Huayu: From charlatan to great entertainer

Chapter 496 Dust to dust, ashes to ashes (Thanks to Ice Cream for joining the alliance)

Not to mention the Wang brothers, Ma Yun, and Deng Wendi, even Zhou Xun, who knew a little about Boss Lu's plan, was utterly astonished; it was as if a trap had been laid.

Perhaps the only ones who didn't show any surprise were Bingbing and Liu Yifei.

Bingbing knew about his scheme as early as 2002, when Wang Xiaolei and Lu Kuan had a falling out because the former was trying to curry favor with the already disgraced Liu Fuyin and his son.

Xiao Liu completely treated today's shareholders' meeting as a story session, never expecting that he would be able to show off his affection in public.
She likes this storyline!

Yes, he not only had designs on Huayi for a long time, but he also had designs on himself for a long time!

I am the most special one! This kind of irrefutable evidence must be thoroughly disseminated to the children in the future.

The dimples at the corners of the girl's lips appeared and disappeared, like they were filled with honey, and her phoenix eyes curved into crescents, making her playful and cute.

Liu Yifei certainly knew about this, and she would never forget the scene when he pushed open the door and appeared in front of her when she was looking at the negative information on Tianya with the utmost helplessness.

That day, he must have just returned from the United States after finishing up with the Xinlang project, right?

. . .

A past event that Wang Dajun brought up himself has now become the perfect material for slapping someone in the face.

If it weren't for Wang Xiaolei and Zhou Jun's orchestrated campaign to promote Jang Nara and discredit Liu Yifei, the time traveler might not have even thought to acquire Poxinlang.

Later, under Zhou Jun's leadership, Huayi learned the Wenjie model, began to accept financing from Internet companies, and introduced Xinlang as a shareholder.

Perhaps those who hear this story today will inevitably sigh and say, "They spun their own cocoon."

Especially Wang Xiaolei, who was already somewhat dizzy, glared at Liu Yifei and Chen Danian with hatred. Their casual banter was the sharpest exposure of his recklessness and stupidity.

Seeing his elder brother's gloomy face, the vice chairman of Huayi became even more anxious.

"Alright, it's already 11 o'clock. Let's proceed with the voting!"

Looking at the shareholder register in his hand, Wang Xiaolei was both nervous and excited: "Today, a total of 15 shareholders attended the extraordinary general meeting, while 12 shareholders abstained and did not attend."

Those who abstained were all small fry, and no one dared to offend them, so they simply claimed to be sick and were absent.

"According to the Company Law, the proposal put forward by Fan Bingbing to remove Chairman Wang Dajun requires the consent of more than half of the shareholders present today, that is, more than 48.6%."

"Since it is a one-way equal-number vote rather than an election, only the 'yes' vote is required."

Wang Xiaolei's voice suddenly became somewhat loud and authoritative: "To reiterate, those who believe that Mr. Wang Dajun is no longer suitable to serve as the chairman of Huayi, please vote in favor."

The Company Law does not provide detailed regulations on the voting procedures for shareholders' meetings and board meetings of joint-stock limited companies; generally, the company's articles of association govern these procedures.

In a negative vote like this, the defending side will generally set the voting agenda to vote against the proposal.

Because it's easy for things to fall into a lull, and there are also shareholders who observe and wait for each other, unwilling to offend anyone.

Just like Yang Mi, if the previous shareholders have already reached a majority, she will decisively finish them off.

Afterwards, one could explain to the corrupt family behind it: Huayi was doomed, and there was no need to offend Lu Kuan and Liu Yifei any further.

Another point is that there is a time limit for voting. You shareholders can't just keep looking at each other and voting until the evening, can you?

The two brothers, Dajun and Xiaolei, hoped that the situation would remain cold until time ended, the vote was frozen, and the opposing side failed to win a majority.

"I agree to remove him from office."

Without a doubt, three companies—Xinlang, Liu Yifei, and Zhou Xun—with a combined 26% of the voting rights, were the first to speak out.

A brief silence fell over the scene. Xiao Liu suddenly looked up at Fan Bingbing beside her and suddenly remembered her husband's joke in the car that morning.

Not only Xiao Liu, but also Ma Yun, Wang Dajun, and Wang Xiaolei looked at her with joy at that moment;

Zhang Jizhong, Huang Xiaoming, and Yang Mi were very surprised. Who else had the right to hesitate, Fan Bingbing?
You were the one who just read out the impeachment proposal!
Bingbing felt a tightness in his throat, as if it were blocked by a wad of cotton.

In that instant, the image of the madman Zhou Jun threatening her family flashed through her mind, as did the image of that man that she could never forget.

The sudden blast of hot air from the central air conditioning swept across the back of her neck, sending a shiver down her spine.

In the blink of an eye, Bingbing raised his hand with difficulty: "I agree to the removal."

The actress bit down on the soft flesh inside her lips with her teeth and then released it. She tasted a faint metallic flavor on her tongue and realized that she had bitten herself until she bled.

She ultimately rejected the idea of ​​betraying Lu Kuan.

