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Chi Ruiche pushed Yu Qingcheng away and looked coldly at Yu Shuli beside him. "Was I not clear enough last time?" His eyes showed deep disgust.

"President Chi, the Chi family and the Yu family could also form an alliance, what do you think?" Yu Shaojie said naively.

"Does the Yu family even have the qualifications?" A contemptuous smile appeared on Chi Ruiche's lips.

"Does President Chi really think that Xijing is under the control of your Chi family?" Yu Shaohua's words instantly escalated the tense atmosphere, as if the air itself had frozen.

Chi Ruiche's eyes grew even colder at this moment. His voice vibrated slightly from his chest, his tone calm and controlled with a powerful aura as he suppressed his emotions, saying, "It always has been."

Yu Qingcheng pulled back Yu Shaojie, who was about to argue, and softened her tone, saying, "My younger brother is still young, I hope you will be lenient."

Chi Ruiche remained silent and strode away. The Yu siblings were left behind, their faces showing displeasure, yet they dared not utter a sound, completely suppressed by Chi Ruiche.

"Sister, what does Chi Ruiche mean?" Yu Shuli took Yu Qingcheng's arm, her smile somewhat awkward.

Yu Qingcheng removed her hand, her face contorted with malice, and said coldly, "You're asking for it. Don't drag the Yu family down with you. Did you push me today hoping to embarrass me?"

Yu Shuli's face turned ugly, and her smile froze instantly. "Sister, what are you saying? I just did it by accident."

"Big sister, how can you not appreciate kindness? My sister is trying to help you." Yu Shaojie defended his sister.

Yu Qingcheng's eyes scrutinized her, her cold expression hardening further. "Don't be so self-righteous in the future." She shook off Yu Shuli's hand and turned to leave, instantly reverting to her gentle and charming demeanor.

Chi Ruiche straightened his clothes at the door, his cold gaze softening slightly, and knocked on the door. "Yiyi, you can go now."

Pushing open the door, the cushion was thrown on the floor, and the high heels were still in their original places, but Jiang Yi was nowhere to be seen.

Chi Ruiche frowned and quickly dialed a number, but the call went unanswered. His face instantly darkened, and his cold voice rang out again: "Find Jiang Yi's location for me."

"Yes." The sound of typing on the keyboard on the phone gradually increased.

Jiang Yi stared at his phone, its flashing lights glaringly bright in the room, and smashed it to the ground, instantly silencing it. He also smashed the half-finished bottle of liquor on the floor, picked up a glass, took a sip, and then, still not satisfied, threw it away.

When Chi Ruiche arrived, the waiter was standing guard at the door, his ear pressed against it, trying to hear something.

"Open the door." Chi Ruiche calmed down when he saw the fingerprint-unlocked door. The fine sweat on his forehead from running was not so noticeable in the dim light.

“But Mr. Lü said no one is allowed to enter.” The service provider nodded slightly, not daring to offend anyone.

Lin Kai whispered a few words into the waiter's ear, and the waiter opened the door shakily and retreated as quickly as possible, afraid that delaying even a second would cause trouble.

"Yi-yi." After Chi Ruiche opened the door, the smell of alcohol hit him. When his foot stepped on the ground, there was a "crunch" sound, as if something sharp was being crushed again.

Chi Ruiche turned on the wall light, and the dim yellow light illuminated the room, which was a mess. Broken bottles and glasses were scattered all over the floor, and different bottles were piled on the coffee table, some of which had rolled off the floor and were still leaking liquid.

Another ear-piercing sound rang out as Jiang Yi, huddled in the corner, threw out another bottle of wine, splashing red wine everywhere, with one piece sliding right past Chi Ruiche's feet.

"Don't come any closer." The sound of the shattering bottle echoed in the room. Jiang Yi slowly raised her head, her face still wet with tears. Her delicate makeup was gone, and her lifeless eyes widened. Her hair, falling loosely on both sides, made her look even more miserable.

The moment the bottle shattered, Chi Ruiche's heart clenched. "Yi Yi, I'm here."

In Chi Ruiche's eyes, Jiang Yise was huddled in the corner of the sofa, barefoot, like a frightened kitten, crying helplessly. Her small body seemed as if it could be swallowed up at any moment.

"Take off your shirt." Jiang Yi looked up and forced a smile, a smile filled with unspeakable bitterness.

Chi Ruiche obediently unbuttoned his shirt, taking a step closer with each button he undid. He hid his worried expression, replacing it with a doting look, and chuckled, "Yes, my young master."

Chi Ruiche was shirtless, tall and broad-shouldered, and loved fitness. His muscles were smooth and well-defined, and his abs were very prominent. He was strong yet beautiful, and he looked tall and powerful.

At first glance, all Jiang could see was the tattoo on his chest. There were no complicated designs, only the English words "precious one Y" deeply engraved on his skin. The black tattoo stood out conspicuously on his body.

"You've kept your beloved one so well hidden," Jiang Yi chuckled softly, her clenched fist concealing her inner emotions. "Let me ask you one more question: besides Grandpa Chi, was anyone else who hurt you that day?"

Jiang Yi suddenly stood up, her smile growing wider, while tears welled up in her eyes, her expression filled with inner conflict.

Chi Ruiche tried to quickly steady her swaying body, afraid that she would fall. "No."

"Don't come any closer," Jiang said, her eyes red. "You're still lying to me."

"Yi-yi, I won't go over there. Please sit down, okay?" Chi Ruiche stopped in his tracks, his heart pounding, and his voice became urgent.

Jiang Yi believed everything Liang Simin said, but why did he never tell her about his pain? Even in front of Grandpa Chi, he didn't dare admit he liked her, or was it really just out of habit?

"What am I? My girlfriend? Or just a habit you've had since childhood?" Jiang Yi's tears fell like a broken kite string.

She swayed as she stepped onto the ground, letting shards of glass pierce her feet. Blood flowed from the wounds, and the pain burned like a searing flame through her nerves. Her pale face remained expressionless as she questioned him, "Che, you've never said you liked me."