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

Zhong Xiaoai returned to her room and slumped helplessly onto the bed. Zhao Shanhe's repulsive face and those humiliating scenes replayed in her mind again and again, haunting her like a nightmare.

“Huang Feipeng…” Zhong Xiaoai gritted her teeth and spat out the name, her eyes filled with resentment and hatred, “It’s all your fault! It’s all because of you!”

She hated Huang Feipeng, hated that he ruined everything for her, hated that he turned her into this inhuman, ghostly state.

Meanwhile, Hou Liangping was unaware of everything that had happened to the Zhong family. He locked himself in his office all day, working frantically, trying to numb himself with his busy schedule and forget the pain in his heart. However, whenever the night was quiet, Zhong Xiaoai's cold face and her chilling words would appear in his mind, causing him unbearable agony.

"Xiao Ai, what happened to you? Why did you become like this?" Hou Liangping held his head in anguish, muttering to himself.

He tried to win her back, but was repeatedly rebuffed. Zhong Xiaoai's attitude towards him grew increasingly cold, even carrying a hint of mockery and disgust.

"Hou Liangping, you're a complete idiot!" During a heated argument, Zhong Xiaoai finally snapped. "For your justice, for your ideals, you're willing to use your family and put the Zhong family in danger. Do you even know what the consequences of your actions will be?"

"I..." Hou Liangping wanted to explain, but was interrupted by Zhong Xiaoai.

"You know nothing! You live in your own world. You don't understand who the real enemy is, nor do you understand the cruel reality behind this struggle!" Zhong Xiaoai's tears fell like broken pearls. "Who do you think you are? Do you think you're a savior? You can't change anything; you'll only drag everyone down with you!"

"If you hadn't been so determined to investigate Huang Feipeng, would our family have ended up like this?"

"It's all your fault! Is your career really that important? You can't even protect your own wife, Hou Liangping, you're not a man!"

Zhong Xiaoai's words were like sharp blades, piercing Hou Liangping's heart. Looking at his wife, who was once gentle and considerate but was now unrecognizable, he was filled with helplessness and despair.

"Xiao Ai, I..."

"Don't call me Xiao Ai!" Zhong Xiao Ai shoved Hou Liangping away and screamed hysterically, "I hate you! I hate you so much!"

After saying that, Zhong Xiaoai turned and ran out of the house, leaving Hou Liangping standing there blankly, as if his soul had been taken away.

Ultimately, disheartened, Hou Liangping chose to escape. He voluntarily applied for a transfer from the capital to take up a post in Handong, attempting to distance himself from this struggle that had exhausted him both physically and mentally.

Upon arriving in Handong, Hou Liangping was appointed as the director of the Investigation Division of the Handong Provincial Anti-Corruption Bureau. On the surface, he pretended to have let go of the past and threw himself wholeheartedly into his new job. However, deep down, he never forgot Huang Feipeng, the rival who had brought him to his knees.

The gears of fate have begun to turn once more.

The capital city at night is bustling yet cold, neon lights flashing, traffic flowing, adorning this ancient city like an abyss of desire. In the suburbs, however, a vibrant scene unfolds. Huang Feipeng's technological empire, like a giant ship, is cutting through the waves of the times, sailing towards the unknown depths.

"Three months? That's a bit tight, Sun Bao. Don't try to fool me." Huang Feipeng flicked the cigar in his hand, the scarlet flame illuminating his angular face and the unfathomable ambition in his eyes.

"Brother Feipeng, don't you trust me? You can rest assured about the money. Don't even mention three months, I can conjure it up for you in three weeks!" Sun Bao patted his chest and guaranteed, his fat face plastered with a fawning smile. He knew all too well that clinging to Huang Feipeng was equivalent to clinging to his future.

"Don't give me that crap," Huang Feipeng laughed and cursed. "I want the real stuff, not your empty talk! If this batch of weapons is completed on time, I'll reward you handsomely. If..." He deliberately dragged out his words, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

"Don't worry, Brother Feipeng," Sun Bao said, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. He knew Huang Feipeng wasn't joking. "If anything goes wrong, you can hold me responsible!"

Huang Feipeng nodded in satisfaction, then turned his gaze to the research building on the other side. The huge floor-to-ceiling windows, like the eyes of a god, overlooked the brightly lit laboratories, where countless figures were working diligently, contributing to his ambitions.

"How's Li Ying doing lately?" Huang Feipeng asked casually, but his tone revealed a hint of concern.

"That kid is still the same as ever. He has no hobbies other than computers all day long," Sun Bao said with a sneer. "However, I, Old Sun, still admire his skills. He is the most skilled hacker among the Five Tigers of the Capital!"

"Ha, a hacker?" Huang Feipeng sneered. "In my eyes, he's just a child who hasn't grown up yet. All he does is play around with that stupid code. What future can he have?"

“Brother Feipeng is right,” Sun Bao quickly chimed in, “but this kid is absolutely loyal to you. Last time you were targeted by Hou Liangping and his gang, if it weren’t for him, we would have been…”

"Shut up!" Huang Feipeng's face darkened, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes. "Those old bastards, one day I'll make them pay!"

"Yes, yes, yes," Sun Bao shrank back in fright, not daring to bring up the topic again. He knew that Huang Feipeng hated it most when others brought up that unbearable past in front of him.

"Alright," Huang Feipeng took a deep breath, suppressing his anger, "Keep a close eye on the project's progress. Report to me immediately if there are any problems."

"Understood, Brother Feipeng, don't worry." Sun Bao bowed and retreated.

Huang Feipeng stood alone by the window, gazing at the distant lights, lost in thought. He knew his journey had only just begun, and the challenges ahead would be even more brutal. But he was fearless, for he firmly believed that everything he did was for this country, for this nation!

Inside the Great Hall, the golden lights shone on Huang Feipeng's epaulets, reflecting a dazzling light. He stood ramrod straight, like a javelin, receiving admiring gazes from all directions. The applause from below the stage was thunderous and prolonged, as if it would topple the solemn building.

Huang Dinghai sat in the audience, tears streaming down his face, his weathered face filled with pride and excitement.