Even though the thought had crossed my mind more than once, it was quickly dispelled by emotion and reason.

The time traveler cast a long shadow over her.

Is there any connection between still supporting Wenjie's entry into the inner circle and choosing to ignore the news that Xiao Liu is about to be attacked?

For the past two weeks, she has maintained a rhythm of communicating with Boss Lu by phone every two or three days, without any sign of anything unusual.

In this situation, even if Liu Yifei were to encounter misfortune, what he should do is to use every means possible to get rid of that beast first.

She was just following the instructions and voting as planned, just like everyone else. How could she have imagined that this disaster would happen?

Will Wang Xiaolei implicate himself?
No, otherwise he would expose himself.

If Zhou Jun has the opportunity, will he bring up Wang Xiaolei?
Neither will it.

He also hoped that by escaping death due to his status as an "American mental patient," he could receive a large sum of money from Huayi to prolong his drug-addicted life.

Or perhaps, Zhou Jun, this madman, was already prepared to die and hadn't considered all of this at all.

For Bingbing, even if she keeps silent about what Xiao Liu is about to face, she will most likely be able to "escape disaster" and stay away from this vortex.

Who could have imagined that Zhou Jun, who had disappeared for three years, would return at this time?
Without looking from God's perspective, who would know what role she played in all of this?
Does this mean that Liu Yifei is always the prime suspect in every incident that happens to her?
"Are you alright? Are you hot or cold?"

Liu Yifei's gaze fell on Fan Bingbing, whose long, slender legs, encased in black leggings, were pressed together, but whose knees trembled slightly.

She seemed cold, yet her smooth forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat, and her lips were tightly pursed.

She had already sensed that something was wrong, but no matter how hard she tried, she could never have imagined that a terrible disaster was about to befall her.

Meanwhile, the leading actresses around her are suffering, hesitating, and tormented by this.

Zhang Jizhong and Huang Xiaoming exchanged a glance, both feeling there was no need to delay any longer, and raised their hands in succession to indicate: "Agreed to remove him."

Wang Xiaolei was horrified. He never expected that Fan Bingbing would not only not give up, but would also bravely advance in the face of Zhou Jun's threats, even leading the old scoundrel with the big beard and the greasy cult leader to "surrender".

His still-healing brow bone throbbed, and unable to suppress the anger he felt from Chen Danian's recent revelation, he said in a somber tone:
"Bingbing, you take so long to think about a vote. I wonder if you've considered other things as well."

"Are you threatening me?"

Are you threatening her?

Two sharp, shrill voices rang out simultaneously in the conference room!

One is Bingbing from Huayi, who, although she hasn't decided whether to stop Liu Yifei later and tell her the truth, has already decided to go against Huayi!

One is Liu Yifei, a popular actress who sits next to her and works tirelessly for her husband, and is being verbally threatened.

Bingbing's voice was sharp, like a knife cutting into her throat, and the last note still carried a slight tremor, which was her still suppressed emotions and guilt.
Xiao Liu's voice is clear and bright, like ice shattering against jade, but it is slightly soft due to insufficient breath during pregnancy, yet no one dares to ignore it.

Everyone cast their gazes toward the two top female stars in the Chinese entertainment industry. Bingbing's coral lipstick was bitten with teeth marks, and Xiao Liu's phoenix eyes were filled with cold light. They all looked at Wang Xiaolei, who was pointing at them, without any attempt to hide their intentions.

Wang Dajun, his face grim, said, "Xiao Lei, continue chairing the meeting. Don't discuss anything else."

"...good."

The latter's face turned pale, and at this moment he seemed to feel the humiliation of having his leg broken that day again.

Once you're knocked down, it seems you can never stand up straight again.

Ma Yun looked grim, but she secretly hoped that Wang Xiaolei would cause a scene at the meeting, which would at least temporarily stop the current downward trend.

It's like using a foul to disrupt the opponent's attacking rhythm on a football field.

Liu Yifei reached out and patted Bingbing's trembling thigh, then turned her head and whispered, "Don't be afraid of him. If he dares to do anything, have Lu Kuan teach him a lesson."

At that moment, she didn't even realize that the reason the other person was trembling was because of her.

Bingbing's eyebrows, which had been raised in anger, slowly lowered, and the fine lines between her brows relaxed.

Watching her glossy, oil-coated fingertips gently press against my knee and then release, like a soft feather falling into an abyss.

The leading actress was just astonished that Liu Yifei had stood up for her;
Now, enveloped by such gentle voices, and as the girl turned her head to whisper, a sweet fragrance wafted over, warming one's heart.

Her heart was being torn apart.

However, no one in this office could truly understand her hardships and torment. Huayi's side had long been silently assessing the situation, and it was still in their favor at the moment.

At the end of this round, the voting rights of the usurper rebels reached 42.7%.

There is still a 5.9% gap between the 48.6% required for the recall proposal to take effect.

Is this a lot?

not much.

