He wants to adopt a younger sister, but his aloof wife disagrees.

Monday morning in Singapore was overcast.

It seemed that even the heavens had foreseen the major events that were about to unfold. The entire city was shrouded in a hazy fog, and the once calm waters of Marina Bay were now turbulent, with waves crashing against the breakwater and creating a series of muffled roars.

The Singapore Stock Exchange (SGX) officially opened at 9:00 AM.

For ordinary stock investors, this was just an ordinary trading day. But for the executives and shareholders of the Song Group, the moment the clock struck nine, the gates of hell opened.

Inside the command center on the top floor of the Sky Dome in the Marina Bay Financial Centre, the atmosphere was as somber as a pre-war command post.

Jiang Che wore a dark black shirt with the cuffs rolled up, revealing a Patek Philippe Starry Night watch. He sat behind the huge command table, holding a freshly brewed espresso, his gaze calmly fixed on the massive data screen that occupied an entire wall.

Behind him, Athena (the system's chief secretary) was reporting to the leader in a calm, emotionless voice:

"Boss, all preparations for 'Operation Storm' are complete. The funding pool has been injected with 500 billion US dollars, and the short-selling leverage has been maximized to 20 times. The 500 financial hacker teams we recruited on the dark web are also in place and ready to launch a DDoS attack on the Song Group's internal network at any time."

"Um."

Jiang Che took a small sip of coffee, and the soft sound of him putting the cup down was as clear as a starting pistol in the deathly silent space.

He raised his hand and gently tapped the air with his index finger:

"Let's do it."

"Send the Song family on their way."

"Yes, Sir!"

At this command, dozens of top traders who had been waiting in the wings simultaneously pressed the Enter key.

boom--!

If the stock market is an ocean, then at this moment, a nuclear bomb has been thrown into that ocean.

The market opened just one minute ago.

The flagship listed company under the Song Group, "Song Shipping," experienced a sudden and dramatic stock price crash. Countless massive sell orders rained down on the market like a meteor shower, giving the bulls no chance to react.

100 yuan... 90 yuan... 80 yuan...

The red downward curve (foreign stock market declines are usually red or colorless, but here it is described as a crash curve for reading purposes) is almost vertically downward at 90 degrees, like a shocking scar that tears apart the entire market trend.

Following that, Song's Real Estate, Song's Energy, Song's Finance...

Within just ten minutes, all twelve listed companies controlled by the Song family suffered devastating blows.

Meanwhile, the internet was in an uproar.

Tens of thousands of negative news stories broke out at the same time, as if they had made a pact.

Song's Shipping is suspected of smuggling prohibited goods; joint investigation by customs authorities from multiple countries underway!

"Song's Real Estate's cash flow has dried up, significantly increasing the risk of its multi-billion-dollar projects becoming unfinished!"

Shocking Scandal! Song Tianyang, head of the Song family, is suspected of multiple money laundering cases; the evidence is conclusive!

A mix of true and false news, coupled with the sharp drop in stock price, instantly shattered all market confidence in the Song family.

Banks started withdrawing loans, suppliers started demanding payment, and partners started terminating contracts.

This is the strength of "Sky Capital".

It's not just about having money; it's more like an invisible hand that can mobilize global resources in an instant to strangle a target from all angles.

……

Song Family Manor.

"Snapped!"

A priceless Ming Dynasty blue and white porcelain teacup was smashed to the ground, shattering into pieces.

Sitting in his wheelchair, Song Tianyang stared at the dismal green stock price (drop) on the television screen on the wall. He was so angry that he trembled all over. He was so furious that he felt like he was about to burst into tears. He even had a mouthful of blood stuck in his throat, which he couldn't cough up.

"What happened?! What on earth happened?!"

Song Tianyang roared, his voice like a broken bellows: "Support the market! Support the market! What are those traders doing?! And to the banks, call President Li! Tell him to release the loan!"

"Master...Master..."

Butler A-Biao knelt on the ground, drenched in sweat, his voice trembling with tears: "It's no use...it's all useless! Our stabilizing funds were swallowed up the moment they went in! Their funds are terrifying, a bottomless pit! At least ten times more than ours!"

"And the banks... President Li said he's under regulatory investigation and dares not lend anymore..."

"Not only that, but we just received news that our ports, warehouses, and even several mines overseas have been seized by local armed forces! The reason given is... the reason given is suspicion that we are funding terrorist activities..."

"puff--!"

