Siheyuan: tomb robbing? I am serious about hunting.

Carrying with him the unforgettable memory of his past life's tragedy, he was reborn on June 15, 2023, a day before the tragedy had fully unfolded. This time, he would not be as foolish as he had been in his previous life, nor would he be blinded by love, nor would he harbor any illusions about those two wolves and tigers. Su Wanqing, Zhao Kai. What you owe me, I will reclaim, bit by bit, with interest. You have taken my company, my fortune, my life, and all my hope for life. In this life, I will destroy you, leaving you with nothing. I will make you experience all the pain I endured in my past life, and I will make you pay the most painful price for your actions! Just as Lin Chen was silently vowing this, his phone on the bedside table suddenly rang, breaking the silence of the hospital room. The crisp ringtone was like an alarm, causing Lin Chen's body to tense. He slowly opened his eyes and fixed his gaze on the phone screen—the caller ID read "Wanqing." Seeing those two words, Lin Chen's lips curled up into a cold smile, devoid of warmth, only a piercing chill. He reached out, picked up the phone, his finger lingering on the screen for a moment before pressing the answer button. "Ah Chen, how are you?" Su Wanqing's gentle voice rang out from the other end of the line. It was like a spring drizzle, soft enough to squeeze out water, tinged with just the right amount of anxiety and worry, exactly the same voice he remembered from his past life. "The doctor just called me and said you fainted. My heart nearly jumped when I heard the news. Are you feeling better now?" In the past, hearing Su Wanqing's voice like that would have pierced Lin Chen's heart, instantly comforting her and assuring her that she was fine. But now, hearing that familiar voice again, he felt no trace of emotion, only endless disgust and revulsion. He could even imagine Su Wanqing on the other end feigning concern, perhaps even shedding a few tears to mask her hypocrisy and malicious intent. "It's nothing, it's an old problem." Lin Chen said lightly, his voice was calm and without any emotion. He deliberately suppressed his hatred so that Su Wanqing would not notice anything unusual. Now is not the time, he needs time, needs a plan, and cannot alert the enemy. "Old problem?" There was a hint of doubt in Su Wanqing's voice, and a hint of imperceptible temptation, "You have never had hypoglycemia before, are you too tired from work recently? I told you not to stay up late all the time and to take care of your body, but you just don't listen." Her tone was a little angry, as if she was caring about her lover, but to Lin Chen, it sounded like she was acting. "Maybe. I've been busy at the company lately, so I'm a bit overwhelmed," Lin Chen replied perfunctorily. He didn't want to waste any more time on Su Wanqing. "Where are you?" "I'm taking care of something at the company." Su Wanqing's voice paused, then softened again. "The doctor just said you're fine. I'll go back to the company and finish what I have, then I'll be right there with you. Just wait for me at the hospital. I brought you your favorite strawberry cake, from the same shop you said was delicious last time." Strawberry cake? Lin Chen's eyes instantly turned cold. Of course he remembered that shop; it was a dessert shop Su Wanqing used to frequent, and he really did like their strawberry cake. In his previous life, after he was discharged from the hospital after suffering a hypoglycemic coma, Su Wanqing had brought him strawberry cake from this shop. He had been touched, believing Su Wanqing genuinely cared, and he ate several pieces without hesitation. But what happened? The next day, during a board meeting at the company, he suddenly experienced hypoglycemia again. His vision went black, and he collapsed on the conference table. It was because of that fainting that Zhao Kai seized the opportunity to propose a CEO replacement at the board meeting. Although the proposal ultimately failed due to his majority stake in the company, it did cause him to lose face in front of the board, and his prestige suffered a significant blow. Thinking back, that hypoglycemia in his previous life wasn't an accident. Su Wanqing might have tampered with the strawberry cake long ago, perhaps adding some drug that rapidly lowers blood sugar, or perhaps something else. But at the time, he was so blinded by love that he never once doubted Su Wanqing. "Okay," Lin Chen's voice remained calm, unmistakable. "Then be careful on your way." "Well, don't worry, I'll be there soon," Su Wanqing said softly. She then gave him a few more words of advice to get some rest before hanging up. Lin Chen tossed his phone on the bedside table. The moment the screen went dark, the calmness on his face vanished, replaced by a deep chill. He lifted the thin blanket covering him, ignoring the pain from the IV needle on the back of his hand, and abruptly pulled out the needle. A small stream of liquid immediately gushed out of the transparent IV tube, dripping onto his hospital gown, leaving a wet mark. He stepped out of bed barefoot. The cold floor made him shiver, but it also made his mind clearer. He walked to the window and pulled open the heavy curtains. The sunlight from outside instantly poured in, casting a light on his body and bringing a hint of warmth. But this warmth could not dispel the chill in his heart. He looked down at his hospital gown, then looked up at the window. Not far away, a towering building came into view, the four large red characters "Chenxing Technology" on the top of the building particularly eye-catching. That was the company he founded, the place of his dreams, and the place where he had poured countless efforts. But in his previous life, it had become a paradise for Su Wanqing and Zhao Kai, and a tomb that buried his dreams and life. "Su Wanqing, Zhao Kai," Lin Chen whispered the two names, his voice filled with icy hatred, a fierce glint in his eyes. "The game has only just begun. In this life, I will show you what it means to live a life worse than death." He turned and walked to the bedside, picked up his coat from the nightstand, and quickly put it on. Then, he glanced at the disheveled bedding and the IV tube on the floor, and without a second thought, he walked towards the ward door. He pushed the door open. The medical staff and patients passing through the corridor gave him strange looks, but he paid no attention, heading straight for the hospital entrance. The sunlight cast a long shadow on him. His steps were firm and steady, each one a path to revenge. In this life, he would not look back, nor would he soften his heart. Carrying the hatred from his past life, he would walk towards his two enemies, step by step, to repay them double for the pain they had inflicted on him.