But for both sides who are "confident", putting aside Mr. Lu's plan, where does Huayi's confidence come from?
After losing his temper, Wang Xiaolei stopped talking and refused to urge anyone to continue voting. It would have been much more efficient to end things there.

Looking at the remaining shareholder list, a glimmer of hope rose in his heart. At that moment, he couldn't help but think of the man in pants beside him's favorite saying:
Who else?
Is Yang Mi wavering?
Zhang Guoli, who greeted his own side from the moment he entered the door today, did not have any communication with Wenjie's side.

Is it still Xu Zheng with a bald head and two red hearts?

Okay! Even if all three of them "defect," they would only have a combined 5.5% of the voting rights.

Li Binbin, who was left behind, had already made it clear that after fighting with Bingbing for so many years, she knew very well that if Bingbing gained power, she would have no chance of winning.

Wu Ershan is even less likely to be involved. Why would a disciple abandoned by the world turn back?

Wang Xiaolei couldn't help but look at Liu Yifei, trying to catch her expression with great interest, only to find that she was playing on her phone.

The young woman smiled faintly, her dimples like honey, her "thick and swollen" fingers flying as she replied to her husband's messages.

Lu Kuan sent her a message saying he was almost at the bottom of the Fenglian Plaza building and asked her how much longer it would take to finish.

Soon, I got hungry!

Xiao Liu replied in this way, the exclamation mark expressing his eagerness to inspect the luxurious canteen of Wenjie.

How can she be so calm?

While Wang Xiaolei was completely baffled, he quickly glanced at the list again, but still couldn't find anything interesting.

"Ladies and gentlemen, there are ten minutes left before the voting ends."

It wasn't that he wanted to urge them, but both he and Wang Dajun's hearts were pounding like drums, as if some unknown terror was taking root, sprouting, and about to break through the soil.

"I agree to remove him!"

shock!
Wang Xiaolei was startled; it turned out to be Xu Zheng, who looked embarrassed.

Another voice rang out: "I agree to remove him!"

Wang Dajun looked at his old colleague and partner with disappointment.

Zhang Guoli, who rose to fame, shone brightly, and gained popularity in the Beijing entertainment circle at a very early stage, along with Huayi.

Having made his decision, Old Zhang no longer hesitated. Smiling at everyone present, he politely clasped his hands together and stood up to sign the meeting minutes.
"Excuse me, I'll be going now."

Wang Xiaolei watched with resentment as the first traitor, whom he found hard to accept, left.

Zhang Jizhong and Huang Xiaoming are not from the Beijing circle, but why are you, Zhang Guoli, so decisive?
Although unwilling to admit it, Wang Dajun, Ma Yun, and others all thought of Han Shanping at the same time.

Han Shanping, Mi Jiashan, and Zhang Guoli were employees of Emei Film Studio who met when they were still struggling. Old Han was the lighting technician, Old Mi was the art director, and Zhang Guoli was an extra.

Later, when Han Shanping was transferred to Beijing Film Studio, Zhang Guoli also went to Beijing to develop his career. How close was his relationship with Han Shanping?
In the previous film, "The Founding of a Republic" in 2009, the total cost was 3000 million yuan, and the box office was 4.3 million yuan. Shanghai Film Studio obtained a 10% investment share by virtue of its cinema resources, and Zhang Guoli also had a 10% share.

It can be seen.

The atmosphere in the meeting room grew increasingly heavy, and coupled with the still-falling snow outside the window, it evoked a sense of desolation and utter desolation.

Wang Dajun took off his glasses, rubbed them, and looked at the shareholder register with reddened eyes:

45.2%, still 3.4% short.

After exchanging messages with Boss Lu, Xiao Liu roughly assessed the current situation and suddenly coughed lightly.

Everyone turned to look at her instantly. The beautiful and wealthy wife glanced casually at the flustered Yang Mi, subtly exerting pressure.

Trying to get away with things from both sides, is that it?

No! We have to choose now!
Da Mimi keenly received the signal, looked up and saw her "best friend's" clear and sharp eyes, and the corners of her lips slightly raised like a gentle knife.

She felt so guilty that she dared not look directly at him and quickly looked away, as if she had been teased by a scumbag and was in a state of turmoil, her face showing embarrassment.

The big-breasted girl's earrings swayed and blurred with her rapid breathing, and her carefully applied bitten lip makeup was rubbed and mottled by her teeth. At this moment, I felt like my heart was about to burst out of the thick layer of fat!

I'm going to die! What am I going to do?!

Why hasn't anyone defected yet?! Let me hitch a ride with you!
Wang Xiaolei tapped the table lightly in dissatisfaction: "Ms. Liu, you just accused me of making threatening remarks, so what are you doing now?"

"Oh? I'm sorry, my throat is sore." Xiao Liu said calmly.

"Right? Then why don't we finish this early today and let Mr. Lu take you home to rest?" Time was running out, and everyone was on edge.

Not only Bingbing, Zhang Jizhong, and Huang Xiaoming, who were filled with doubt, but also, because of their unwavering faith in Boss Lu, they were now speculating about who would defect.

