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Friday night.

Genting Private Club.

This is the most mysterious and highest-barrier den of iniquity in City A.

Tonight, a charity art auction called "Warm Winter" is being held here.

In this arena of fame and fortune, charity is merely a facade; the true core is resource exchange, currying favor with the powerful, and—hunting.

……

Half an hour before entry.

Inside the nanny van.

Wen Ning sat in the back seat, somewhat awkwardly tugging at the hem of her skirt.

This is a light blue silk cheongsam.

It wasn't newly bought; it was made three years ago when she was still the eldest daughter of the Zhou family, by a Suzhou embroidery master commissioned by Zhou Xu.

She thought the color was too plain and never wore it.

"Ningning."

Her mother, Lin Xuemei, sat beside her, helping her adjust her earlobes, which had very few pieces of jewelry.

His tone was one of ingratiation he hadn't used in a long time, but it concealed an anxiety he couldn't hide.

"Tonight is going to be a big event."

"I heard that several bank presidents and big names in the investment world will be coming."

"Your brother... I mean, Ah Xu, you know, his hair has turned white from working so hard for the company."

"Whether our family can turn things around depends on whether we can sell those paintings of yours for a good price tonight, or... whether we can introduce you to some important people."

Lin Xuemei's words made her meaning quite clear.

If it were the old Wen Ning, he would have already turned his back and left.

Treat your daughter like a socialite? Don't even think about it.

But now.

Wen Ning looked through the car window at Zhou Xu, who was making a phone call in the cold wind and bowing obsequiously to the person on the other end of the line.

That once arrogant older brother is now bent over with worry over a loan of several million.

"I see."

Wen Ning lowered her eyes and spoke very softly.

"I will do my best."

……

The car door opened.

Wen Ning got down.

The autumn night wind was chilly, and the thin silk cheongsam was instantly penetrated by the cold wind.

She couldn't help but flinch.

"Chest out! Head up!"

Lin Xuemei whispered a reminder from behind, "Don't look like a pushover, no one will respect you if you do that!"

Wen Ning took a deep breath.

She straightened her back.

It was an ingrained demeanor, a quality that came from being a daughter of a wealthy family.

Even in her downfall, her aloof and refined demeanor still made her stand out from the crowd.

A light blue cheongsam hugged her slender figure.

She lost a lot of weight because those three years had been so tough.

The cheongsam, which originally fit perfectly, is now slightly loose at the waist, which instead accentuates its delicate and fragile appearance.

Her long hair was tied up with a wooden hairpin, with a few stray strands hanging down her fair nape.

Beautiful beyond compare.

Yet it is so beautiful that it evokes pity.

She took Zhou Xu's arm and walked into the venue.

The banquet hall was resplendent with gold and jade.

The heating was very strong, and the aromatherapy scent was so sweet it made me dizzy.

As soon as Wen Ning entered the arena, he sensed that something was wrong.

Countless gazes, as if they were tangible, instantly clung to her.

In those gazes.

There was amazement, curiosity, but mostly schadenfreude and disdain.

"That's... Wen Ning?"

"My God, she's actually back?"

"She disappeared for three years. I thought she had married some foreigner."

"I heard the Zhou family was on the verge of bankruptcy. Is this their way back to save the day?"

"Saving the day? I think she's just here to sell her smiles. She dumped Jiang Ci back then, and now she's fallen on hard times. It's karma."

Whispers drifted into my ears.

Wen Ning's fingers stiffened for a moment.

She instinctively wanted to hide, to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

Zhou Xu could feel her trembling.

He reached out and gently patted the back of her hand.

"Don't be afraid."

"With my brother here."

"If you don't want to talk to them, then don't. Let's go sit over there."

He led Wen Ning away from the center of the crowd and found a corner to sit down.

"I'm going to see some old friends."

Zhou Xu brought her a glass of warm water.

"You stay here. I'll come and get you when the auction starts. Don't wander off."

"it is good."

Wen Ning held the water glass and nodded.

Zhou Xu is gone.

Wen Ning huddled alone in the corner of the sofa.

She tried to minimize her presence, even picking up an auction catalog from the table to cover half her face.

She just wanted to sell the paintings quietly.

Then leave.

but.

I don't know why.

Her heart had been racing ever since she walked in.

It was a very strange feeling.

A chill ran down my spine, and my hair stood on end.

It was as if they were being targeted by some dangerous beast.

That feeling...

too familiar.

It was so familiar to her that it terrified her.

three years ago.

In the corridor of that dance party, downstairs in the dormitory building on that stormy night.

Whenever that man appears.

The air will be filled with this suffocating sense of oppression.

"Impossible..."

Wen Ning gripped the water glass tightly, her knuckles turning white.

She comforted herself in her heart.

"He is a CEO with hundreds of billions in assets, a figure standing on the clouds."

"How could he possibly attend such a small-scale charity auction?"

"He should be on the top floor of the Shanghai World Financial Center, looking down on everyone else."

"I must be overthinking it."

"It must be."

however.

Just then.

An unusual commotion suddenly broke out at the entrance of the normally bustling banquet hall.

It was as if the tide had suddenly receded, revealing the bare riverbed.

The voice instantly dropped eight octaves.

Followed by.

It was a series of neat, steady footsteps.

Wen Ning had his back to the main entrance.

She couldn't see who had come.

But she could sense that the atmosphere in the entire banquet hall had changed.

It became somber, cold, and filled with awe.

The bosses who were just talking loudly suddenly fell silent and even had to stand up and straighten their clothes.

"President Jiang is here."

Someone exclaimed in a low voice, though no one knew who it was.

"General Manager Jiang? Which General Manager Jiang?"

"Who else could it be! That living devil from Limitless!"

"Smack."

The catalog in Wen Ning's hand fell to the ground.

That word.

That surname.

It was like an electric current that instantly pierced her heart.

She was stiff all over and dared not move.

They even held their breath.

It's him.

It's really him.

The person she hid from for three years, thought about for three years, yet dared not see the most.

he came.

Wen Ning stared intently at the water glass in front of her.

The water surface was trembling slightly.

She prayed frantically in her heart:

Don't come any closer.

Don't come any closer.

I am transparent.

You can't see me.

but.

The burning, piercing gaze that felt like a thorn in his back grew stronger and stronger.

It pierced through the crowd.

It penetrated the air.

Precisely, without any deviation.

It landed on her back.

That's when a hunter sees his prey that he has lost and then regained.

That's how it happens.

A greedy and cruel gaze.