After the divorce, the aloof CEO begged me not to withdraw my investment.

Yang Yunqing's heart tightened.

She thought of the man who staged an accident at the hospital. Could it be him?

He actually followed her all the way here!

She was terrified, but dared not tell her mother, much less Ye Feng.

She didn't want to trouble Ye Feng anymore.

Yang Yunqing didn't sleep a wink all night.

When dawn broke, she realized that she had fallen asleep without even noticing.

My whole body aches, and my neck is stiff. My dark circles are as dark as a panda's, and the swelling in my ankles is more pronounced than last night.

She picked up her phone and turned it on.

Dozens of missed calls, all from that unfamiliar number.

There were also several unread text messages, each containing threats and intimidation.

She immediately asked for leave.

After a quick wash, Yang Yunqing discovered that there were no anti-swelling and pain-relieving medications in her first-aid kit.

It's really a double whammy.

She changed her clothes and prepared to go out.

……

On the other side, a black Maybach drove smoothly down the street.

"Thank you for driving me to the company today," Liu Qingyi broke the silence in the car.

"Of course," Ye Feng said calmly, his eyes fixed ahead.

The car slowly drove into front of a building.

Liu Qingyi pointed to the building in front of her, her tone filled with pride, "This building was something my father insisted on building despite all the opposition, and it almost dragged the whole family down. Now, it is one of our important assets."

Ye Feng looked up and glanced at him, his eyes full of admiration: "You have a discerning eye."

The car came to a stop, and Liu Qingyi opened the car door.

"I'll go up first."

Ye Feng nodded and watched her walk into the building.

After Liu Qingyi left, Ye Feng also got out of the car, leaned against the hood, lit a cigarette, and casually glanced at the Liu family's employee parking lot.

The parking lot was filled with all kinds of vehicles, mostly mid-range cars priced between 200,000 and 300,000 yuan.

Next to Liu Qingyi's designated parking space, there was a black Porsche.

A few BMW, Mercedes-Benz, and Audi cars were also parked sporadically in the other parking spaces.

At that moment, a middle-aged man in a security guard uniform walked over.

"Hello, are you a friend of Mr. Liu?"

Ye Feng flicked his cigarette ash: "Friend? I'm the new driver."

"Oh, the driver." The security guard smiled, his tone becoming casual. "Mr. Liu used to drive a red Ferrari, so flashy. Now he's much more low-key."

Ye Feng smiled but didn't reply.

He stubbed out his cigarette, opened the car door, started the engine, and slowly drove away from the Liu Group.

Just then, Ye Feng's phone rang.

He glanced at the caller ID; it was Yang's mother.

"Hello, Auntie."

"Xiaofeng, have you seen Qingqing? She didn't go to work today, and I can't get through to her on the phone. Has something happened to her?" Yang's mother's voice was very anxious.

Ye Feng gripped the steering wheel tightly, his heart sinking. He realized something was wrong.

Yang Yunqing asked for leave and her phone was switched off; this was highly unusual.

"Auntie, don't worry, I'll help you look for it."

Ye Feng hung up the phone, turned the car around, and headed straight for the "Night Color" KTV in the city center.

He needs Wang Furong's help.

The "Night Scene" KTV is unusually deserted during the day.

Ye Feng walked straight into the bar, where Wang Furong was sitting behind the bar wiping glasses.

"Sister Furong, I need your help with something." Ye Feng got straight to the point.

Wang Furong put down her wine glass and looked at his serious expression: "What is it?"

"Yang Yunqing has disappeared."

Wang Furong was taken aback, then became tense: "Disappeared? What happened?"

Ye Feng briefly recounted the contents of Yang's mother's phone call.

Then, Ye Feng took out his phone and dialed Wu Dan's number: "Help me find Yang Yunqing's location. Her phone is off."

Time passed second by second, and the wait was agonizing for Ye Feng.

He knew Wu Dan's hacking skills were top-notch, but this time his opponent was no pushover either.

Finally, Wu Dan called back.

“Brother Feng, there are two possibilities. Either she’s still in the neighborhood but her phone is off, or she was taken away by a car. The neighborhood’s surveillance cameras have been tampered with; they can only see a black sedan going in and out, but the license plate is obscured.”

"I understand." Ye Feng hung up the phone, his face grim.

"How is it?" Wang Furong asked anxiously.

"We need to investigate both possibilities." Ye Feng stood up. "Sister Furong, come with me."

Without saying a word, Wang Furong picked up her coat and followed.

The black Maybach once again entered the traffic.

"I hope nothing bad has happened to Xiao Qing?" Wang Furong asked worriedly.

Ye Feng gripped the steering wheel tightly, a cold glint flashing in his eyes: "I suspect it was Feng Xiaoqian who did it."

He recalled the chaotic scene at the KTV yesterday. The surveillance footage captured almost nothing useful, only a few blurry images showing a group of people suddenly gathering and then a conflict breaking out. The security guards also seemed to have collectively failed in their duties; the whole incident looked like it had been meticulously planned.

At the time, he suspected that Feng Xiaoqian was behind it, but he did not investigate further due to the inappropriate occasion.

Yang Yunqing helped him and Wang Furong yesterday, and then something happened to her today, which made him even more certain of his judgment.

"Feng Xiaoqian? Why would he do that?" Wang Furong asked, puzzled.

Ye Feng sneered, "Yesterday's events were probably orchestrated by Feng Xiaoqian. Yang Yunqing helped us, and he held a grudge, so he retaliated against her."

"Then where are we going now?"

"Let's go to Feng Xiaoqian's house. I want to see what he's up to."

“That kid Feng Xiaoqian has quite the appetite,” Wang Furong sneered. “Actually, he’s always wanted to take shares from me. He asked for 30%, a vice president position, an annual salary of 500,000, and even wanted me to personally appoint the security captain.”

Wang Furong frowned, her tone filled with annoyance as she continued, "Although I did consider giving him some shares, after all, he has some connections, but asking for such an exorbitant amount is clearly an attempt to sideline me! The more I think about what happened last night, the more suspicious it seems; it's highly likely that he was behind it all."

Ye Feng nodded. Feng Xiaoqian's actions confirmed his earlier guess.

The chaos at the KTV last night, the security guards' negligence, and the tampering with the surveillance cameras all point to Feng Xiaoqian.

Ye Feng pondered. He had to think of a way to make Feng Xiaoqian give himself away.

"Sister Furong, let's do this..." Ye Feng lowered his voice and whispered a few words in Wang Furong's ear.

After hearing this, Wang Furong's eyes lit up: "Great idea! Let's do it this way."

When Wang Furong arrived at the entrance of the residential compound where Feng Xiaoqian lived, she dialed his number.

"Hey, Xiaoqian, where are you? I've been thinking about your suggestion and I think we can talk."

In less than ten minutes, Feng Xiaoqian appeared at the entrance of the residential area.

Two burly bodyguards followed behind him, warily surveying their surroundings.

Seeing this scene, Ye Feng became even more convinced that Feng Xiaoqian had orchestrated last night's events.

His cautious actions clearly indicate that he has a guilty conscience.