Furthermore, Ma Yun, Wang Dajun, Deng Wendi, Wang Xiaolei, and others have practically worn out the equity chart in front of them over the past two days, and they really can't imagine where the enemy's backup plan is still hidden.

"Um... Lu Kuan really came to pick me up. Sorry, I might have to go first."

She slowly got up, nodded to Zhou Xun, Zhang Jizhong, Huang Xiaoming and others, and went to sign the papers in preparation for leaving.

Xiao Liu, being pregnant, seemed quite out of place in today's solemn and serious meeting.

Dressed in loose casual clothes, often playing on her phone or whispering to Bingbing, she was about to leave before the game was even over?

An alarm suddenly went off in the minds of Wang Dajun, Ma Yun, Wang Xiaolei, and others. The richest man's wife was far from being so brainless, which could only mean that the other party had never doubted today's victory from the beginning!
There's a mole inside!?
who is it?

It's still 3.4% short, so who could it be?
Yang Mi, Li Binbin, and Wu Ershan all betrayed the regime?
The three individuals hold a combined 4% stake, giving them a total of 49.2% of the vote to remove the candidate, which exceeds the threshold by 0.6%.

Da Wang, Xiao Wang, Ma Yun, and the others all looked at them. Apart from Da Mimi, who was still biting her lip and helplessly watching the scumbag Xiao Liu who was about to leave, the other two did not make a sound!
No?

They couldn't help but look at Feng Xiaogang again.

"This... why are you all looking at me?" Kuzi shook his head speechlessly, having kept a low profile throughout the day.

Having a way out makes all the difference, similar to Wu Ershan.

Damn it! Wang Xiaolei was even more surprised and uncertain!

There are only a few people left, it can't be just us!

The plot of "Lurking" seems to be about to be repeated. Wu Jingzhong: It turns out that I am the real Emei Peak.

Wang Dajun coughed and reminded him, "Isn't it about time, Xiao Lei?"

The latter roused himself: "Yes! Everyone..."

"Fuck!"

An awkward, abrupt, and labored screech of a chair being dragged interrupted Wang Xiaolei's excited urging.

Apart from Liu Yifei, who had just left, and Zhang Guoli, who had already departed, everyone stared in disbelief at the foreign woman who had gotten up.

Wang Dajun also suddenly stood up: "Deng..."

"President Wang!" Deng Wendi forced a smile onto his sharply defined face and raised his hand to interrupt Huayi Chairman, who was about to fall into the abyss.

"I'm sorry, but this is Mr. Murdoch's opinion, and I can't refuse it."

She paused, then explained to the group of people who looked fierce and helpless: "By next year, Wenjie will have the most advanced 4K and IMAX screens in mainland China. Lu Kuan and Murdoch have reached a cooperation agreement on Avatar, regarding how to use Wenjie's ultra-high-end cinemas to promote Avatar under the auspices of China Film Group."

“In some regions, Wenjie can guarantee 100% screenings in 4K and IMAX.”

"This was also his final decision and suggestion after talking with Cameron. Both Lu Kuan and Cameron understand how to maximize the value of Avatar."

"You should watch the news later."

The female hunter shrugged, reluctantly agreeing to the dismissal, and then signed to confirm its validity.

What was she doing all this time?
Yang Mi is waiting, and so is she.

Even with her husband's orders, she still wanted to wait until the last moment. After all, Wendy Deng had been humiliated by the couple before, and she was not about to swallow this insult easily.

In fact, Wu Ershan was also waiting, because he had already decided to sign with Wanda and become the first contracted director under Wanda Pictures!
Since they're already prepared to leave Huayi, why should they still care about them? They might as well shamelessly try to curry favor with their old employer.

Some people can discard him like trash, yet he dares not utter the slightest complaint.

Inside the meeting room, only the Wang brothers, Lao Ma, and Kuzi's gang of four remained, standing up alone as they watched Deng Wendi and the others leave one after another, like irregular WiFi antennas.

Over the course of those two or three hours, Wang Xiaolei, who had experienced several ups and downs, finally slumped helplessly into a chair, recalling everything that had just happened amidst intense nerve pain.

Why was Liu Yifei able to leave without any worries?

Because Wendy Deng is the last resort, as for what agreement Murdoch and Mr. Loo reached, everyone will soon see it in the news.

"What a fucking piece of trash!" Ma Yun suddenly couldn't help but swear and turned to leave.

Wang Xiaolei's forehead veins bulged, knowing that this was an insult directed at him, and he couldn't help but look at Bingbing, who was staring blankly at her phone.

She received a message from Liu Yifei and stared at it for a long time, her mind inexplicably preoccupied.

Just as Wang Xiaolei was about to go up and angrily question him, Bingbing suddenly rushed out while making a phone call!

The man reached out and pulled her away forcefully, but instantly understood her intention!
He was so tense during the morning's vote that he almost forgot about it!
Wang Xiaolei's voice trembled as he involuntarily shouted at her retreating figure, "Are you crazy! Are you crazy? Why are you bothering with this!"

The corridor was deserted, with only his unwilling shouts echoing in the air.

