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Lujiazui, Shanghai.

Inside a presidential suite on the top floor of the IFC, the huge floor-to-ceiling windows offer a dazzling view of the Bund at night.

The Oriental Pearl Tower, Jin Mao Tower, Shanghai World Financial Center... these iconic Shanghai landmarks now seem to have become mere decorations outside the window.

Wang Hao, dressed in a Versace silk robe, held an expensive glass of DRC Romanée-Conti and stared at his phone screen with a disgruntled expression.

On the screen was his chat interface with Su Qinghuan.

The last message was sent by him half an hour ago.

To this day, there has been no response whatsoever.

"Hold!"

Wang Hao muttered a curse under his breath, downed the glass of red wine in one gulp, and then slammed the crystal glass, worth tens of thousands of yuan, onto the marble bar next to him.

"You're asking for it." He sneered, his handsome face filled with anger at being disobeyed.

As the sole heir to the Wang Group, Wang Hao has always been the center of attention and adoration since childhood.

He never failed to get what he wanted, whether it was toys, sports cars, or women.

Those so-called celebrities and internet influencers, if they just beckoned with their fingers, countless people would willingly come to them.

But Su Qinghuan, time and time again, ignored him.

This feeling of being ignored infuriated him, but it also fueled his even stronger desire to conquer.

The more unattainable something is, the more he desires it.

"Stop pretending to be high and mighty." Wang Hao picked up his phone and scrolled through Su Qinghuan's WeChat Moments.

Her WeChat Moments is very clean, mostly consisting of work-related photos or landscape photos, with very few selfies.

But this only made Wang Hao more fascinated.

In his view, Su Qinghuan possessed an intellectual, independent, and aloof quality that was completely different from those ordinary women.

Like a rose with thorns, beautiful, yet unapproachable.

"I'll see how long you can keep up this act."

Wang Hao's eyes turned cold as he dialed a number.

"Hey, Xiao Zhang, come in here for a second."

Soon, a young man dressed in a sharp suit and wearing gold-rimmed glasses, who looked very shrewd and capable, knocked on the door and came in.

He is Wang Hao's personal secretary, Assistant Zhang.

"Mr. Wang, you wanted to see me?" Assistant Zhang bowed respectfully.

"Go and find out for me the exact location of Su Qinghuan, the host from Strawberry TV." Wang Hao leaned against the bar and ordered in an unquestionable tone.

"Okay, Mr. Wang." Assistant Zhang nodded, took out his phone, and began operating it quickly.

He was very efficient; he looked up in less than two minutes.

"Mr. Wang, we've found it."

According to the official schedule released by Strawberry TV and some information on the Internet, Su Qinghuan and her program team should currently be broadcasting live in a place called "Wujia Village" near Jiangcheng.

"Wu Family Village?" Wang Hao frowned and repeated the name.

The name sounded rustic and unsophisticated, which made him feel inexplicably annoyed.

"Yes, Wujia Village." Assistant Zhang said while looking at the information on his phone, "This village seems to be located in the mountains on the outskirts of Jiangcheng. It's hard to find its exact location on a map... Judging from the footage in the live stream, it seems... quite remote."

"Remote?" Wang Hao sneered, his tone full of disdain.

"Is some godforsaken, desolate mountain village worth all this attention? Ignoring me, the son of a wealthy Shanghai resident, why go and film this run-down village?"

His voice was filled with anger at being slighted.

In his view, Su Qing-huan's willingness to stay and work in a remote mountain village rather than reply to his messages was a blatant insult to him.

"Mr. Wang, this Wu Family Village... seems a little different." Assistant Zhang looked at the overwhelming discussions and analyses online about today's live broadcast, a serious expression on his face.

"Today's live stream caused a huge sensation online. It's said... that village is very wealthy, and... it seems to have a very mysterious background."

"Wealthy? Mysterious?" Wang Hao scoffed, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world.

"How wealthy can they be? Can they be as wealthy as the Wang family?"

"It's just a village. No matter how much money they have, what kind of trouble can they cause?"

"Mysterious background? In China, is there anything more mysterious than power? My dad had dinner with the top official in Jiangcheng just last month."

Wang Hao's face was full of innate sense of superiority and arrogance.

He simply didn't believe that an obscure village could have any remarkable background.

In his view, the so-called "sensation" on the internet was nothing more than a gimmick deliberately created by the TV station for the sake of program effect.

"I watched a bit of that live stream too," Assistant Zhang said cautiously. "It seemed... there was a Hongqi car with the license plate Jiang A·88888, and... a kid called 'Little Master'..."

"Alright, alright," Wang Hao interrupted him impatiently.

"You might be able to fool some unsophisticated netizens with your superstitious nonsense, but do you think you can fool me?"

"It's just a license plate; it might even be a fake. And a kid, they might have hired an actor to play the role. I've seen this kind of publicity stunt a lot."

He simply couldn't believe it was real.

In his view, true power and wealth are low-key and hidden behind the scenes.

In his view, such behavior, which makes people want to wear the words "I'm rich" on their sleeves, is the kind of behavior that nouveau riche can't be shown in a respectable way.

"Prepare the car tomorrow," Wang Hao ordered.

"Let's go to this Wu Family Village."

Upon hearing this, Assistant Zhang paused for a moment, then asked, "Mr. Wang, you...you're going there in person?"

"Of course." A cold, confident smile curled at the corner of Wang Hao's lips.

"I want to see for myself what kind of den of dragons and tigers this Wu Family Village really is."

"I also want Su Qinghuan to know that all those so-called 'big news' that she pursues and strives for are nothing but a joke in my eyes."

"I want her to understand who she should truly look up to and rely on."

Assistant Zhang looked at Wang Hao's face, which was distorted by jealousy and possessiveness, and sighed inwardly.

He knew that his young master's temper had flared up again.

He couldn't persuade them, nor did he dare to.

He could only bow his head respectfully.

"Yes, Mr. Wang. I'll arrange it right away."

"Hmm." Wang Hao nodded in satisfaction. "Bring a few more people, make a grand entrance. Don't let those country bumpkins think we Shanghainese are easy to bully."

"clear."

Assistant Zhang bowed and left the room.

Wang Hao was the only one left in the room.

He walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window, looked down at the dazzling, sleepless city below, and a cruel yet excited smile appeared on his face.

"Wu Family Village... Su Qinghuan..."

"I am coming."

He seemed to already foresee the look of shock and admiration in Su Qinghuan's eyes when he arrived in that remote mountain village in a top-of-the-line sports car, accompanied by a large number of bodyguards, like a god descending to earth.

He also foresaw the way the so-called "big boss" in that village would grovel and fawn over him in the face of his absolute wealth and power.

This feeling of having everything under his control gave him an unparalleled sense of comfort.

He had no idea what a terrifying being he was about to face.

He was even less aware that his family background and connections, which he was so proud of, were so insignificant in the face of Wu Family Village, not even a speck of dust.

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