Reborn in 2014: A One-Man Tycoon

"Yingdie, tell me, what kind of person is Fifth Master?"

Meng Chuan sat in the passenger seat, his gaze drifting to the scenery rushing past the window.

His voice was low, as if he were talking to himself.

Meng Chuan frowned slightly, his heart filled with confusion.

Fifth Master, this mysterious and powerful figure, made him feel unprecedented pressure.

He had thought that he had been reborn, possessing enormous wealth and a far-reaching business empire.

They are already quite adept at navigating this world.

However, the appearance of Fifth Master completely shattered his confidence.

The more Meng Chuan got to know Fifth Master, the more unfathomable he felt.

I thought that since Fifth Master had invested in the Meng Po Guild, he and Fifth Master were both chess players holding the pieces.

But now Meng Chuan increasingly feels that he is just a pawn on Fifth Master's chessboard.

He was completely unqualified to compete with Fifth Master.

Even if he is richer than Fifth Master, a single word from Fifth Master can wipe out everything he has.

Meng Chuan felt very insecure about the feeling that his fate was not firmly in his own hands.

"Fifth Master is a good man."

Yingdie's cold voice interrupted Meng Chuan's thoughts.

Her tone was flat, as if she were stating a very simple fact.

Meng Chuan suddenly turned around, a hint of surprise in his eyes.

But Yingdie's cold and beautiful face remained completely expressionless.

Meng Chuan shook his head, a bitter smile playing on his lips.

Yingdie's loyalty to Fifth Master had reached the point of complete blindness.

Or rather, Yingdie has been completely brainwashed.

Meng Chuan's desire to gain an objective opinion about Fifth Master from Ying Die was nothing but wishful thinking.

However, it's absurd to use the word "good person" to describe a gang leader.

It sounds rather ridiculous no matter how you look at it.

"Yingdie, can you tell me about your childhood? Or tell me about Fifth Master's past?"

Meng Chuan suddenly asked Ying Die.

However, as soon as Meng Chuan said this, Ying Die suddenly trembled.

Although Shadow Butterfly is driving.

However, Meng Chuan could keenly sense that a murderous aura was erupting from Ying Die's body.

This instantly turned the atmosphere inside the car cold.

Yingdie was clearly gripping the steering wheel with increased force.

The slender, snow-white knuckles began to turn slightly red.

Moreover, her already pale face instantly lost all color.

It was as if they had heard something terrible.

Immediately afterwards, Yingdie's body began to tremble slightly.

Sweat began to bead on her forehead, and her breathing became rapid.

"Shadow Butterfly, Shadow Butterfly, calm down!"

Meng Chuan's heart tightened, and he quickly spoke up to comfort him.

He could sense that Yingdie's emotions were spiraling out of control, and the car's speed was starting to increase dramatically.

The scenery outside the car was rushing past, and an uncontrollable accident could happen at any moment.

Yingdie suddenly turned her head and stared intently at Meng Chuan.

Her eyes were bloodshot, and her gaze held a sharp killing intent.

Like a wild beast that has been provoked.

Meng Chuan had never seen such a shadow butterfly before; it was unfamiliar and dangerous.

"Don't pry into my affairs."

Yingdie's voice was icy and chilling.

Every word seemed to drip with ice shards.

"Okay...okay, I won't ask. Calm down."

Meng Chuan quickly raised his hands, indicating that he would not ask any more questions.

His back was soaked with cold sweat.

At the same time, a word suddenly popped into Meng Chuan's mind—stress disorder.

Shadow Butterfly's symptoms are clearly those of the legendary post-traumatic stress disorder.

Meng Chuan once watched a video.

The video features a retired U.S. soldier.

He was provoked by the noise from his neighbor, which sounded like gunshots.

He took a knife and murdered his entire neighbor's family.

Post-traumatic stress disorder is a mental illness that only people who have experienced truly brutal war will suffer from.

Once this psychological trauma is triggered, it can lead to irritability and is difficult to heal.

Meng Chuan couldn't imagine what Ying Die had gone through to have such a strong stress disorder at such a young age.

"Don't pry into Fifth Master's past."

Yingdie took several deep breaths, her voice growing increasingly cold.

But it was clear that she had gradually calmed down.

It is evident that her willpower far surpasses that of ordinary people.

"Okay, I won't ask anymore."

Meng Chuan hurriedly "surrendered".

Meng Chuan was genuinely scared.

What if Shadow Butterfly loses control and stabs herself?

That would be such a tragic and unjust death.

Silence fell again inside the car, broken only by the roar of the engine.

Meng Chuan didn't dare to speak again along the way, for fear of provoking Ying Die again.

He could only silently gaze out the window.

Finally, the car slowly drove into the parking lot opposite the school.

However, Yingdie clearly had no intention of getting off the bus.

"Um...you're not going to reply..."

Meng Chuan hesitated before speaking.

"You are safe now."

"Shadow Butterfly said coldly."

Meng Chuan opened his mouth, but ultimately did not speak.

Over this period of time, Meng Chuan and Ying Die's relationship had progressed considerably.

Meng Chuan could even occasionally sense Ying Die's concern for him.

But now, Meng Chuan clearly feels that the distance between the two has grown again.

"Fine, don't reply then. I'd love for you not to reply! It'll interfere with my conversations with my wife."

Meng Chuan muttered to himself, turned around arrogantly, and walked towards the school alone.

However, when Meng Chuan returned to his dormitory and saw the empty room, the inexplicable sense of unease in his heart grew even stronger.

Especially when he saw Yingdie drying clothes on the balcony, Meng Chuan couldn't help but walk over.

These are the clothes Meng Chuan bought for Ying Die.

However, Yingdie only wears it after taking a shower at night.

During the day, she only wears her own tight leather outfit.

Meng Chuan gently sniffed Ying Die's clothes; the faint scent of Ying Die's body still lingered on them.

Meng Chuan looked up and saw Ying Die's towels and underwear drying on the balcony roof.

Suddenly, some inappropriate images for children involuntarily popped into Meng Chuan's mind.

"Damn it, what are you thinking? This thing has to be hidden. If that bastard Jiang Zhenyu finds it, I won't be able to explain myself no matter how hard I try!"

Meng Chuan quickly banished those inappropriate images from his mind.

Pick up the clothesline and take down Yingdie's underwear.

“This feeling…”

He subconsciously squeezed it, and found it to be surprisingly elastic.

Meng Chuan looked around to make sure no one was there, then, as if possessed, lowered his head to take a sniff.

However, at this moment——

"Boom boom boom!"

There was a sudden and rapid knock on the door.

Meng Chuan was instantly terrified.

He suddenly collapsed on the spot.

My heart, to my dismay, pounded like a drum.

"Who!"

Meng Chuan instinctively roared, his voice tinged with panic.

Before the person outside could answer, Meng Chuan clutched Ying Die's clothes tightly and rushed into the bathroom like a madman.

"Damn it, where did you hide it?"

Meng Chuan was truly panicked.

The toilet was completely empty; there was nowhere to hide anything.

In his panic, Meng Chuan's gaze fell on the toilet's water tank.

In the movie, it seems that drug dealers like to hide drugs or guns here.

This is practically the only place where I can hide things.

Meng Chuan hurriedly opened the lid of the water tank.

Although the room was full of water, Meng Chuan couldn't care less about that now.

He stuffed all the clothes into the tank and then closed the lid.

After confirming that everything was correct, Meng Chuan calmed himself down and walked out of the restroom.

At that moment, Alice's voice came from outside the dormitory door:

"Meng Chuan, it's me. I see you're back. Open the door."