Wang Dajun then realized what had happened and angrily grabbed his brother by the collar: "What is it! Is it something you kept from me last night?! What was she doing?"

"Speak!" Wang Xiaolei stared blankly at his older brother, knowing that if Bingbing went to rescue people, he would be completely exposed, which would inevitably implicate his older brother as well.

How to do?
"Big brother, I'll take care of it."

Remembering the tragic experiences of Liu Zeyu, Zhou Jun, Lu Chuan, and Zhu Dake, Wang Xiaolei, once again driven to the brink, gritted his teeth, quickly walked towards the elevator, took out his phone, and dialed the number of the mad poisoner.

If you're even a step too late, it's all over.

. . .

Just before Bingbing, who was going through a painful ordeal, received that message and ran downstairs.

Fenglian Plaza underground parking garage.

Liu Yifei looked at the van in front of her: "Huh? Where's Afei? Aren't we taking the 825?"

"Oh, that car broke down. Ah Fei will drive it first. We'll ride in this one today, warm it up for a bit, and then we'll set off."

He changed the subject: "Was today interesting? Did it feel like watching a TV series?"

"Interesting, especially Yang Mi, her acting is quite good." Xiao Liu was speechless; it seemed that this superficial friendship couldn't be maintained.

"She just sent me a message apologizing, saying that she ultimately voted in favor of the recall."

Liu Yifei scoffed: "I reckon almost everyone's left by now. There's no suspense after Wendy Deng's vote; she just secretly checked in."

"By the way, Wang Xiaolei just threatened Fan Bingbing. I feel like something's not right." Xiao Liu recalled the implication in his words, turned to look at the man beside her, who still looked indifferent.

"Never mind, I'll send Bingbing a message."

Boss Lu's expression darkened slightly: "What did you say?"

Xiao Liu smiled and said, "How about we invite her to have dinner at Wenjie? Wang Xiaolei just threatened her, let's help her out, after all, Huayi will be handed over to her in the future."

Lu Kuan's gaze sharpened slightly, but he didn't stop her from sending the message. He casually asked, "When you left... did she say anything?"

"Huh? No, what's wrong?"

"It's alright, let's go eat later." Boss Lu leaned back comfortably in the highly supportive chair, his eyes flickering.

Outside the window, snow continued to fall heavily, and the leaden sky pressed down on the earth like countless tiny blades cutting through the stagnant air.

The few vehicles and people leaving the courtyard of Fenglian Plaza at this moment seemed unaware of what was about to happen.
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Bingbing and Wang Xiaolei took the elevator downstairs one after the other. Bingbing couldn't get through to Xiao Liu on the phone, and when she got into the elevator, there was still no signal.

Liu Yifei's message completely devastated her. Even with intense resentment, anger, and jealousy, she couldn't bear to watch the young girl meet with such misfortune.

where is she?

Where is Zhou Jun now?

The leading actress was in a panic in the middle of the elevator.

More than 100 meters from the underground parking garage exit, at the north corner, there is a row of "debt defaulters' vehicles" covered with full-coverage car covers.

These cars are mostly parked for extended periods because rain, snow, and hail in northern winters cause significant damage to vehicles, so they are covered with protective shields, and passersby don't even give them a second glance.

Zhou Jun was in one of the vehicles.

He had driven his car into the yard last night, with holes in the car cover so that he could see the exits of the two garages to the east and west.

Once he sees the license plate of Liu Yifei's car, which ends in 825, that arrived in the morning, he can take action.

This crazed venomous insect naturally didn't have the ability to acquire special vehicles like the Yunda or the muck trucks, which were designed for crossing terrain. Not only could he not drive them, but he also couldn't get into the city.

Zhou Jun's vehicle used in the attack was a Saab 9-5 Aero 2.3T, an old car he had previously retired in China, but which had excellent performance.

Why choose it?
The factory-installed 2.3-liter turbocharged engine can accelerate from 0 to 100 km/h in less than 8 seconds, providing extremely strong short-distance acceleration.

Most importantly, the front suspension is a MacPherson strut with an anti-roll bar, resulting in high front-end rigidity and a ground clearance of only 14 centimeters.

This means that once it accelerates, it is very easy to scoop under the target vehicle during a high-speed impact, causing the target vehicle to roll over or its chassis to deform.

For Zhou Jun, who had just satisfied his drug addiction and was in a state of extreme hyperactivity, he would hit people if he could see them, and overturn cars if he couldn't see them!
Given the angle at which his car is now facing, as soon as the 京A·LL825 drives out of the garage, he can immediately crash into the side door of the Maybach.

Even if the extremely rigid Saab didn't hit Liu Yifei, the overturning of the vehicle, causing it to roll, catch fire, and crush her would be enough to kill her or at least seriously injure her.

Especially since she was a vulnerable pregnant woman.

At 11:05 a.m., apart from the fact that they hadn't left because the road was wide and they were using the excuse of warming up their cars, the few people in the courtyard of Fenglian Plaza were still unaware that the scales of fate had quietly tipped.

