He broke his vows for her, and a tycoon descended to earth for love.

"Why don't you listen to what I have to say first, and then decide whether you really want to take my advice?"

Siyi found Lin Zhenbiao's confident expression particularly irritating. What made him so certain that he would definitely leave with a daughter?

"I don't want to hear anything!" She pursed her lips, and at this moment, her bright black eyes held a sharpness she had inherited from Jiang Yan Hui. She said decisively, "I don't care what you want to say, I don't want to hear it! I will absolutely not leave with my daughter. Lin Zhenbiao, even if you hate me, the child is still your grandchild. Yan Hui has called you grandfather for over twenty years. If you hadn't forced him down that path, he wouldn't have attacked you. Why can't you put yourself in my shoes? Do you think you can break us up like this? You're only pushing everyone further and further away from you!"

"Shut up!" Lin Zhenbiao sneered, his face full of disdain. "What do you know? You know nothing, woman. What right do you have to stand here and say such things to me? You keep calling yourself a gentleman, but behind the scenes you still resort to underhanded tactics. So-called villains aren't scary; what's truly terrifying are hypocrites, do you understand? Ye Siyi, your father, Ye Xiongming, is a complete hypocrite!"

With a flick of his wrist, he tossed a folder that was lying to the side in front of Siyi. Pointing at the yellow folder, he smiled sinisterly, "Take a good look at it, it will definitely bring you a lot of gains!"

When Xia Ran woke up, she realized that she had fallen asleep on her desk the night before, with a large amount of documents piled up in front of her and a small, shiny silver needle on top of them.

She reached out and pinched her cheek, still feeling sleepy. She had been thinking about this problem for the past two days and hadn't had a good rest. She stretched and picked up a pen, casually putting her long hair up in a bun. With a little tuck in her nose, her jet-black hair was styled into a cute yet slightly charming bun.

She got up and went to the bathroom to wash up quickly. She poured herself a glass of water, took a couple of sips, and went back to the study. Her slender white fingers picked up the silver needle from the table, and she examined it closely again.

She had made this needle exactly like the one found on the deceased. She believed there must be something wrong with the needle, but the test results showed nothing wrong. This was what she couldn't understand. If the deceased, Ying Rui, had this needle, then it must be the biggest truth behind her fall. But what was it?

She's been thinking about it for days, but she just can't come up with a solution.

She placed the water glass on the table, pursed her lips, and wondered if she should also try inserting the needle into her own body.

But what if she ended up with some kind of paralysis? That would be a huge loss for her, and besides, she wasn't a professional in this area. If it was an acupuncture needle, even if it were inserted into her body, it couldn't be completely undetectable. Back then, on that top floor, it was just Siyi and the deceased Yingrui. Although one person was hiding elsewhere, Siyi was still conscious when Yingrui fell. The needle couldn't have suddenly entered her body. And there was one thing she couldn't understand: what kind of location could allow someone to fall so flawlessly?

Just as she hesitated, the doorbell suddenly rang loudly. She paused for a few seconds before realizing she was in a hotel in City B. Thinking it was room service, she didn't think much of it, put down her needlework, and ran to open the door. However, the door was only slightly ajar when it was forcefully pushed open from the outside—

"Why is your phone off?" Lu Fengcheng asked abruptly as soon as he entered the room.

Xia Ran disliked having her phone on when she was working or thinking, and she had kept it off for the past two days. She had been pondering the needle issue, and Lu Fengcheng's sudden intrusion interrupted her train of thought, which naturally displeased her. Her beautiful face immediately darkened, and her tone became even more unfriendly, "Young Master Lu, you've come all this way just to question why my phone is off? Who do you think you are? Do I need to report to you whether my phone is on or off?"

Lu Fengcheng was usually someone who never showed his emotions, but in front of Xia Ran, he repeatedly lost his composure. In fact, he himself was not quite sure what was going on. This woman always had this ability to make him so angry... it was truly indescribable.

