After the divorce, the CEO's ex-wife deeply regretted her actions.

Chen Yun was silent for a moment, then said, "You don't need to thank me. I just did what I thought was right."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, followed by a suppressed sob, which eventually turned into a wail.

Chen Yun listened quietly without interrupting her.

Any words of comfort seem pale and powerless at this moment.

A few days later, the newspaper published the news that Zhao Kun's wife had committed suicide.

The short line of text was like a bomb, creating a breach in Chen Yun's peaceful life.

He felt a strange sense of irritation, but couldn't quite put his finger on where it came from.

Had he done something wrong? He asked himself. No, he had only done what he believed was right.

Zhao Kun's wife is innocent, but she is also a victim of this tragedy.

Liu Tianxiong called again: "Brother Chen, this time it's all thanks to you! Zhao Kun is completely finished, his company is now mine! Shall we celebrate together tonight?"

Chen Yun declined Liu Tianxiong's invitation, as he was not in the mood for celebration at the moment.

The suicide of Zhao Kun's wife weighed heavily on his heart like a boulder, making it hard for him to breathe.

In the days that followed, Chen Yun deliberately avoided all news related to Zhao Kun.

He tried to get back to a peaceful life, but found it much more difficult than he had imagined.

He couldn't help but recall the despair in Zhao Kun's wife's eyes and her trembling voice.

This feeling was like a thorn stuck in his heart, causing a dull ache.

One night, Chen Yun was drinking at a bar, trying to numb himself.

In the dim light, a young man suddenly walked up to him and splashed a glass of wine in his face.

"You're Chen Yun?"

The man asked through gritted teeth, his eyes burning with hatred.

Chen Yun wiped the wine off his face and looked up at the man in front of him.

He recognized the face; it was Zhao Kun's son, Zhao Liang.

“It’s me,” Chen Yun replied calmly.

"You ruined my family! You killed my mother!"

Zhao Liang roared and swung his fist at Chen Yun.

Chen Yun dodged to the side, grabbed Zhao Liang's wrist, and twisted it forcefully. Zhao Liang cried out in pain and fell to his knees.

"Do you think this will solve the problem?" Chen Yun looked at him coldly.

"Your father's actions are his own fault."

"Bullshit!" Zhao Liang struggled to his feet.

"My dad was framed! It's all your fault! You killed him! You killed my mom!"

The music in the bar stopped abruptly, and everyone's eyes were on them.

"What do you want?" Chen Yun released Zhao Liang's hand.

"I'll make you pay with your life!" Zhao Liang roared, pulling a dagger from his waist and stabbing at Chen Yun.

Chen Yun was prepared; he dodged the dagger and kicked Zhao Liang in the stomach.

Zhao Liang screamed in agony as the dagger fell to the ground.

Chen Yun did not press his advantage. He simply looked coldly at Zhao Liang and said, "You should not bear the burden of your father's mistakes. You have a long way to go. Don't ruin yourself."

After saying that, Chen Yun turned and left the bar. Behind him came Zhao Liang's hysterical shouts and curses, but he didn't turn back.

Zhao Liang's hatred will not disappear easily, but that is no longer something he can control.

He just wanted to get rid of all this as soon as possible and return to a peaceful life.

However, once the gears of fate begin to turn, it is difficult to stop them.

Chen Yun's peaceful life was destined to be completely shattered.

A few days later, Chen Yun received a mysterious package. Inside were only a photograph and a note.

The photo shows a woman tied to a chair; it is none other than Wang Yuyan.

The note contained only one sentence: "If you want her to live, come to the dock warehouse."

He immediately called the police, but at the same time, he knew he couldn't just sit and wait to die.

He must go to the dock warehouse in person to rescue Wang Yuyan.

As night fell, Chen Yun arrived alone at the dock warehouse.

The warehouse was pitch black, with only faint lights coming from afar.

Chen Yun carefully sneaked into the warehouse, searching everywhere for Wang Yuyan.

Suddenly, the warehouse lights came on. Chen Yun was stunned by what he saw.

In the center of the warehouse, Wang Yuyan was tied to a chair, with a tall man standing next to her holding a gun.

What shocked Chen Yun even more was that behind the man stood Zhao Liang, a strange smile on his face.

"Chen Yun, you've finally arrived." Zhao Liang's voice was full of mockery.

"You didn't expect to see me again, did you?"

Chen Yun shifted his gaze from Zhao Liang to the man and asked, "Who are you?"

The man sneered and said, "Who I am is not important. What is important is that you will die soon."

"Why did you kidnap Wang Yuyan?" Chen Yun asked.

"Because of you!" Zhao Liang said through gritted teeth.

"It's all because of you! You ruined my family! I'll make you pay!"

"Zhao Liang, calm down!" Chen Yun tried to persuade him.

"This is not the solution!"

"Zhao Liang, calm down! Listen to me..."

Chen Yun tried to calm Zhao Liang down, but he was like an enraged bull, his eyes bloodshot and filled with insane hatred.

"Calm down? How can you expect me to calm down?!" Zhao Liang roared hoarsely.

"You killed my father, ruined my family, and now you're telling me to calm down?!"

He pointed at Chen Yun, his finger trembling.

"You're a monster! You've ruined everything I had!"

The tall man grew impatient and rudely interrupted Zhao Liang's roar:

"Alright, enough with the nonsense!"

He raised the gun in his hand, the dark muzzle pointed at Chen Yun.

"Boy, your death has come!"

Time seemed to stand still; a tense atmosphere filled the warehouse, the air almost solidifying.

Chen Yun's heart pounded like a drum; his life hung by a thread.

Just then, an accident happened.

Wang Yuyan, who had been tied to the chair, somehow managed to break free.

She suddenly stood up and used all her strength to ram into the man.

Caught off guard, the man lost his balance, and the gun in his hand went off accidentally.

"boom!"

A gunshot shattered the silence of the warehouse.

The bullet did not hit Chen Yun, but struck Wang Yuyan's shoulder.

She groaned softly and collapsed to the ground.

"Yu Yan!"

Chen Yun's eyes were bloodshot; he never expected Wang Yuyan to risk her life to save him.

In the chaos, Chen Yun seized the opportunity to rush forward and engage in combat with the man.

Although the man was tall and strong, Chen Yun was no pushover. He nimbly dodged the man's attacks, waiting for an opportunity to counterattack.

Zhao Liang shouted excitedly from the side, "Kill him! Kill him!"

The man was agile and skilled, and Chen Yun gradually found himself at a disadvantage.

His face and body were covered in bruises, but he didn't give up.

He had to persevere, for Wang Yuyan's sake and for his own.