The big boss is reborn and lets himself go.

In the suburbs of Shanghai, Zhou Yanhuan's Brilliant Garden shines like a dazzling pearl, gently embraced by the night. Like an elegant fairy, she strolls leisurely along the pebble path, the evening breeze like a passionate poet, carrying the fragrance of roses and lavender, softly caressing her face. The fountain in the center of the garden, illuminated by the moonlight, is like a dancing sprite, leaping and laughing, its splashes shimmering with tiny silver light, like countless sparkling pearls scattered across the earth. Not far away, a Gothic pavilion, like a mysterious castle, is tightly surrounded by roses climbing its walls, like a loyal guardian protecting this tranquil world. Above, countless stars twinkle, like glittering jewels set in the vast sky; only the chirping of insects and the rustling of leaves can be heard, like a beautiful concert performed by nature. The world seems to have been muted, so peaceful and intoxicating, as if one were in a dreamlike fairyland.

Meanwhile, a thousand miles away in the capital, night was just beginning to fall, unfolding like a mysterious scroll. Si Yanjing, tall and straight as a pine tree, strode confidently into the magnificent and opulent Junyue Club. Crystal chandeliers, like glittering stars, cast dazzling light, illuminating the interior as if it were daytime. On the dance floor, men and women, like enchanted sprites, danced wildly to the dynamic rhythm. The scents of perfume, alcohol, and hormones mingled, creating a powerful whirlwind in the air. At the gambling tables, the clinking of chips was crisp and melodious, like heavenly music. Cheers and sighs rose and fell, weaving a symphony of ups and downs. Si Yanjing held a wine glass, his gaze cold and icy, seemingly able to see through everything. A slight, self-deprecating smile played on his lips, as if mocking the noisy world.

On one side lies a tranquil manor, pampered by nature, a veritable paradise, silently healing weary souls amidst moonlight and fragrant flowers; on the other, a luxurious club brimming with endless desires, a veritable abyss of depravity, where people lose themselves in its decadent extravagance. These two starkly different nights, like two parallel worlds, clearly separate Zhou Yanhuan and Si Yanjing's lives, foreshadowing their ultimately divergent fates and whether they are truly meant to be together.

Grand Hyatt Club

Si Yanjing, Xu Linchuan, He Junze, Ning Yuanzhou, and Lu Chengzhou sat facing each other, each holding a cup of wine, some taking a small sip and others drinking it all in one gulp.

Si Yanjing downed the wine in his glass in one gulp, as if it weren't wine, but a bitter medicine to make him forget his troubles. The glass collided with the coffee table with a loud "bang," sounding particularly abrupt in the quiet private room.

He slowly raised his head, his gaze falling on Xu Linchuan beside him. Xu Linchuan, one of the masterminds who had orchestrated this scandal with him, was nonchalantly toying with the wine glass in his hand.

Si Yanjing's voice was somewhat low, tinged with a hint of confusion: "Linchuan, why would someone suddenly leave like that?"

These words were like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples. Everyone present gasped in shock upon hearing Si Yanjing's words.

However, the moment Si Yanjing finished speaking, Lu Chengzhou, who had been observing coldly, suddenly let out a cold laugh. His laughter sounded unusually jarring in the quiet atmosphere, drawing everyone's attention.

In truth, Lu Chengzhou harbored no less resentment than Si Yanjing. It was precisely because of the mess Si Yanjing and Xu Linchuan had created that Zhou Yanhuan, that little devil, finally snapped. She rallied everyone who knew the inside story, unleashing a massive uproar online, like dropping several giant nuclear bombs.

Just half an hour earlier, he was busy dealing with this matter at the company. Fortunately, the military and a mysterious force intervened in time, successfully suppressing the public outcry and clarifying the situation.

“Young Master Si, if you are referring to Zhou Yanhuan, then I must say that your actions yesterday, where you and Xu Linchuan spread rumors online in an attempt to force her into submission through such dirty means, were truly disgraceful, even despicable. Moreover, she did not leave; she simply returned to the person who rightfully belonged to her.” Lu Chengzhou suddenly uttered these words expressionlessly, as if stating a perfectly obvious fact.

Upon hearing this, Xu Linfeng immediately couldn't sit still. He retorted with a serious expression, "Lu Chengzhou, you're not right! What kind of brother are you? He's already gone through all this, and you're still stabbing him in the heart! He just likes Zhou Yanhuan, even if his methods were a little dirty, so what? Besides, how can you be sure they're not truly in love? These so-called methods are just giving them a way out."

"Young Master Xu, what you're saying is absolutely laughable!" Lu Chengzhou's lips curled into a mocking smile. "Didn't you read all the clarifications today? And all those messages online, are you just ignoring them? Who Zhou Yanhuan likes is not something you or I can decide."

He paused, then continued, "Anyone with eyes can see that Zhou Yanhuan doesn't like the current Si Yanjing at all. She likes someone else. The current Si Yanjing is probably not even close to her heart. Oh no, not that he's not close, but he's completely dispensable in her world."

Lu Chengzhou's voice was calm, but the sarcasm in it grew stronger. "The current Si Yanjing is nothing but an imposter, and an imposter who has deceived her for many years. From beginning to end, whether it's Si Yanjing or Rong Huaizhi, she has loved the same person. That person is the Si Yanjing who grew up with her in her home. And the one standing in front of us now is a replacement. Although they have the same face, haven't you noticed? From 10 years ago, Zhou Yanhuan's relationship with Si Yanjing has been just a promise. Even if her eyes occasionally slip out, how do you know that she loves the person in front of her and not someone else she can't see but who has the same face in front of her and will occasionally show affection?"

At this point, Lu Chengzhou's tone softened slightly, but it still carried a hint of sarcasm, "So, Young Master Xu, stop deceiving yourself."

Just then, Ning Zhouyuan also spoke slowly. His voice was equally calm, yet it was like a sharp sword piercing Si Yanjing's heart. "Si Yanjing, you need to know that you are not him. Even if you look exactly alike, you can never become him. You might be able to fool us, but you can never fool Miss Zhou. The facts have already proven that, haven't they?"

After Ning Zhouyuan spoke, everyone present except Lu Chengzhou finally realized what had happened. They had all been deceived by Si Yanjing all these years, and they all turned to look at him.

"Don't look at me like that. I don't know how I became the Si Yanjing I am now, or how I took over his identity. I'm not quite sure either. It's like this part of my memory is missing." A flash of self-doubt crossed Si Yanjing's eyes, but he quickly regained his composure and said.