Abstinence Pei, don't be too sweet when chasing your wife

When Tiger's yacht was reduced to a flaming wreck in a violent explosion, the surging blast carried metal fragments toward the shore. When rescuers found him beneath the floating wreckage, his chest and half his face had been scorched black by the intense heat, his breathing weak as a thread. Amidst the piercing alarms of the electrocardiogram monitor, he was rushed to the super-intensive care unit at Pei's Private Hospital, crammed with life-support tubes and mired in a coma.

For the next seven days, the ward was filled with a strong, pungent smell mixed with disinfectant and burn ointment.

Brother Hu's face was tightly wrapped with layers of gauze soaked in medicine. The only exposed right eye was always closed, and the brain waves on the instrument screen were weak and disordered.

The attending physician shook his head and sighed every day: "The extensive third-degree burns have caused disfigurement, and the brain nerves have been severely damaged by the impact of the explosion. Whether he can wake up is unknown."

Until the dawn of the tenth day, the monitor suddenly began to beep rapidly.

Brother Hu's bandaged fingers twitched violently and a broken groan came from his throat.

When he struggled to open his eyes, the one not covered by the bandage was filled with chaos and confusion. When the nurse called his name, he struggled in fear to tear off the tubes on his body, his vocal cords burning and making a leaky roar.

Pei Luonan rushed to the hospital after receiving the news, and saw Brother Hu pounding the mirror frantically - the face of the person in the mirror was burned and distorted, and the skin was stuck together like melted wax, which was obviously unacceptable to him.

"Who...who am I?" Brother Hu's voice was hoarse and trembling, and his cloudy pupils did not reflect any of the ruthlessness of the former underworld tycoon, as if his past memories and his face were completely destroyed in the explosion.

A brain CT scan revealed extensive damage to his hippocampus. The attending physician stated solemnly, "Retrograde amnesia, complete loss of short-term memory, and a 50% chance of recovery for long-term memory."

Pei Luonan stood in the corridor outside the ward, looking at his tense jaw reflected in the glass.

"Mr. Pei, do you want to announce Brother Hu's situation to the public?" Chen Ming's voice came from behind him, with suppressed anxiety.

When Pei Luonan turned around, his pupils shrank slightly. He suddenly reached out and pressed Chen Ming's mouth, which was about to speak but stopped. He took out a piece of notepaper from his suit pocket and quickly wrote: Block all news and prepare to hold a press conference.

Three hours later, the press conference room at Pei Group's headquarters was packed with media.

Pei Luonan, dressed in a pure black suit, announced under the flashing lights: "After multiple confirmations, the mastermind behind the injury and kidnapping of Gu Fanxing, Brother Hu, was killed in the yacht explosion. The accomplices Green Hair, One Eye, and Scar also died during the pursuit. The case is declared closed."

In the office, Pei Luonan tightly grasped the surveillance screenshot of Brother Hu's ward in his right hand - in the picture, the person who was supposed to be dead was unconsciously drawing a rose pattern.

At the same time, Wang Xinyi's private banquet hall was illuminated by crystal chandeliers as if it were daytime. Eighty-eight lights cut the space into countless diamond-shaped mirrors.

She stepped barefoot on the Persian carpet, the slit of her deep V-neck fishtail evening gown faintly revealing her thigh, tattooed with a rose. A diamond necklace snaked down the hollow of her collarbone, creating a cold waterfall of light on her chest. Her fingertips gently caressed the champagne tower, and the light reflected from the twenty-three layers of cups danced in her pupils, like countless proud versions of herself.

"Here's to this city's rebirth!" She raised her gilded goblet, the red nail polish leaving glaring fingerprints on the cup's surface. "Brother Hu's funeral...was even more lively than his birthday party."

The banquet hall erupted in flattering laughter, and the sound of ice clinking mixed with whispers of compliments formed a luxurious web under the dome.

Wang Xinyi raised her head and drank the wine in the glass. As the cold liquid slid down her throat, the roar of the yacht explosion seemed to ring in her ears again - the flames that shot up into the sky not only burned all the evidence, but also burned off the shackles that had bound the Wang family for many years.

