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

The phone vibrated twice, its buzzing sound breaking the stagnant air inside the Bauhinia Pavilion.

Ye Feng took out his phone, and the screen displayed the three words "Liu Yunfei".

"Hello?" Ye Feng answered the phone, his tone indifferent, his eyes still sharply fixed on Liu Yunfei in front of him, as if scrutinizing his every move.

“President Ye,” Liu Yunfei’s voice came from the other end of the phone, tinged with hesitation, “Qian Yu… left the banquet with President Liu.”

Ye Feng's fingers tightened unconsciously around his phone, his knuckles turning white, but his face remained expressionless, he simply gave a faint "hmm".

The sandalwood incense in the Bauhinia Pavilion still wafted gently, but it couldn't mask the growing tension in the air.

"They... went to the nearby Grand Hyatt Hotel." Liu Yunfei's voice was even lower, as if he found it difficult to say.

Ye Feng took a deep breath; the smell of tobacco mixed with the scent of sandalwood made him feel a tightness in his chest.

He stubbed out his cigarette and roughly crushed it in the ashtray.

"Is there anything else?" Ye Feng's voice sounded somewhat impatient, but his tightly furrowed brows betrayed his inner turmoil.

Liu Yunfei hesitated for a moment before speaking, "President Liu... seems a bit out of it, like he's had too much to drink."

Ye Feng didn't speak, but listened in silence.

He could imagine Liu Qingyi drunk, her eyes glazed over, her steps unsteady... A strange sense of unease welled up inside him.

"I understand," Ye Feng said coldly before hanging up the phone.

Liu Yunfei listened to the busy tone on the phone and sighed helplessly. He looked at the still-burning cigar in his hand, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

Inside the Zijing Pavilion, Ye Feng paced restlessly around the room, his mind filled with images of Liu Qingyi and Qian Yu together.

He tried to close his eyes tightly, attempting to dispel the images, but they lingered like maggots clinging to his bones.

"Damn it!" Ye Feng cursed under his breath, suddenly opening his eyes. He walked to the window, looking at the brightly lit city night view outside, but his heart was filled with darkness.

I keep telling myself I don't care, but the lingering unease in my heart grows wildly like weeds.

He took a deep breath, but the cool night breeze did not calm him down; instead, it made him even more agitated.

Ye Feng gripped his phone tightly in his hand, his fingertips almost digging into the phone case.

He kept telling himself that Liu Qingyi was an adult and had her own choices, and he didn't need to interfere.

However, he couldn't do it.

He knew what kind of person Qian Yu was, and he couldn't just stand by and watch Liu Qingyi walk into the lion's den.

After struggling internally for a moment, Ye Feng finally made his decision.

He turned and strode towards the door, his steps firm and powerful.

"To the Grand Hyatt Hotel," Ye Feng said to the driver, his tone leaving no room for argument.

The roar of the engine shattered the silence of the night, and the black sedan shot into the darkness like an arrow, speeding towards the Grand Hyatt Hotel.

Inside the car, Ye Feng's face was terribly gloomy, and his eyes flashed with a complex light. Worry, anger, resentment... all kinds of emotions intertwined, making him almost suffocate.

The room reeked of the cloying sweetness of cheap perfume mixed with the smell of alcohol, making Liu Qingyi feel nauseous. Her consciousness was hazy, her body heavy, as if filled with lead, and she couldn't move. Qian Yu's greasy hands roamed over her body, instinctively filling her with disgust and fear.

"Qingyi, you're so beautiful..." Qian Yu's voice rang in her ears, accompanied by nauseating gasps.

Liu Qingyi's consciousness struggled between alcohol and fear, and fragmented images flashed through her mind: Ye Feng's face, Qi Xue's smile, the company's precarious situation...

Suddenly, a bone-chilling cold snapped her awake. She realized that Qian Yu had ripped open her coat, revealing the slip dress underneath.

"No! Don't..." Liu Qingyi struggled in terror, pushing Qian Yu away forcefully, "Let me go!"

Enraged by her sudden resistance, Qian Yu grabbed her wrist and slammed her onto the bed. "Stop pretending to be so high and mighty! I'm giving you face, and you actually think you're something special!"

Liu Qingyi's head slammed against the headboard, and a sharp pain made her vision go black. She struggled desperately, but she couldn't break free from Qian Yu's grip.

"Ye Feng... save me..." In despair, Liu Qingyi subconsciously called out Ye Feng's name.

Upon hearing this name, Qian Yu's face darkened further, a glint of ruthlessness flashing in his eyes. "You're still thinking about him? You bitch!" He raised his hand and slapped Liu Qingyi twice hard.

The intense pain nearly made Liu Qingyi lose consciousness; her vision blurred, and all she could hear was a buzzing sound in her ears. She felt her clothes being torn apart, and despair overwhelmed her like a tidal wave.

"Ye Feng..." she murmured weakly, her voice so faint it was almost inaudible.

Qian Yu grinned maliciously, about to make another move, when suddenly, a loud bang was heard, and the door to the room was kicked open violently.

The door slammed against the wall with a dull thud that sounded particularly jarring in the quiet room.

Standing at the door was Ye Feng, his face ashen. His eyes were sharp as knives, filled with a chilling rage.

He approached step by step, each step feeling like it was stepping on Qian Yu's heart, giving him a suffocating sense of oppression.

The air in the room seemed to freeze, with only Qian Yu's heavy breathing and Liu Qingyi's faint sobs remaining.

Ye Feng's gaze fell on Liu Qingyi's disheveled clothes and swollen cheeks, and the anger in his heart erupted like a volcano.

"Qian Yu!" He spat out the two words through gritted teeth, his voice low and filled with murderous intent.

"Qian Yu!" Ye Feng roared and punched Qian Yu hard in the face.

Caught off guard, Qian Yu's obese body was sent flying like a sandbag, crashing heavily to the ground. The cloying sweetness of cheap perfume in the room, mixed with the strong stench of sweat and alcohol emanating from Qian Yu, made Ye Feng's stomach churn.

He approached step by step, like an enraged lion. Qian Yu raised his head in terror, his face covered in blood and his eyes filled with fear.

"Ye... Ye Feng... you... you listen to my explanation..." Qian Yu stammered, his voice trembling.

"Explain?" Ye Feng sneered, then kicked Qian Yu in the stomach again. The intense pain caused Qian Yu to curl up into a ball, groaning in agony.

"I...I was wrong...I...I'll never do it again..." Qian Yu cried, his face covered in snot and tears. He scrambled to his feet and fled the room, leaving a mess behind.

Inside the room, Liu Qingyi was curled up on the bed, her clothes disheveled, her eyes vacant. Ye Feng took off his coat and gently covered her with it.

"Ye Feng..." Liu Qingyi's lips trembled as she tried to say something.