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Magic City.

The secretary walked into the office and placed a newly received message on the table.

"Chairman Shen, we have the results from the hospital."

Shen Ze raised his head: "Speak."

The secretary paused for a moment: "Shen Cong has died despite all efforts to save him."

The office was silent for a few seconds.

Shen Ze showed neither sadness nor joy on his face.

To him, Shen Cong was never a younger brother.

That was just the son Sun Mei had after she interfered in her parents' marriage; he was someone who grew up on the back of his mother's suffering and enjoyed more than twenty years of wealth and luxury.

"understood."

Shen Ze stood up, picked up his car keys, and left the office.

The car drove through familiar streets and finally stopped in front of a villa that had not been visited for a long time.

When the door opened, Yu Binglan was standing in the living room.

She held a clean, soft cloth in her hand, and beside her was a portrait of Shen Ze's mother, Xu Ying.

The photo frame was wiped spotless, and even the table in front of the portrait was tidied up neatly.

Upon seeing Shen Ze, Yu Binglan immediately put down the soft cloth: "You're back."

Shen Ze looked at his mother's portrait, then at the woman in front of him, and the emotions that had been weighing on his heart finally eased.

He didn't say anything, but walked over and hugged Yu Binglan tightly.

Yu Binglan could sense that his body was somewhat stiff.

She didn't ask any further questions, but simply reached out and wrapped her arms around his waist, gently pressing her face against his chest.

After a long silence, Shen Ze said in a low voice, "Shen Cong is dead."

Yu Binglan was silent for a moment: "Is it all over?"

"no."

Shen Ze released her and his gaze fell on his mother's portrait.

"This is just the beginning."

As night deepened, the villa fell silent.

Shen Ze stood alone in front of his mother's portrait and lit three incense sticks.

Smoke slowly rose, and Xu Ying in the portrait still wore a gentle smile.

This woman never enjoyed much happiness in her life.

He helped Shen Jianjun start from scratch when they were young.

After Jianjun Group grew in size, she was abandoned by her husband and kicked out of the Shen family by Sun Mei.

She did not receive the property and compensation she was entitled to during the divorce.

She endured countless hardships and scornful looks in order to raise her son.

After finally scraping together the money for surgery, he was murdered in a premeditated attack after Sun Mei and her father bribed the doctor.

Shen Ze placed the incense sticks into the incense burner and slowly knelt down.

"Mom, Li Changfang is dead, and Shen Cong is dead too."

"But that's not enough."

His voice wasn't loud, but every word carried the resentment that had been suppressed for six years.

"Sun Mei only lost the Jianjun Group."

"Sun Qingliang still lives in the Sun family manor and controls assets worth nearly one trillion yuan."

"They haven't truly experienced what despair is."

"I will take away all of the Sun family's assets, make them lose their wealth, their status, and everyone they can rely on."

"I want them to watch with their own eyes how the Sun family, which has been passed down for hundreds of years, will collapse step by step."

"What they owe you, I will collect it all, one by one."

Shen Ze didn't get up and return to his bedroom until the three incense sticks had burned out.

The next day, news of Shen Cong's death spread far and wide.

When Sun Mei received the hospital's notification, she stopped crying; it seemed she had cried all her tears out.

She sat on the ground, holding her phone, muttering her son's name over and over.

"Congcong isn't dead..."

"He's just asleep."

"He still needs medical treatment, and he still needs to inherit the Jianjun Group..."

"You've all been lying to me..."

She was laughing one moment and trembling the next; she was on the verge of madness.

The Sun family members stood to the side, none of them daring to approach.

Upon learning of his grandson's death, Sun Qingliang smashed everything he could in the study.

That afternoon, the Sun family made a public statement.

From this day forward, the Sun family and Shen Ze will be sworn enemies!

In a villa in Shanghai.

The morning sunlight streamed into the bedroom through the curtains.

Shen Ze opened his eyes and turned his head to look at his side.

Yu Binglan was still fast asleep, her long hair spread out on the pillow, her profile fair and delicate, her sleeping posture peaceful and beautiful.

She leaned gently against Shen Ze's side, her face flushed and her breathing even.

With a beautiful woman by his side, Shen Cong has already passed away.

Shen Ze was in a fairly good mood, but his revenge was far from over.

At that moment, a cold notification sound rang in Shen Ze's mind.

[Host has successfully dealt a blow to Sun Mei's family. Congratulations, host, you have been awarded a chance to win a prize.]

As soon as the system notification sounded, Shen Ze didn't hesitate.

"Start the lottery."

[Giveaway begins.]

[Congratulations, host, you have acquired a special skill: Seeing Through All Things.]

[Skill Description: The host can view all basic information about the target character.]

Shen Ze was slightly taken aback: See through all things?

This name sounds more special than the previous rewards.

He turned to the side, looked at Yu Binglan who was still fast asleep, and silently recited the command to use his skill.

The next second, a message that only he could see appeared before his eyes.

Name: Yu Binglan.

Age: 25

[Identity: Eldest daughter of the Yu family.]

Occupation: Corporate Manager.

[Physical condition: Healthy.]

[Relationship with host: Husband and wife.]

Current status: Deep asleep.

Shen Ze stared at this information for a few seconds.

Yu Binglan's name, age, and identity were all accurate.

Even her current physical condition and the relationship between the two are clearly shown.

"Is this what it means to see through everything?"

Shen Ze became interested.

As if sensing the movement beside her, Yu Binglan's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes.

She was still a little groggy from just waking up, her long hair cascading over her shoulders, and the neckline of her pajamas slightly tilted to one side, revealing her fair collarbone.

"You woke up so early?"

"Just woke up."

Yu Binglan looked at him: "Then why are you staring at me?"

Shen Ze laughed and said, "Look at you."

Is there something on my face?

"no."

"What's so interesting about that?"

Shen Ze reached out and tidied her disheveled hair: "It looks great."

Yu Binglan's cheeks flushed slightly, and she pulled the blanket up to cover half her face: "Why are you suddenly saying things like that today?"

"Just telling the truth."

Shen Ze activated the ability to see through everything once again.

The information displayed before me remained unchanged; there was no further content.

He tried to concentrate, wanting to examine Yu Binglan's past experiences, assets, and specific ideas.

No matter how hard you try, the information remains at the most basic level.

It seems that the basic information provided by the system does indeed have clear limitations.

This ability cannot read memories, let alone directly see what a person is thinking.

Yu Binglan peeked out from behind the covers: "Still looking?"

"Testing something."

"Use me as a test?"

"I won't hurt you."

Yu Binglan sat up, her long black hair sliding down her shoulders: "The abilities you've recently acquired are getting stranger and stranger."

Shen Ze paused for a moment: "You found out?"

"You couldn't cook before, you didn't know medicine, and it's impossible for you to suddenly own so many businesses."

Yu Binglan looked straight at him: "But if you don't want to talk about it, I won't ask."

Shen Ze didn't explain, he just held her hand and said, "You just need to remember, I won't hurt you."

"I know."

Yu Binglan replied softly, "Otherwise, I wouldn't be staying here."