The leading lady's fingertips trembled as she repeatedly redialed. The signal bars in the elevator jumped desperately. She slammed on the gas and sped out of the east exit, her phone burning hot from her grip. Snowflakes outside the car window pelted the windshield like her rapid breathing.

The signal in the underground parking garage is extremely poor right now; there's no hope of getting through unless you go outside.

When Wang Xiaolei fell into the driver's seat of the Crown, he hit an old injury. The scar on his eyebrow throbbed. He loosened his tie with one hand and frantically tapped the car phone with the other. The roar of the old engine was mixed with the sound of his teeth chattering.

He couldn't help but touch his broken right leg, and at that moment he recalled the scene from yesterday in his eldest brother's office, where the two brothers looked at their youngest brother in a photo and wept together.

Despite the excruciating nerve pain, Wang Xiaolei knew that Bingbing must have already tipped him off. If it really led to a tragic outcome, everything would be over.

I can't drag my elder brother down with me.

Two cars sped out of the east and west garage exits, leaving scorching tracks in the snow, the crisp sound of tires crushing the thin ice like the meshing of gears of fate.

But the sound didn't seem so pleasant.

The snow was like a knife, and on the slope at the garage exit, the two cars rushed out almost simultaneously.

Bingbing's Mercedes-Benz CLS slid out from the east side, while Wang Xiaolei's old Crown fishtailed from the west side, its tires briefly slipping on the thin ice before roaring and tearing through the snow curtain.

Just as their eyes met, a Saab 93, half-buried in snow, suddenly sprang up from the parking area in the center of the garage!
The hood of the car was ripped open by the strong wind, revealing Zhou Jun's distorted face through the windshield. He had a half-smoked cigarette dangling from his lips, and his pupils were as large as black holes due to the euphoria caused by drug use. His knuckles were white as he gripped the steering wheel.

"825... 825..." he muttered nervously, flooring the accelerator.

Saab, like a wild beast out of control, charged straight at the Maybach 京A·LL825 that was slowly driving away.

Fan Bingbing's pupils suddenly contracted, and the world before her eyes seemed to be slowed down—

Snowflakes lingered in the air, Zhou Jun's distorted face grinned maliciously behind the windshield, and the roar of the Saab engine cut into her eardrums like a dull knife.

"what!!!"

A heart-wrenching scream pierced the snow curtain, and the leading lady's fingernails dug deeply into her palms as she floored the accelerator.

She remembered the warmth of the pregnant woman's fingertips as she gently patted her knee twenty minutes earlier;

I recall the girl's slightly upturned tone when she said, "Don't be afraid of him."
Thinking that she had never acted arrogantly or judgmentally in front of him;
I imagined her standing next to me in Harper's Bazaar.

And then there was that message that completely warmed her heart and shattered her defenses.

The call finally connected, but the constant beeping made her incredibly anxious. Bingbing watched the Maybach rapidly approaching, almost unable to imagine what was about to happen.

To prevent a collision, she jerked the steering wheel, attempting to cut in front of the Saab from the right. However, the snow made the brakes fail, and the rear of the Mercedes went out of control and swung towards the Saab's front wheels.

Almost at the same time!

Wang Xiaolei repeatedly tried to call Zhou Jun without success. Seeing that Fan Bingbing's vehicle had already collided with Saab, he accelerated and rushed to the left side of Saab in a panic, intending to block its path with his vehicle.

The old Crown crashed into Zhou Jun from the left side, and Wang Xiaolei could even see the ashes flying from the impact.

The three vehicles forming a deadly triangle drew a fateful trajectory on the snow.

"boom--!"

The Saab twisted and deformed under the double impact, the metal frame groaned, the roof collapsed under the huge impact, the windshield shattered into a spider web, and the fragments flew everywhere like ice crystals.

Zhou Jun's head slammed into shattered glass as it rolled violently, his cervical spine making a crisp "crack" sound as it snapped at an odd angle towards his shoulder blade.

Just like his life was broken three years ago.

A half-burnt cigarette butt still clung to his lips, mixed with blood and stuck to his twisted chin.

At this point, the body dies and the Dao dissipates.

"Hello? Hello?" Liu Yifei's familiar voice suddenly came from Bingbing's phone, but all that answered her was the big star's scream and the noise of a violent impact.

In the basement, the couple who had just answered the phone were startled by the terrifying impact and screams.

Because of the signal issues, the intermittent sound was even more terrifying. Boss Lu's expression changed drastically, and he immediately opened the car door and helped his wife out of the car.

"Sissi, get in Mia's car and don't come out!"

Then he turned back to the van, patted the seat, and urged the driver, "Get out of the underground parking garage!"

Lu Kuan, his heart pounding, answered the abrupt phone call. A Fei's voice, accompanied by the wailing of police sirens, said, "Two cars suddenly rushed out and hit Zhou Jun. One is Wang Xiaolei, and the other is..."

Afei had just gotten out of the car and was shocked to see the rescue team smash the window of the Mercedes-Benz CLS.