Song Tianyang could no longer hold on. He spat out a mouthful of blood and slumped into his wheelchair, his eyes instantly becoming unfocused.

"Sky Dome...Sky Dome Capital..."

He muttered to himself, finally understanding what Jiang Che meant by saying at the birthday banquet two days ago—"Good days are numbered."

This is hardly a business competition.

This is a dimensional reduction attack. This is divine punishment.

"dad!"

Song Wanyi, who had been standing to the side, screamed and rushed over to support her father. She looked at his ashen face and then at the despairing stock prices on the television. His once beautiful and delicate face was now filled with fear and rage.

She hadn't expected Jiang Che to be so ruthless, nor had she expected him to act so quickly.

In just one morning.

One-third of the Song family's century-old foundation has evaporated!

At this rate, the Song family will go bankrupt in less than three days, and may even be burdened with debts that they can't repay in several lifetimes!

"This can't go on...it absolutely can't..."

Song Wanyi bit her lip until it bled, the taste of blood spreading in her mouth, which forced her to calm down.

In a head-on confrontation, the Song family has already lost.

Whether it's financial resources, military strength, or intelligence, they are all a joke in the face of "Sky Capital".

Then we can only use the "soft" method.

Song Wanyi turned her head and looked at herself in the mirror.

Although she is over thirty, she is extremely well-maintained. The unique charm of a mature woman, the queen-like aura cultivated from years of holding a high position, and her deep understanding of men's psychology have always been her sharpest weapons.

"Jiang Che..."

Song Wanyi narrowed her long, narrow phoenix eyes, a glint of venomous light flashing in them.

"You destroyed my Song family's empire, so I will destroy you."

"You are very strong, but you are also a man."

"No man is immune to temptation. Even if you don't, I can still make you tainted and disgust that Shen Qingge for the rest of your life."

She took out a spare encrypted phone and dialed a number.

"Hey, go and prepare 'Lanting Elegant Abode'."

"Light the 'Dreamlike' incense that I bought at a high price in Thailand. Then adjust the angles of all the cameras in the room."

"Tonight, I'd like to invite Young Master Jiang for a good 'drink'."

……

Evening, Raffles Hotel.

Jiang Che had just finished dealing with company business and returned to the suite when Shen Qingge was sitting on the sofa reading a book. Seeing him return, she put down her book, her expression somewhat complicated.

"Isn't the situation at the Song family... a bit too tragic?" Shen Qingge asked softly. "The news just said that Song Tianyang has been admitted to the ICU again, and several thousand employees of the Song Group are protesting downstairs at the headquarters."

"miserable?"

Jiang Che loosened his tie, walked to the bar, poured himself a glass of water, and said calmly, "When my mother was pregnant with me, kneeling in the snow for three days and three nights, did they feel sorry for me? Did the families of those innocent crew members killed by the Black Shark pirate crew feel sorry for them?"

"When an avalanche occurs, no snowflake is innocent."

Jiang Che took a sip of water, his eyes cold: "The Song family rose to power by sucking blood. Now we're just making them spit out the blood they sucked in."

Just then, Jiang Che's phone rang.

It was an unfamiliar number.

Jiang Che answered the call and pressed the speakerphone button.

"Good evening, Mr. Jiang."

On the other end of the phone came Song Wanyi's unique voice, tinged with a hint of languor and huskiness. Unlike her arrogance that day, her voice now carried a soft vulnerability, even a touch of allure.

"I am Song Wanyi."

"Miss Song," Jiang Che said with a cold smile, "What? Calling me at this hour to ask how much Song's stock price has fallen?"

"Oh, Mr. Jiang, you're really joking."

Song Wanyi chuckled softly and sighed, "The Song family has lost. We've lost fair and square. My father is in the ICU, and now I'm in charge of the Song family."

"I'm calling you to discuss... the terms of surrender."

"Surrender?" Jiang Che raised an eyebrow.

"Yes." Song Wanyi's voice was low. "I know you want to completely devour the Song family. But even a starved camel is bigger than a horse. If we fight to the death, you won't gain anything either. I want to transfer the remaining half of the Song family's core assets to Sky Capital for one dollar."

"The condition is that you spare my life, my daughter and I."

"Mr. Jiang, you won't lose out on this deal."

"I'll be waiting for you at 'Lanting Yashe' at 8 PM tonight. I'll be all alone. If you're worried, you can bring your fleet and bomb me. But I believe Mr. Jiang is a man of courage."

"I'm there, with the 'best wine' ready, waiting for you to sign the contract."

