Extra Story - The Young Lady and Her Wolf-Dog - Returning Home

Far away in Country A, Huangfu Chengshi sat before his computer.

He saw the near-collapse stock price of the Qin Group.

He saw the vicious attacks and doubts targeting Qin Ya online.

He understood better than anyone the immense pressure she was enduring at that moment.

Then, he saw the news about the establishment of the "Windrider" project.

He saw the name Li Jinchuan.

And in the photo, the sight of that man standing beside Qin Ya, looking triumphant and full of ambition.

In that instant.

Huangfu Chengshi felt, for the first time, an unprecedented and intense sense of crisis.

And the fury of having his territory encroached upon.

Immediately, he spent several days without sleep, gathering all available information on Li Jinchuan.

His background, his past, his feud with Lu Chenyuan.

And that so-called "price war" business plan of his.

"Just a fool blinded by hatred, nothing more."

As the first rays of morning sunlight streamed into the room.

Huangfu Chengshi looked at Li Jinchuan's photo on the computer screen and delivered his icy assessment.

He knew Qin Ya needed a blade.

But he understood even more clearly that this blade was not only dull but would also backfire on its wielder.

Using the crudest form of price war to attack an opponent who had already built an ecosystem moat?

This, was not war.

This, was suicide.

He was anxious. He wanted to call Qin Ya immediately.

To tell her she had chosen the wrong person.

To tell her Li Jinchuan would only drag her deeper into the mire.

But, he restrained himself.

What right did he have?

He was now just a student overseas.

A "little pendant" who relied on her to survive the scheming of powerful families.

Would she believe his words?

No.

She would only think he was being unreasonable, interfering with her business decisions.

For the first time, he hated his own powerlessness so intensely.

Words of comfort over the phone, intelligence sent via email.

In the face of this genuine business war, they all seemed so feeble.

No.

He had to do something.

He couldn't just stand by and watch her be led into a ditch by a fool.

He had to go back.

But, he couldn't return empty-handed.

He needed an irrefutable achievement.

A token of trust, something that would make her believe in him unconditionally.

He wanted her to know.

That her truly sharpest, most reliable weapon had always been by her side.

That blade could only be him!

Huangfu Chengshi began to accelerate his own plans.

He poured all the money he had earned over the past two years on Wall Street through various model tests.

Into his long-prepared "Edge One" quantitative hedge fund model.

He would return to Jingzhou with an irrefutable, dazzling track record.

Return, to stand before her.

And then tell her that he was her sharpest, most reliable weapon.

He began staying in the lab day and night.

Drinking coffee like water.

Typing on the keyboard so fast it seemed about to spark.

He pulled countless all-nighters, constantly testing, revising, and optimizing his model.

His eyes were bloodshot.

He had lost a significant amount of weight.

But his spirit was more exhilarated than ever before.

His model moved through the volatile M stock market like the most precise, cold-blooded cobra.

Every strike securely latched onto the juiciest profits.

Short selling, arbitrage, high-frequency trading.

He perfectly combined his talent in computer science with his keen sense for financial markets.

He became an unfeeling money-making machine.

Six months later.

When Huangfu Chengshi looked at the number in his account, which had tripled.

And at the already settled academic matters with M University.

He knew the time had come.

He booked the earliest flight ticket to Jingzhou.

He didn't tell anyone about his return to Jingzhou.

The plane flew steadily at an altitude of ten thousand meters.

Huangfu Chengshi gazed at the endless sea of clouds outside the window.

His eyes were cold and resolute.

Sister Ya.

I'm back.

Your blade has grown dull.

Then, let's use mine.

This time, I won't just hide in your shadow.

I will personally shatter all the enemies standing in your way.

Including that waste named Li Jinchuan.

And also that lofty Lu Chenyuan.

Wait for me.

The plane landed at Jingzhou International Airport.

Huangfu Chengshi descended the aircraft steps.

He carried a black backpack.

Wearing a simple white T-shirt and jeans.

He looked just like an ordinary returning international student.

Clean, fresh, full of youthful spirit.

He didn't go back to the Huangfu family home, nor did he go to a hotel.

He hailed a taxi.

His destination was a café opposite the Qin Group headquarters building.

He found a seat by the window and ordered a cup of black coffee.

Then, he opened the laptop he carried with him.

Logged into a tracking system known only to himself.

He watched quietly, like the most patient hunter observing his hunting ground.

After an unknown length of time, Huangfu Chengshi closed his laptop.

He stood up and walked out of the café.

Sunlight shone on his face.

He straightened his collar, then slung his backpack on.

All the coldness and calculation of a hunter vanished instantly from his face.

Replaced by.

A smile uniquely belonging to a young man—bright, clean, harmless.

Huangfu Chengshi crossed the street and entered the towering Qin Group headquarters building.

The receptionist tried to stop him.

He simply smiled and said,

"I'm here to see Sister Qin Ya."

This boy's smile was so pure.

This boy's voice was so clear.

This boy was so beautiful.

The receptionist thought to herself, her mind momentarily adrift.

She felt as if she believed in love again.

So much so that she forgot what she was supposed to say.

Huangfu Chengshi entered the Qin Group unimpeded.

He walked to the sofa in the lounge area and sat down.

Like a child quietly waiting for a parent.

He didn't go upstairs immediately.

Approximately half an hour later.

The door of the top-floor private elevator dinged open.

Li Jinchuan walked out.

His face was ashen, his eyes filled with humiliation, resentment, and the venom of utter defeat.

He staggered out of the Qin Group's main entrance like a soulless walking corpse.

Huangfu Chengshi watched his retreating figure, his own face expressionless.

His heart was perfectly calm.

Good.

This dull blade had finally been thrown into the trash by his queen.

Now, it was time for his newly sharpened sword to take the stage.

Huangfu Chengshi stood up.

He straightened his clothes once more.

Then, took a deep breath.

He strode towards the elevator and pressed the button for the top floor.

The elevator doors slowly closed.

Reflecting his young face, now filled with eagerness and anticipation.

The elevator reached the top floor.

He walked with familiar ease to the door of that most familiar office.

The door was closed.

He was just about to raise his hand to knock.

When he heard Qin Ya's icy voice coming from inside.

The voice, even through the thick door panel, was clearly audible.

"Cut the 'Windrider' project budget by another thirty percent."

Huangfu Chengshi's hand paused mid-air.

He smiled.

A silent, utterly confident smile.

His queen was always so decisively ruthless.

He liked it.

He waited a few seconds, until the call inside concluded.

Then, he raised his hand.

With a light, slightly eager rhythm, he knocked on the door.

"Knock, knock."

From inside came a somewhat weary,

"Come in."

The door was pushed open, and a young man in a white T-shirt with a backpack slung over his shoulder peeked in.

He looked to be only around twenty, with a bright smile, yet his eyes held a cunning that seemed beyond his years.

"Ya-jie!"

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