Her once beautiful face was now deathly pale, her coral lipstick stained a strange purplish-red by blood, and a strand of hair clung to the still-damp bloodstains on her forehead.

"Yes... Fan Bingbing."

Police officers on duty outside the gate quickly maintained order. Additional officers and ambulances were on their way. Reporters frantically tried to squeeze in, but were unable to cross the line.

"Are you alright?" Boss Lu rushed over and looked the young man up and down, seeing the three ambulances that had been surrounded.

Ah Fei shook his head: "Everything was ready, but how could they..."

Yes, he was a target to lure the enemy, but an exceptionally safe target.

The Maybach underwent a complete overhaul, with a 55° angled military-grade boron steel beam installed in front of the longitudinal beams and welded to the chassis. This can distribute the frontal impact force to the wheels on both sides, preventing deformation of the passenger compartment.

The original aluminum bumper has been replaced with an ultra-high strength steel honeycomb tube, and a compressible hydraulic cylinder has been added to the steering column.

All of these measures were aimed at Zhou Jun's Sabo, and they were all deployed to the fullest extent possible.

It's no exaggeration to say that if the crazed poisonous insect had just run into him, given A-Fei's deliberate precautions, he would have died in a different way.

From the moment he stepped off the plane, his whereabouts were completely known.

"How could this happen?!" Fearing for her husband and A-Fei's safety, Xiao Liu rushed over despite all advice. She looked at the horrifying scene before her in Lu Kuan's arms, her face turning deathly pale.

Wang Xiaolei's crown was overturned, and the deformed A-pillar crushed his chest cavity like a guillotine. As blood gushed from the corner of his mouth, he vaguely saw his older brother running wildly towards him in the snow.

The moment Bingbing's Mercedes airbag deployed, his forehead slammed heavily against the steering wheel. Warm blood blurred his vision, and the last thing he saw was the unmoving taillights of the Maybach, and the image of the man in his mind.

Soon, Bingbing, who was in relatively better condition, was the first to be carefully lifted out of the deformed Mercedes CLS by firefighters.

Snowflakes landed on her blood-stained eyelashes, like tattered butterfly wings.

Only 5 minutes had passed since the incident, and the roads were slippery due to the snow, so the ambulance was still on its way.

Lu Kuan and A Fei rushed forward after being given permission, quickly took off their coats and spread them on the ground, then gently wrapped them around her.

"Bingbing? Bingbing? Can you hear me?"

Liu Yifei covered her mouth as she stepped forward, her cashmere scarf fluttering in the cold wind, revealing her deathly pale lips.

The pregnant belly trembled slightly against the corner of the road, and the young woman gripped her husband's sleeve tightly with her fingertips, her knuckles turning bluish-white.

Bingbing seemed to hear the call of the man she longed for and smell the fragrance of the girl who had just sat next to her. Her blood-stained eyelashes fluttered, and her pupils tried to focus.

She looked at Liu Yifei standing unharmed in the snow, her round pregnant belly clearly outlined under her down jacket, and suddenly a broken smile appeared on her face.

Blood trickled down from the corner of her mouth, blooming into dark red flowers on the snow.

"You're alright...that's so good..." Bingbing didn't even have the strength to cry anymore, and she forced herself to look up at Lu Kuan.

"I'm...I'm sorry, I made a mistake again."

The man shook his head and did not speak.

Nothing to say.

Bingbing's face was filled with anguish: "Will I...die?"

“No.” Lu Kuan sighed deeply, looking at the beautiful woman who had been working for him since 2002, and gently wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth.

The blood droplets on my fingertips gleamed a dark red under the snow, like crushed rose petals.

"Don't overthink it. The company next to you is waiting for you to take control, go public, and change its name. Now you can start thinking about a name."

Everyone waited anxiously for the paramedics to arrive, while Lu Kuan tried his best to attract her attention and actively sought out topics to talk about.

Snowflakes landed on Bingbing's pale lips, melting instantly into watery streaks: "Am I alright...?"

Boss Lu shook his head: "It was given to you in the first place, so there's no question of whether it's okay or not."

Liu Yifei supported her husband's arm to balance herself as she squatted down, holding Bingbing's hand to keep her warm.

The leading lady looked at Xiao Liu, who was safe and sound, with relief. She didn't have time to think about why Xiao Liu hadn't appeared in the 825 Maybach. Her eyes fell on Xiao Liu's pregnant belly, which was covered by her coat, and were full of tenderness and envy.

"Feel it, there are two babies." Liu Yifei noticed her gaze, suddenly grabbed her cold wrist, lifted the hem of her coat, and pressed her hand against her close-fitting cashmere sweater.

The weak Bingbing's fingertips curled up as if electrocuted, but she felt the vibrant life rhythm beneath her clothes. The fetal movement at 18 weeks was like a small fish wagging its tail, with a slight tremor coming through the cashmere sweater.

"They...are moving..." Bingbing's voice suddenly choked, the metallic taste rising in her throat indistinguishable between blood and tears.

"Make way! Make way! Get out of here!"