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

Shen Qingge frowned, instinctively sensing something was wrong: "Lanting Yashe? Isn't that a private club? And why isn't this being discussed at the company? This is definitely a trap."

"It's a trap, of course."

Jiang Che put down his phone, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes: "A woman like Song Wanyi won't give up until she's completely cornered. Her so-called 'best wine' is probably not meant to be drunk."

"Then why are you still going?" Shen Qingge asked with some concern.

"Go. Why not go?"

Jiang Che walked up to Shen Qingge, bent down, and kissed her cheek:

"I do want the Song family's assets. Buying them for one dollar would save me a lot of trouble."

"Moreover, I also want to see what tricks this beautiful snake, driven to the brink of despair, can pull off."

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

"I'll be right back. Wait for me at the hotel. If you're bored, Athena can accompany you shopping."

……

8 PM, Lanting Elegant Abode.

This is a secluded club nestled deep within a botanical garden, a tranquil environment surrounded by bamboo groves, brimming with Eastern Zen. But tonight, behind this Zen-like atmosphere lurks endless danger and temptation.

Jiang Che didn't bring a large number of bodyguards; he only had his driver take him to the door in an ordinary Mercedes.

Pushing open the carved wooden door, a strange, delicate fragrance wafted out.

It wasn't ordinary incense; it was a sweet, cloying, and somewhat aphrodisiac scent.

Jiang Che's brows twitched slightly.

【Ding! 】

[Neurotoxin detected: "Dreamlike Illusion" (a potent aphrodisiac hallucinogen).]

The system has automatically developed immunity.

Jiang Che remained calm and pretended not to notice anything, walking straight into the deepest part of the "Listening to the Rain Pavilion".

The room was dimly lit, with only a few red candles burning.

Song Wanyi was sitting on a tatami mat, brewing tea.

She was clearly dressed up for the evening.

She wasn't wearing a strong business suit, nor the luxurious dress she wore to the birthday banquet that night.

She wore a modified black lace cheongsam.

The cheongsam had an extremely high slit, almost reaching the top of the thigh. The neckline was also a deep V-neck, revealing glimpses of her snow-white skin in the candlelight.

She wasn't wearing makeup, or rather, she was wearing a very subtle "no-makeup makeup" look. Her hair was casually tied up, with a few strands hanging down beside her ears, making her look both fragile and full of mature womanly charm.

Seeing Jiang Che enter, Song Wanyi looked up, her eyes unfocused, a smile playing on her lips:

"Mr. Jiang, you've finally arrived."

She stood up, her bare feet stepping onto the carpet, and walked towards Jiang Che step by step. Her swaying figure and the hem of her cheongsam fluttering with each step exuded a fatal allure.

"sit."

Song Wanyi pointed to the seat opposite, then personally picked up a glass of wine and handed it to Jiang Che:

"This is a bottle of Daughter's Red wine that I've treasured for thirty years. Tonight, I'd like to toast Mr. Jiang."

"I admire your methods, your ruthlessness, and... the damned fate of my Song family."

Jiang Che took the wine glass, but didn't drink it; he just held it in his hand and played with it.

He looked at the woman before him, who was incredibly alluring, with a terrifyingly clear gaze, even carrying a hint of mockery as if he were watching a show.

"Miss Song."

Jiang Che asked calmly, "Where's the contract?"

Song Wanyi was stunned for a moment, then chuckled softly and leaned in softly, almost pressing against Jiang Che.

"The contract is in the back room..."

She stretched out her finger and gently drew circles on Jiang Che's chest, her voice so seductive it could drip water:

"However, before signing the contract, Mr. Jiang, wouldn't you like to inspect...the other goods first?"

"I know you have a great beauty like Shen Qingge by your side. But homegrown flowers can't compare to the fragrance of wildflowers."

"and……"

Song Wanyi leaned close to Jiang Che's ear, her breath sweet as orchids:

"If you stay tonight, I'll not only give you the Song family, but I myself... will be yours too."

"I'll go along with whatever you want to do."

As she spoke, her hand slipped down the buttons of Jiang Che's shirt, reaching inside.

Meanwhile, in several hidden corners of the room, infrared cameras were working silently, ready to record this scene that could ruin Jiang Che's reputation and family.

If Jiang Che wavered even slightly, if he touched her even once...

Tomorrow's headline will be: "President of Sky Capital meets with Song family's daughter in private, exposing power-for-sex transaction."

