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

"This is impossible...this is impossible..." Ye Zi slumped onto the sofa, her face ashen and bloodless. She repeated the phrase over and over, as if that would convince herself that everything before her was just a nightmare.

“Miss…” The butler looked at Ye Zi and couldn’t help but feel worried. He had been by Ye Zi’s side for many years and had never seen her so distraught.

"Get out! All of you get out!" Ye Zi suddenly went berserk, grabbed the ashtray on the table and smashed it at the butler, roaring hysterically.

The housekeeper dared not say anything more and quickly left the room, leaving Ye Zi alone to vent her emotions.

After a long while, the room gradually quieted down. Ye Zi slumped helplessly to the floor, tears silently streaming down her face. She clenched her fists tightly, her nails digging deep into her flesh, bringing waves of excruciating pain, but it was nothing compared to the heartache she felt at that moment.

"Huang Feipeng, how could you do this to me..." Ye Zi murmured softly, her voice filled with despair and grief. For Huang Feipeng, she was willing to break with her family and even give up everything, but he treated her like this, trampling all her sincerity and sacrifices underfoot.

"Miss, are you alright?" A soft knock came at the door. It was Ah Hu, Ye Zi's bodyguard. Hearing the noise from inside the room, he was worried that something had happened to Ye Zi, so he came to check on her.

"I'm fine, you don't need to worry about me." Ye Zi's voice sounded unusually tired, as if she had aged ten years in an instant.

"Miss, please don't be sad. Things might not be as they seem," Ah Hu comforted her. Although he also felt that the scenes in the video were too realistic, he still wanted to say a few words for Huang Feipeng out of trust in him.

"Not like that? Then what could it be?" Ye Zi laughed self-deprecatingly. "Am I seeing things?"

Ah Hu opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say. Although he was exceptionally skilled, he was a complete idiot when it came to emotions and had no idea how to comfort Ye Zi.

"Ah Hu, you can leave now. I want to be alone for a while." Ye Zi waved her hand weakly, signaling Ah Hu to leave.

Seeing this, Ah Hu didn't know what to say and could only silently retreat.

In the room, Ye Zi sat alone on the floor, her mind replaying the scenes from the video. Each frame was like a sharp knife, cutting into her heart.

She recalled the day she first met Huang Feipeng. He was full of vigor, spoke elegantly, and exuded the charm of a mature man in every gesture, which made her fall in love at first sight.

She also recalled the sweetness of their passionate love. He was gentle and considerate, taking great care of her, which made her believe that she had found true love and could entrust her life to him.

But is all of this just a lie?

Ye Zi suddenly felt a deep sense of powerlessness. She didn't know what to do. Should she question Huang Feipeng or pretend that she knew nothing?

Just then, her phone rang; it was Huang Feipeng calling.

Ye Zi looked at the familiar name on the screen, feeling a mix of emotions. She hesitated for a moment, but finally pressed the answer button.

"Ye Zi, where are you?" Huang Feipeng's deep voice came from the other end of the phone, tinged with anxiety and worry.

"I'm at home, what's wrong?" Yezi's voice sounded calm, as if nothing had happened.

"Are you alright? I saw the news. That bastard Zhao Shanhe..." Huang Feipeng's voice was filled with anger and self-blame. He thought Ye Zi would collapse and be heartbroken after seeing the news, but he didn't expect her to be so calm.

"I'm fine, you don't need to worry about me." Ye Zi's tone remained calm, without the slightest hint of emotion. "And you? Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, don't worry, I'll definitely handle this." Huang Feipeng said confidently, thinking that Ye Zi was worried about him, and a warm feeling welled up in his heart.

"Yes, I believe you," Ye Zi replied calmly, then hung up the phone.

Putting down her phone, Ye Zi wore a bitter smile. She didn't know how much longer she could trust him, or how much longer this relationship could last...

The dial tone came through the phone, and Ye Zi's fingers gripping the phone turned slightly white. A bitter smile froze on her face, like a flower frozen in the cold wind, fragile and desperate. She got up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the brightly lit night view of the capital, but her heart felt icy cold.

This vast city, at this moment, seemed to her like a cold cage, trapping her in a prison of love and hate, leaving her nowhere to escape. She recalled the scene when she first met Huang Feipeng; he was full of vigor, talking and laughing as he surveyed the world, his confident smile deeply attracting her. At that time, he was like a dazzling star, illuminating her originally peaceful life.

"Silly girl, what are you thinking about?" Huang Feipeng's gentle voice suddenly came from her ear. He wrapped his arms around her waist from behind and gently rested his chin on her shoulder.

Ye Zi turned around and looked at the familiar face before her, her heart filled with mixed emotions. The scene from the video reappeared before her eyes, the glaring imagery contrasting sharply with the gentleness of the present moment, making her feel dizzy.

"It's nothing, I was just thinking about some things." Ye Zi forced a smile, trying to hide her unease and doubt.

"Don't think about it anymore, I've got you covered." Huang Feipeng lowered his head and kissed her forehead, his tone firm yet gentle. "I will give you an explanation."

"Confess? What confession?" Ye Zi's voice trembled slightly. She dared not look Huang Feipeng in the eye, afraid of seeing any evasion or avoidance in his eyes.

"I will make Zhao Shanhe pay the price, make him pay for his actions!" A ruthless glint flashed in Huang Feipeng's eyes, his tone as cold as the wind from hell.

Ye Zi's heart sank. She sensed the murderous intent in Huang Feipeng's tone, which frightened her. She knew Huang Feipeng's methods and how powerful the forces behind him were.

"What...what do you want to do?" Ye Zi nervously grabbed Huang Feipeng's arm, her voice filled with worry.

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing." Huang Feipeng gently patted Ye Zi's hand, reassuring her.

Huang Feipeng's eyes gradually deepened, like a bottomless ancient well, making it impossible to discern his true thoughts. He picked up his phone, dialed a number, and coldly ordered, "I want Zhao Shanhe to be utterly disgraced and suffer a fate worse than death! Remember, leave no trace."

After hanging up the phone, Huang Feipeng turned around, looked at the flashing neon lights outside the window, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.