His tall, slender figure cast a shadow. Lu Fengcheng took a few steps closer to Xia Ran, his tall and imposing frame almost completely enveloping her. Xia Ran frowned, remaining silent and fearlessly meeting his dark, gloomy eyes.

"Who is Shang Zhancheng?" He suddenly blurted out a question that seemed completely unrelated to what had just been asked. Xia Ran was taken aback by his abrupt change of topic, and it took her a moment to react—

Is the trade show a success?

Wasn't that the mixed-race guy she met abroad when she was in college? He was actually quite handsome and studied medicine. He used to joke about pursuing her, but Xia Ran never took it to heart. Later, she found it too annoying, so she didn't contact Shang Zhancheng again after returning to China. By that calculation, they hadn't seen each other for almost five or six years.

But how did Lu Fengcheng know about Shang Zhancheng?

"Why are you asking about this person?" Still somewhat curious, she frowned and asked, "Do you know him?"

Xia Ran had no idea that her tone sounded to Lu Fengcheng like she was protecting "Shang Zhancheng," as if he couldn't even ask her a question. Her nervous and cautious manner was like that of someone guarding their beloved candy.

This infuriated Lu Fengcheng!

"You really do know this man!" His tone was certain, yet every word was sharp. "Damn it, Xia Ran, you've been in contact with him all along? Are you playing me for a fool? Rolling around with me in bed while still having an affair with your ex! Or have you been keeping a backup plan all along, which is why you're so brazen towards me?"

Xia Ran trembled with anger after hearing his words, her face turning pale. "Lu Fengcheng, are you sick?!"

She didn't want to say anything more to this inexplicably crazy man, so she turned to go into the study. Unexpectedly, the man behind her followed her. As soon as she entered the study, he grabbed her wrist, shoved her against the large desk, and pressed his strong body against her. His hands braced on either side of her, trapping her within his control. His handsome, yet gloomy face slowly pressed down—

"You dare to scold me?"

"So what if I curse you? You're crazy! Get out of my way!"

Xia Ran was truly furious. Had this man taken the wrong medicine? Not only did he inexplicably come to bother her, but he also inexplicably brought up Shang Zhancheng. She did know Shang Zhancheng, but they hadn't been in contact for many years. How could he speak so negatively about him? What right did he have to boss her around like this? Wasn't she anyone to him? When they were together, he clearly said it was a mutual need, an adult game. When they broke up, he was the one who told her to get lost, that he didn't need her. And now what was this? This persistent ghost, always appearing in front of her—what else could it be but a psychopath?

"You dare tell me to get lost?" Lu Fengcheng raised an eyebrow at the woman beneath him. Her face was stubborn, but in bed she was a completely different person. This woman harbored two souls: one shrewd and capable to the point of being almost heartless, and the other, the soul only Lu Fengcheng could see. In bed, whether beneath him or on top of him, she shed her outer garments, revealing a bewitching beauty that would drive any man mad…

"A woman who's slept in my bed, Lu Fengcheng's woman, I don't want to let go. Who can escape?" His last few words were almost a murmur. The instant his voice fell, his thin lips descended, those soft lips so close to his face. He only needed to get a fraction closer to possess them completely—

But the next second, his entire body suddenly froze—

"Hiss...! Damn it, what was that—" He groaned, feeling a tingling sensation run down his spine in an instant. It only lasted a second; before he could even recover from the tingling sensation, his body had already uncontrollably taken two steps back, his handsome face contorted. "Damn it, Xia Ran, you crazy woman, what did you do to me? My feet... my hands, what's wrong... I can't move..."

Actually, it wasn't that he couldn't move, but rather that he was completely out of control. Lu Fengcheng's tall body staggered back several steps before his legs hit the sofa, and he fell heavily to the ground. He tried to reach out and grab something, but his hands were completely powerless. His legs had been numb just a moment ago, but now even the numbness was gone.

This strong man lay stiffly on the sofa, unable to move, only his mind clear. He angrily growled at Xia Ran, "Xia Ran, what did you do to me? Why can't I move?!"