On the day of graduation, I was dragged by my rich father to get the certificate

At the same time, in the suburban villa, Si Yehan suddenly sat up from the hospital bed, pulling the wound on his arm, and the white bandage immediately stained bright red.

"What did you say? Gu Wan is going to marry Liang Heng? In a week?" His voice was low and dangerous, and a storm was gathering in his eyes.

Special Assistant Wu, standing beside the bed, said solemnly, "Yes, Mr. Si. Nangong Xuan threatened to die, claiming...that you were the one who planned the explosion."

Si Yehan sneered and pulled out the IV needle from his arm: "What a thief crying thief." He stood up and walked towards the wardrobe. His movements were a little slow due to the pain, but his eyes were as sharp as a knife.

"Master Si, your injury..."

"It's not important." Si Yehan interrupted him. "Have you contacted Mu Rui?"

“Yes, but she insisted on meeting you in person.”

A flicker of disgust flashed across Si Yehan's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by determination. "Let's arrange a meeting tonight. We must get that page of the account book before the wedding."

As night fell, Si Yehan drove alone to Mu Rui's private club. The club was hidden on the top floor of the city's most luxurious hotel, the Haishi Pearl Hotel, and access required a special elevator card. The elevator door opened, and the rich, dizzying aroma of roses filled his face.

Mu Rui, wearing a men's silk robe, lazily leaned on the sofa, a glass of red wine in her hand. Her eyes lit up when she saw Si Yehan come in.

"Yehan, you finally agreed to see me." She stood up and walked forward, her eyes falling on his bandaged arm, pretending to be concerned, "Is the injury serious?"

Si Yehan dodged her outstretched hand and walked over to the sofa opposite her, sitting down. "The marriage is arranged, but where's the account book?"

Mu Rui's smile froze for a moment, then recovered. "So anxious?" She slowly sat back down, crossing her legs. "I heard your Gu Wan is getting married? What a pity."

Si Yehan's fingers tightened on his knees, his knuckles turning white. "I came here today to inspect the goods."

"Inspect the goods?" Mu Rui leaned forward, her collar wide open. "Then should I inspect the goods too?" As she spoke, her fingers traced the collar of Si Yehan's suit.

Si Yehan's body tensed, and he resisted the urge to push her away. "Do you really want to show me?!"

Mu Rui stood up, walked behind Si Yehan, and placed her hands on his shoulders. "Are you sure you don't want to consider it?"

Si Yehan's expression instantly darkened.

"Look at you, you're so impatient. It's just a joke, isn't it? Since you're so insistent... let's inspect the goods first." Murui walked back to the bedroom and came out a moment later with a safe. "But don't blame me for not warning you, this safe is specially customized. If you hit it with a critical hit, it will trigger the self-destruct device!"

Si Yehan finally stood up and walked towards the safe. Just as he was about to touch it, Mu Rui suddenly pressed the lid. "Wait, do you have to pay a deposit first?"

A cold glint flashed in Si Yehan's eyes. He suddenly grabbed Mu Rui's wrist and pulled her closer. "Have you had enough fun?"

Mu Rui felt pain, but her smile grew even brighter. "I just like you like this." She suddenly stood on tiptoe and whispered in his ear, "Liang Heng asked me to tell you that Gu Wan is destined to be his."

Si Yehan's pupils suddenly shrank, and he pushed her away. "What's your relationship with Liang Heng?"

Murray stumbled a few steps, but calmly adjusted her robe. "Just a partner." She opened the safe and took out a yellowed page of paper. "Do you want it?"

Si Yehan stared at the page—a fragment of the account book that proved Nangong Jue's frame-up over twenty years ago, and perhaps the only physical evidence clearing the Si family of suspicion. His eyes quickly scanned the page, confirming the authenticity of the special mark.

"Conditions." He said coldly.

Murray put the paper back into the safe and locked it. "Leave it tonight. The account book will be yours tomorrow."

Si Yehan clenched his fists at his sides. He knew it was a trap, but time was running out. Just as he was at a loss for what to do, Mu Rui reached out and unbuttoned the first button of his suit...

Just then, his cell phone vibrated. It was Special Assistant Wu calling.

Si Yehan took the opportunity to step back and answer the phone, his expression suddenly changing. "Are you sure?...Okay, I'll be right back."

After hanging up the phone, he looked at Mu Rui, who looked suspicious. "There's something urgent at the company. I'm leaving first."

"Si Yehan, you're not allowed to leave!" Mu Rui said sternly, "Don't you want the account book anymore?"

Si Yehan was already striding towards the door. "Tomorrow, I'll come see you tomorrow."

“Get lost!”

The moment the elevator door closed, he heard the sound of Mu Rui smashing a wine glass. But at this moment, he no longer cared about it - he had just been told that the hospital's informant discovered that Nangong Xuan's illness was a fake, and Liang Heng secretly met with a mysterious person tonight.

Si Yehan gripped the steering wheel tightly and stepped on the accelerator. In the rearview mirror, behind the curtains on the top floor of the hotel, Mu Rui was talking on his phone, his face gloomy.

A bigger conspiracy is emerging, and Gu Wan is walking into the trap step by step. He must act faster.

Liang Heng slammed a stack of photos onto the coffee table in front of Gu Wan, making a sharp clatter against the glass surface. The photos scattered, each one clearly capturing Si Yehan and Mu Rui entering a private club together late at night.

"Look, this is the good deed done by the enemy you can't let go of." Liang Heng's voice was like a knife dipped in poison, stabbing Gu Wan's heart with every word.

Gu Wan sat on a European-style leather sofa, her fingers unconsciously tightening the hem of her skirt. She forced herself to look down at the photos—Si Yehan's slender figure stood out against the night sky, and Mu Rui, in a revealing dress, practically clinging to him, walked together into Mu Rui's renowned private club.

"I really don't know what's so good about Si Yehan!" Liang Heng paced back and forth in front of her, his leather shoes making a crisp sound on the marble floor. "Not only did he plan the Nangong family bombing, he also caused your mother, Nangong Xuan, to be hospitalized. Why can't you let him go now?"

Gu Wan slowly bent down and picked up a fallen photo. In the photo, Si Yehan's profile was stern, while Mu Rui looked up at him, speaking in an intimate manner. Her fingertips lightly brushed the man's outline in the photo, and a strange stabbing pain rose in her chest.

"Liang Heng, I have already promised my mother to marry you, why are you doing this?" Gu Wan's voice was very soft, as if it came from far away.

A sinister glint flashed in Liang Heng's eyes. He was certainly worried—the explosion that nearly destroyed the Nangong family wasn't Si Yehan's plan at all; the real mastermind was right here. Even Nangong Xuan had been kept in the dark, still believing Si Yehan was planning to blow her up.

Originally, he wanted to kill both Nangong Xuan and Si Yehan in the explosion, and then pin the blame on Si Yehan, so that the Nangong family's assets and Gu Wan would all be his.

But what he didn't expect was that not a single one was killed in the explosion. So he had to prepare for both scenarios and completely sever any thoughts Gu Wan had about Si Yehan.

"Wanwan..." Liang Heng suddenly walked to Gu Wan and reached out to grab her wrist.