, her eyes full of shame and anger. This had exceeded her bottom line.
Suddenly, she picked up the folder on the desk and slapped it hard on Ye Fengwu's head.
Ye Fengwu did not dodge it, enduring the folder slapping his forehead.
Pop!
A loud sound rang out in the office. Qin Qinghan obviously didn't expect that Ye Fengwu would not dodge. This made her originally somewhat shy face also show a hint of distress.
Qin Qinghan couldn't help but stare at Ye Fengwu, wanting to speak but stopping. In the end, she still fled in embarrassment, afraid that Ye Fengwu would bully her again.
Ye Fengwu rubbed his forehead and muttered, "This girl really has a violent tendency hidden in her."
This was not the first time Ye Fengwu had enjoyed her violence for violating Qin Qinghan.
It was hard to imagine that such a delicate woman actually hid a violent temperament.
...
In the villa of Xihui Heifeng Chen Yuanzhong, Chen Yuanzhong sat on the sofa in the hall with a solemn expression. Beside him stood the tall and mighty Cheng Xiong.
Chen Yuanzhong said in a deep voice, "I didn't expect that Luo Yihuaung could actually mobilize a whole regiment to protect Qin Qinghan."
Cheng Xiong also said, "Boss, Luo Yihuaung's identity is not simple."
Chen Yuanzhong said somewhat apprehensively, "Luckily Qing Feng didn't succeed."
At this moment, Chen Yuanzhong was already secretly glad that Qing Feng had not killed Luo Yihuaung, otherwise he would have provoked an unknown terrifying force.
Being able to mobilize the strength of a regiment, such a family background could only be done by those families in the capital!
"Although the East Coast project is huge, compared to everything I have worked for over the years, it's not worth it if I have to give it up," Chen Yuanzhong sighed wearily, like a deflated ball.
Cheng Xiong also kept silent about this. He knew the boss could not afford to offend Luo Yihuaung.
"Giving up so easily, heh heh, Xihui Heifeng is nothing more than this."
At this moment, a mocking laugh suddenly rang out in the villa hall.
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