What will Shen Qingge think? How will the outside world view this?

This soft knife can sometimes be more effective than a gun.

however.

Just as Song Wanyi's hand was about to touch Jiang Che's skin.

"Smack."

A large hand, like an iron clamp, gripped her wrist tightly.

The smile on Jiang Che's face vanished instantly, replaced by extreme disgust and coldness.

"Song Wanyi".

Jiang Che's voice rang out in the quiet room, chillingly cold:

"Aren't you overestimating yourself?"

"Or perhaps you've underestimated my taste?"

"You?!" Song Wanyi felt a sharp pain in her wrist and tried to struggle, but found that she couldn't move at all in Jiang Che's hand.

Wildflowers?

Jiang Che suddenly flung his hand, throwing Song Wanyi onto the tatami mat.

"In my eyes, you're not even worth the grass by the roadside."

"You think a little bit of incense and wearing tattered clothes will make me fall for you?"

Jiang Che looked down at the disheveled Song Wanyi, took out a wet wipe from his pocket, and vigorously wiped the clothes that she had just touched, as if they had been stained with something dirty.

"What you call a 'honey trap' seems to me like a clown performing a striptease."

"Not only is it not sexy, it's... disgusting."

"You!!" Song Wanyi was so ashamed and indignant that she felt like she was going to die. She had never been humiliated like this in her entire life!

Jiang Che ignored her anger and walked straight to a pot of orchids in the corner, reaching into the pot to pull out a miniature camera.

"And this too."

Jiang Che crushed the camera and threw the shards in front of Song Wanyi:

"Want to film a video? Want to set up a honey trap?"

"Is this kind of underhanded tactic your Song family's last trump card?"

Song Wanyi completely broke down.

Her pride and charm, her meticulously planned schemes, all crumbled before this man.

"Jiang Che! You're not human!!"

Song Wanyi screamed, tears ruining her makeup: "What do you want?! Do you have to force us to our deaths before you're satisfied?!"

"What I want is very simple."

Jiang Che walked up to her, squatted down, and looked into her eyes:

"First, I signed that one-dollar transfer agreement."

"second."

Jiang Che's voice became low and dangerous:

"Tell me, where is the poisoner who poisoned my mother back then?"

"Don't tell me you don't know. That person is the Song family's real 'nuclear weapon,' isn't he?"

Song Wanyi's pupils suddenly contracted, and his whole body trembled.

Poison Master.

That was the Song family's deepest secret, and Song Tianyang's last trump card that he was unwilling to reveal even at the cost of his life—"Gu Doctor" Nai Cai.

"I...I don't know..." Song Wanyi denied, trembling.

"Yeah?"

Jiang Che stood up and glanced at his watch:

You have ten minutes to consider.

"If I don't get the answer I want in ten minutes."

"So, that 'dreamlike' fragrance that made you feel so intoxicated just now..."

Jiang Che pointed to the still-burning incense burner:

"I'll have someone send ten pounds over, lock you in this room, and bring in a few homeless people."

"I think Miss Song would really enjoy that... ultimate pleasure, wouldn't she?"

"You're a monster!!" Song Wanyi screamed, the fear in her eyes finally overwhelming everything.

She knew Jiang Che was capable of doing it.

This man was more ruthless and merciless than any underworld boss she had ever met.

"one."

Jiang Che began the countdown.

"two."

……

"I'll talk!! I'll talk!!"

When she counted to five, Song Wanyi broke down.

She lay on the ground, crying like a child:

"He's in Thailand... deep in the mountains of Chiang Mai..."

"He is Naichai... that poison is called 'Heart-Eating Gu'..."

"Please... let me go..."

Jiang Che nodded in satisfaction.

"very good."

He took out a pre-prepared contract and threw it in front of Song Wanyi:

"Sign it."

"Once you sign, you can get out of here."

"Take your paralyzed father and leave Southeast Asia. Never let me see you again."

Ten minutes later.

Jiang Che walked out of the Orchid Pavilion.

The night breeze outside dispersed the sweet fragrance clinging to him.

He looked at the contract in his hand, and at that name—"Nai Chai".

"Chiang Mai..."

Jiang Che looked up at the northern night sky, his eyes brimming with murderous intent.

The commercial empire in Southeast Asia has been secured.

The Song family is now history.

Next, it's time to meet the real culprit who caused his mother a lifetime of suffering.

"Qingge, pack your luggage."

Jiang Che dialed the phone:

"Tomorrow, we're going to Thailand."