The country entrusted me to buy an aircraft carrier, Hou Liangping, do you dare to investigate?

"you……"

"How about it? Aren't you furious? Aren't you powerless?" Zhao Shanhe's voice was full of mockery. "Too bad, no matter how angry you are, you can't change anything. You can only watch helplessly as your beloved woman is pinned down and played with at my will!"

"Ah! Zhao Shanhe! I'll fight you to the death!"

Suddenly, a fighting sound and a woman's scream came from the other end of the phone, followed by a busy signal.

Hou Liangping panicked. He frantically pressed the redial button, but all he heard on the other end of the line was a cold, unresponsive message: "Sorry, the number you dialed is currently switched off..."

"Xiao Ai! Xiao Ai!" Hou Liangping roared desperately, smashing his phone to the ground. He let the shards cut his palms, blood dripping from between his fingers, but it couldn't extinguish the raging fire in his heart...

Hou Liangping was like a mad beast, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the black screen of his phone, veins bulging on the back of his hand, as if he would crush the phone in his hand at any moment.

"Zhao Shanhe! You son of a bitch! You'll fucking die a horrible death!"

He roared hoarsely, his chest heaving violently, as if to vent all his anger and despair.

With a loud bang, Hou Liangping slammed his phone against the wall. The phone shattered into pieces, the fragments flying everywhere, just like his shattered state of mind.

"Liangping!" Zhong Zhengguo was startled by Hou Liangping's sudden action and quickly stepped forward to support him, his tone filled with worry and reproach, "What are you doing? Calm down!"

"Calm down? Dad, how can you expect me to calm down?!" Hou Liangping abruptly shook off Zhong Zhengguo's hand, his eyes bloodshot, and he gritted his teeth as he said, "That beast Zhao Shanhe, he actually dared... he actually dared..."

At this point, Hou Liangping's voice choked with emotion. He couldn't imagine the humiliation and torment Zhong Xiaoai was enduring, and he, as her husband, was powerless to help, only able to watch helplessly as that beast Zhao Shanhe defiled her!

“Liangping, I know you’re upset, but now is not the time to act rashly.” Zhong Zhengguo took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and said in a deep voice, “The Zhao family’s influence in the capital is deeply entrenched, and we cannot confront them head-on right now.”

"Are we just going to let this go? Are we just going to stand by and watch Xiao Ai get bullied by that beast Zhao Shanhe?" Hou Liangping clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug deep into his flesh, but he felt no pain at all.

"Of course not!" A ruthless glint flashed in Zhong Zhengguo's eyes. "A gentleman takes his revenge even after ten years! What we need to do now is to endure humiliation, accumulate strength, and wait for the right opportunity to uproot the Zhao family!"

Hou Liangping fell silent. He knew Zhong Zhengguo was right, but he couldn't give up his revenge just like that! He was determined to make Zhao Shanhe pay a terrible price for what he had done!

……

Meanwhile, inside the Zhao family villa, a nauseatingly decadent atmosphere permeated the air.

"Xiao Ai, you are mine now, you can only be mine!" Zhao Shanhe held Zhong Xiao Ai tightly in his arms, his tone filled with possessiveness and madness.

Zhong Xiaoai stared blankly at the ceiling, tears streaming silently down her face. She felt like a butterfly trapped in a spider web, unable to escape no matter how hard she struggled.

"Don't worry, I'll treat you well. I'll give you everything you want." Zhao Shanhe greedily inhaled the fragrance emanating from Zhong Xiaoai, as if admiring a trophy that belonged to him.

Upon hearing Zhao Shanhe's words, Zhong Xiaoai suddenly remembered something. She abruptly raised her head, a glimmer of hope flashing in her eyes, and said in a trembling voice, "Zhao Shanhe, you...you promised me you would help me deal with Huang Feipeng!"

Zhao Shanhe was slightly taken aback, then a wicked smile curled at the corner of his lips: "Of course, I will definitely do what I promised you. I've disliked Huang Feipeng for a long time, and this time, I will ruin his reputation and ensure he can never rise again!"

"No! I want him dead! I want him to die a horrible death!" Zhong Xiaoai suddenly roared hysterically, as if she had gone mad.

Zhao Shanhe looked at the seemingly deranged woman before him, a flicker of disgust crossing his eyes, but he didn't show it. He simply patted Zhong Xiaoai's back gently and said softly, "Okay, okay, I'll listen to you, I'll listen to you..."

……

Huang Feipeng was unaware that a conspiracy against him was quietly unfolding. At this moment, he was sitting in his study, looking at the documents in his hand, his brows furrowed.

"Dong dong dong..."

"Come in."

"Young Master, Miss Ye has arrived," Wang Hu said respectfully as he pushed open the door.

"Ye Zi? Why is she here?" Huang Feipeng put down the documents in his hand, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.

“Miss Ye said she has something very important to tell you.” Wang Hu lowered his head, not daring to look Huang Feipeng in the eye.

"Let her in."

"Yes."

Wang Hu turned and left, and a moment later Ye Zi walked in.

"Feipeng, something's happened!" Ye Zi's face was pale, and her voice was filled with panic.

"What's wrong? What happened?" Huang Feipeng asked hurriedly, his heart tightening.

"I just received news that Zhao Shanhe and the Zhong family have joined forces, and they are preparing to..." Ye Zi took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "...to target you!"

Upon hearing this, Huang Feipeng's face immediately darkened, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

"It seems they can't wait any longer..."

The Zhong family, once a glorious clan, is now shrouded in gloom. Although the Zhao family's help allowed the Zhong family to barely escape annihilation, their former power and status are gone forever. Zhong Zhengguo seems to have aged ten years overnight; his former vigor has vanished, replaced by a deep weariness and helplessness.

"Xiao Ai, Dad is so sorry..." In the study, Zhong Zhengguo held his daughter's hand, his cloudy old tears flowing uncontrollably. "It's Dad's fault, it's all your fault..."

Zhong Xiaoai stared blankly at her father, her eyes vacant, as if she had lost her soul. She had once been so proud, confident, and radiant, but now she resembled a withered flower, devoid of all color.

"Dad, don't say anymore..." Zhong Xiaoai's voice was hoarse, with a slight, almost imperceptible tremor, "It's all over now..."

Zhong Zhengguo wanted to say something more, but was interrupted by Zhong Xiaoai, "Dad, I want to be alone for a while."

Watching his daughter's lonely figure, Zhong Zhengguo felt as if his heart was being torn apart. He took a deep breath, wiped away the tears in his eyes, slowly got up, and staggered out of the study.