While she was celebrating, Pei Luonan was already making secret deployments.

He transferred Brother Hu to an underground medical station on the outskirts of the city and arranged seven agents to guard him in shifts 24 hours a day.

The medical station's monitoring system is connected to Pei Group's main server, and any abnormal access will trigger a level three alarm.

Chen Ming and his technical team worked continuously for 48 hours and cracked the micro memory card in the wreckage of the one-eyed prosthetic eye. Although the data was incomplete, they still recovered 37 seconds of key video - in the video, a man wearing a black hood handed a metal box to the scarred man, and the outline of a rose tattoo was faintly visible on the man's wrist.

In the jacuzzi late at night, rose petals float on the water mixed with red wine and essential oils.

Wang Xinyi's waterproof phone vibrated, and an encrypted message came in, "Pei Luonan has signed for Brother Hu's 'suicide note' USB flash drive." She sat up suddenly, and water droplets rolled down her collarbone into the diamond grooves, reflecting a bloody light under the light.

At this time, Pei Luonan was studying the suspect's asset change records over the past five years.

On the computer screen, the transaction data of dozens of virtual currency accounts kept jumping. One of the accounts named "Rose0723" suddenly had a large influx of funds three months before the explosion of Brother Hu's yacht.

He compared this date with the time when Gu Fanxing was kidnapped and found that the difference between the two was less than 72 hours.

"Mr. Pei, the suspect's family has been in frequent contact with arms dealers in Southeast Asia in recent years." Chen Ming handed over an encrypted document, "Our informant photographed the suspect's father meeting with a man code-named 'Cobra' at a private airport in Bangkok." Pei Luonan stared at the blurry figure wearing sunglasses in the photo, and suddenly remembered that Brother Hu had repeatedly written the word "Cobra" on the hospital bed when he was in a coma.

At the business reception the next day, Wang Xinyi deliberately "accidentally" knocked over her wine glass onto Pei Luonan's suit. As she moved closer to wipe it, the scent of perfume, wrapped in a warm breath, wafted into his ear: "Boss Pei has been working so hard lately. Why don't you let me..." Before she could finish her words, Pei Luonan slipped away without a trace. As he turned, his sleeve brushed off the brooch she had carefully prepared—a rose encrusted with rubies, identical to the one tattooed on her thigh.

Watching the man's receding back, Wang Xinyi bent down to pick up the brooch, her nails digging deeply into her palm.

In her opinion, Pei Luonan was just a prey to be tamed, and she was determined to get him.

In Pei Luonan's office, a large whiteboard was covered with photos and clues. Tiger's medical records, the suspect's travel history, and video footage of his prosthetic eye—all connected by red thread, ultimately leading to a red circle with the word "Rose" written on it. In the corner of the whiteboard, Pei Luonan wrote in small marker: "To destroy him, you must first drive him crazy."

On a rainy night, Wang Xinyi stood by the French window of her penthouse apartment, watching the lights of the Pei Group building flicker in the rain. Suddenly, her phone vibrated. It was new information from the hacker: Pei Luonan had been frequently visiting the Municipal Hospital lately, retrieving allergy-related medical records and meticulously caring for Gu Fanxing.

A dangerous arc appeared at the corner of her mouth. She pasted Pei Luonan's photo on the whiteboard and connected all the clues with a red rope, finally forming a circle with Pei Luonan's name on it.

"Love her very much?" She chuckled at the air and lit a lady's cigarette. "When she wakes up, I will change everything." The cigarette ash fell on the notebook marked with "Pei Luonan's Heart-beating Moments", burning small black holes, just like the festering wounds in her twisted obsession.

At this time, Pei Luonan was checking the modified SU5 in the underground garage. The trunk contained recordings of Brother Hu's contact with the suspect and other camouflage materials.

He knew that this conspiracy had just begun, and what he had to do was to completely expose the mastermind behind the scenes in his self-righteous laxity.