The ambulance arrived at high speed, and the medical staff didn't care whether you were a billionaire or a big star, rudely shoving Lu Kuan and A Fei aside.

He glanced at Liu Yifei, seemingly surprised, and then began to measure Bingbing's indicators.

"Blood pressure 90/60, heart rate 110, breathing shallow and rapid." The nurse quickly reported the vital signs and put an oxygen mask on Bingbing.

The doctor gently pressed on her chest, and Bingbing immediately groaned, cold sweat beading on her forehead.

"The 4th and 5th ribs on the right side are suspected to be fractured, and there is a contusion on the left scapula with suspicious bone crepitus. Internal bleeding needs to be ruled out."

As the doctor spoke, he gestured to his assistant to secure the neck brace: "The limbs are functioning normally, there are no open fractures, but there is a clear impact injury to the right knee."

The nurses had quickly established an IV line, and the doctor checked the fixation straps one last time: "Now it's time for the transfer. Who's going to come with the ambulance?"

Bingbing on the stretcher seemed to be struggling a bit. When the nurse saw that she wanted to speak, she temporarily removed her mask.

Fan Bingbing's blood-stained fingertips curled slightly, leaving several dark red scratches on the edge of the stretcher.

She turned her head with difficulty, the black stains of mascara mixed with blood, leaving broken ink marks at the corners of her eyes.

"No need to follow the car..." she said weakly, the blood rising in her throat making each word sound like sandpaper soaked in water. "Take Yifei back."

When they were about to be lifted into the car, Bingbing couldn't help but try to reach for Liu Yifei's clothes, but her right arm could only hang limply at her side. Seeing this, Liu Yifei quickly grabbed her hand.

"You...you, will you be able to come see me later?"

The question was asked very softly, like a piece of ashes that was about to go out.

Boss Lu nodded: "I'll go inform your mother first, and we'll go together later. Don't worry."

"good..."

He patted the cold-faced bodyguard on the shoulder: "Afei, you go with him. Contact me anytime if anything happens."

"Yes."

The ambulance drove away with its siren blaring.

"Xiao Lei!"

Lu Kuan and Liu Yifei turned around abruptly. Wang Dajun, who had heard the commotion upstairs, also staggered into the snow. His leather shoes slipped on the ice, and he almost fell.

He rushed to the twisted and deformed crown and saw his younger brother's crooked body through the shattered car window. Wang Xiaolei's right arm was bent at an eerie angle in front of his chest, and he was clutching the group photo of the four brothers tightly in his arms. Blood had soaked through the smile of the third brother in the photo.

"Xiao Lei! Xiao Lei!" Wang Dajun's roar, mixed with the sound of police sirens, pierced through the snow. He tore at the deformed car door with his bare hands, his knuckles cut bloody and mangled by the metal nicks.

Paramedics forcibly pulled him away, and Wang Xiaolei, who was in the car, suddenly convulsed and coughed up a mouthful of blood, the blood-stained photo slipping from his fingers.

Liu Yifei leaned against Lu Kuan's chest, instinctively protecting her bulging pregnant belly. Her cashmere scarf was blown open by the cold wind, revealing a light apricot-colored turtleneck sweater underneath.

Her husband's coat wrapped around her thin shoulders. The young girl looked at the human tragedy before her and felt an overwhelming sense of pity.

At this moment, all positions and struggles seem so insignificant, and the fragility of life and the preciousness of family become even clearer amidst the intertwining of blood and snow.

This feeling was especially strong in Lu Kuan's eyes, who knew the inside story.

Why did Bingbing risk her life to save Xiao Liu, whom she thought was in the car? And why did Wang Xiaolei make the most heroic sacrifice of his life?
This continued until Wang Xiaolei's body was removed and Zhou Jun's remains were collected.

This bloody drama, interwoven with hatred, ambition, and redemption, finally came to a close amidst a flurry of snowflakes.

The resentment and humiliation of the ambitious man three years ago transformed into the twisted obsession of the avenger; Wang Xiaolei's broken leg pain gave rise to the madman's self-destructive rage.

Bingbing, who had strayed from the right path, chose the light of humanity at the last moment, using his own flesh and blood to stop the tragedy from spreading.

Although such tragedies have long been avoided by time travelers.

The blood stained the snow red, washing away all the filth and conspiracy.

This grand drama begins with hatred and ends with redemption;

It begins with ambition and ends in sacrifice;
It begins with calculation and ends with human nature.

When everything returns to dust, all that remains are the bloodstains gradually congealing on the snow and the sighs drifting in the wind.

"Let's go."

"Ah."

Amidst the heavy snowfall, Lu Kuan held Liu Yifei tightly in his arms, the girl's swollen pregnant belly pressed against his body, the family of four embracing each other closely.

The cold wind swept across the dark red marks on the snow, and the congealed bloodstains were quickly covered by fresh snow, as if they had never existed.

The cycle of revenge is no small matter; separation and reunion are all preordained.

It's like birds returning to the forest after eating their fill, leaving behind a vast expanse of white, truly clean!

(End of this chapter)