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

Suddenly, a rapid knocking broke the silence in the room, making her tremble and raise her head in fright.

"Who?" she asked in a trembling voice, her heart filled with unease.

"Hello, your takeout has arrived." A strange male voice came from outside the door.

Takeout? She hadn't ordered takeout. Liu Qingyi got up in confusion, walked to the door, and looked out through the peephole. She saw a deliveryman in a yellow uniform standing outside, holding a plastic bag.

She hesitated for a moment, then opened the door.

"Are you Ms. Liu?" the deliveryman asked politely.

"Yes." Liu Qingyi nodded.

"Here is your takeout, please sign for it." The deliveryman handed her the plastic bag.

Liu Qingyi took the plastic bag and asked in confusion, "I didn't order any takeout?"

"It was ordered by a Mr. Ye, who said it was for you," the deliveryman explained.

Ye Feng? Liu Qingyi's heart skipped a beat, and a warm feeling welled up inside her. She opened the plastic bag; inside was a bottle of iodine and a bottle of safflower oil.

Upon seeing these two items, Liu Qingyi's tears welled up again. She knew that Ye Feng cared about her and was trying to heal her wounds.

"Thank you," she said to the deliveryman, her voice trembling as she choked back tears.

After closing the door, Liu Qing leaned against the door panel and slowly slid down, clutching the plastic bag as if it were a treasure she had lost and then found again.

The faint medicinal smell of iodine and safflower oil, mixed with the lingering fragrance of lilies, made her feel a pang of sorrow.

She knew that Ye Feng still had feelings for her. However, she had done so many things that wronged him. How could she face him and make up for the mistakes she had made?

Guilt surged into her heart like a tidal wave, overwhelming her. She bit her lip tightly, trying not to cry out, but she couldn't stop the tears from flowing.

She knew she owed Ye Feng far too much... perhaps she could never repay it all.

Only her suppressed sobs echoed in the empty room, lingering for a long time...

The pungent smell of disinfectant filled the air, and the white walls reflected the stark white light, making the intensive care unit resemble a cold, prison-like cage. Qian Yu lay on the hospital bed, his body wrapped in bandages, his face bruised and battered like a mangled eggplant. His breathing was weak, and he occasionally let out painful groans.

Mr. Qian sat on the edge of the bed, his wrinkled hands tightly gripping Qian Yu's, his cloudy eyes filled with heartache and anger. His lips trembled, his voice hoarse and almost inaudible: "Son...who? Who beat you like this?"

Qian Yu struggled to open his swollen eyes, his vision blurry, and it took him a long time to focus on his father's face. His lips moved, and he uttered a few indistinct words: "Ye... Ye Feng..."

"Ye Feng?!" Mr. Qian suddenly stood up, slamming his cane heavily on the ground with a dull thud. "It's him again! That little beast!" He trembled with rage, his chest heaving violently, as if it were about to explode at any moment.

He paced back and forth, gritting his teeth, his eyes flashing with a fierce light. The air in the ward seemed to freeze, filled with oppressive tension and anger. Mr. Qian's breathing grew more and more rapid, like an enraged wild beast ready to pounce on its prey.

He abruptly stopped, turned to look at Qian Yu, and said in a voice as cold as if it came from hell: "Son, don't worry, Dad will definitely avenge you! I will make Ye Feng pay the price! I will make him wish he were dead!"

Qian Yu nodded weakly, a glint of resentment flashing in his eyes. He felt a sharp pain and couldn't help but groan again.

Mr. Qian tenderly stroked Qian Yu's forehead, his tone softening but still carrying a hint of ruthlessness: "Rest well, son. Leave the rest to your father."

He turned and strode out of the ward, his back view filled with murderous intent. The door to the VIP ward slammed shut behind him, like a gate to hell.

The corridor was empty, save for the heavy footsteps of Qian's father, echoing like a death knell foreshadowing an impending storm. He pulled out his phone, dialed a number, and said in a low, cold voice, "Hello, it's me... Help me find out all the information about Ye Feng, the more detailed the better... Also, find me a few reliable people..."

He paused, a ruthless glint in his eyes, and said, word by word, "I want him to disappear from this world completely!"

A respectful voice came from the other end of the phone: "Understood, boss."

Mr. Qian hung up the phone, looked up at the window. The night was deep, just like his mood. He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white, his heart burning with hatred.

He seemed to see Ye Feng kneeling before him, pleading desperately, and a surge of pleasure welled up within him. But quickly, this pleasure was replaced by a deeper hatred. He wanted more than just Ye Feng's pleas for mercy; he wanted his life!

He took a deep breath, the cold air filling his lungs and calming him down slightly. He knew that revenge was a long and brutal game, and he had to remain calm and proceed cautiously to ultimately win.

He turned and walked toward the elevator, his eyes firm and cold, like a cheetah poised to strike at any moment.

In the office, the dim lighting cast a long shadow of Ye Feng, and the computer screen flickered with a cold light, reflecting off his angular face and making him appear even more aloof.

The complex financial flow charts unfolded on the screen like a maze, dazzling the viewer, but they could not escape Ye Feng's sharp eyes.

He tapped his fingers lightly on the table, one tap after another, the rhythm slow yet powerful, as if striking at some unknown danger.

The recent unusual flow of funds in Yunhai City is like an invisible net that is tightening silently, giving him a strange sense of pressure.

"Jinxiu Group..."

Ye Feng muttered to himself, his gaze deep, as if he could see through the screen and see the truth hidden behind the data.

"This isn't just targeting Jinxiu; it's more like a plan to target the entire Yunhai City..."

He suddenly stood up and paced back and forth in the room, his leather shoes making dull thuds on the wooden floor, each thud striking his nerves.

"Liu Yunfei mentioned a similar situation..." He recalled his conversation with Liu Yunfei, his brow furrowed, "And Xiaobai's report..."

The image of Xiaobai's voice during the report flashed through his mind—calm and clear, yet tinged with a barely perceptible tension.

The unusual cash flow in Yunhai City, the fluctuations in the European market, the progress of domestic R&D projects... everything was like a jigsaw puzzle piece, scattered in his mind, waiting for him to piece them together.