Before he died, my grandfather forced me to marry the richest man in the capital.

The view from the bedroom contrasted sharply with the tranquility of the living room outside.

The room inside was very noisy, with a man's constant low growls, a woman's crying, and a continuous stream of other strange sounds creating a symphony.

Even Baihu, a straightforward man, felt extremely uncomfortable listening to this. On the other hand, the two who were seriously playing chess remained calm as if they were deaf, completely unaffected by what was happening. They were simply playing chess seriously, not pretending to play.

Baihu wondered if these two had watched too many pornographic videos or if their skills were too profound while his were too shallow, but why did they show no reaction at all during this live broadcast?

It was already 4 a.m. before we knew it, and they had been inside for more than an hour without stopping.

A meaningful glint flashed in Lan Yunchen's eyes as he asked a casual question while playing chess, "President Ji shouldn't mind if the Ji family line ends, right?"

Upon hearing this, Ji Hancheng did not stop playing chess, and replied casually, "The Ji family already has descendants, so President Lan need not worry."

Lan Yunchen smiled wryly, "President Ji really knows how to summarize."

Ji Hancheng replied naturally, "There's nothing I can do. The blood in my veins belongs to the Ji family. Even if I don't formally acknowledge it, it's still mine."

"Hmm, that logic makes sense. So, Mr. Ji, are you satisfied with the performance?"

Ji Hancheng smiled in response, "I'm glad President Lan is satisfied."

"Well, it's a bit low quality, but at least it's still usable. However, it might not be usable starting tomorrow. We should be prepared for this season."

Ji Hancheng shamelessly replied, "It doesn't matter, I'll just work harder in the future."

Lan Yunchen: "............." He never thought Ji Hancheng could be so shameless.

Considering that he had to take his father to the airport at 6:30, Lan Yunchen chose to finish the game quickly. The game was still undecided, and his eyes turned cold. He said slowly, "I don't have many other hobbies. I just like to hack into surveillance cameras at night. Unfortunately, a few days ago I hacked into a villa area called Royal Garden. There was a scene that I didn't like."

Ji Hancheng curled the corners of his lips but did not answer. The Royal Garden was a wedding house that his grandfather bought for him and Yao Yao, and it held memories that he could not erase.

Then Lan Yunchen said, "What I can't stand the most is men bullying women. Just a few days ago, I hacked into some security footage and there was a man choking a woman with his right hand and threatening her. President Ji, what do you think? Wouldn't that be considered bastardly? Should he be punished?"

It's clear that these words also stirred up unpleasant memories for Ji Hancheng, and he deserves to be punished.

He also recalled which time Lan Yunchen was referring to. It was the night Xu Man sent him the photos of Yao Yao and Su Yu eating hot pot together. He misunderstood that Yao Yao and Su Yu were having a romantic time together. In fact, he was jealous at that time, but he just didn't realize it.

He sighed inwardly and said without hesitation, "He definitely deserves to be punished. My thoughts are the same as Mr. Lan's. So, Mr. Lan, what kind of punishment do you think would be appropriate?"

Lan Yunchen stopped playing chess, ignoring the intimate sounds coming from the room. He looked up at Ji Hancheng's determined eyes and said without any hesitation, "You have to bleed a little, otherwise how will you learn your lesson?"

Ji Hancheng nodded in agreement, and the next second he naturally stretched out his hand to Baihu and said, "Brother, lend me a knife, a sharp one."

Baihu was stunned upon hearing this. Was he planning to harm himself? Would the young lady be angry if she found out? Ever since Tang Junyao saved Baihu from punishment, Baihu had been thinking things through before doing anything.

Lan Yunchen seemed not to hear or stop him, which made Baihu appear to tacitly approve of the action.

Baihu turned around and picked up a sharp fruit knife from the coffee table. The bright light shone on the blade, reflecting a dazzling light.

Ji Hancheng naturally took the knife, slowly stroking the sharp blade. "Not bad, it's pretty new."

The next second, he grabbed the knife handle and stabbed it hard into his right palm. Instantly, the black and white chess pieces on the board were stained with bright red blood.

Ji Hancheng didn't even frown. He pressed his tongue against his cheek and exhaled a breath of stale air. "Is President Lan satisfied?"

His calmness, his ruthlessness, and his willingness to sacrifice were all quite good in Lan Yunchen's eyes. "Not bad. I won't bother you with the bodyguard issue. My men are useless."

These words, while implying that he wouldn't settle accounts with him, were actually a deliberate hint. In Ji Hancheng's eyes, the fact that he had injured his people was undoubtedly a matter of settling accounts. With lightning speed, his left hand swiftly brought down the knife, delivering a vicious chop. His right hand hung limply at his side, blood dripping from his fingertips onto the glossy tiles.

Baihu watched with a trembling heart. What a ruthless character! He's so cruel to himself. If the young master asked him to point a gun at his head tonight, would he do it for the sake of the young lady?

Ji Hancheng frowned slightly and twisted his neck, as if trying to compose himself. "President Lan, our accounts are settled."

Lan Yunchen remained unmoved, casually glancing at his wristwatch. It was already 5 o'clock. "The game of chess is still undecided today. I'll have another chance to spar with President Ji. If President Ji's wall-climbing skills were as good as his chess skills, the outcome would probably be different."

This was the first time Ji Hancheng had felt so powerless. He wanted to kill the other party but couldn't make a move. He suffered a setback and had to suppress it because he knew the person in front of him was avenging Yao Yao.

However, it is a fact that he hurt Yao Yao, and there is no chance to refute this, not even the confidence to stand up for himself.

After Lan Yunchen left, Ji Hancheng did not linger in this disgusting place. The sounds of moaning and groaning continued in the room, and he did not want to listen to them for even a moment longer.

He took off his coat, neatly wrapped it around his bleeding hand, and strode towards the door without even closing it.

Once inside the car, he endured the pain and used his left hand to make a phone call to Yan Zhun, saying, "Come to Fenghua Terrace."

Yan Zhun is Lu Jinnan's friend, but his relationship with Ji Hancheng is also good. However, Yan Zhun has a rather eccentric personality. He doesn't like to get together with others and is a loner. He prefers to stay alone in his research lab and focus on his medical career.

They usually meet only a handful of times.

Yan Zhun answered the phone groggily, mumbling, "Is this immoral? It's the middle of the night."

Ji Hancheng didn't want to waste any more words, "Hurry up, high price."

Yan Zhun recognized Ji Hancheng's voice. It wasn't because of his high price—he wasn't short of money—but simply because he was Master Ji. "Wait."

Ji Hancheng was steering with one hand on the wheel, while his right hand, which was wrapped in a black suit, was soaked with blood. The suit, which was originally black, was now black and red, and a bloody smell permeated the enclosed space.

He wanted to smoke, but he only had one hand.

Soon the car arrived at his private villa, Fenghua Terrace, which he hadn't stayed at for a long time.

Yan Zhun was quick as well. He knew that this man wouldn't call him unless there were special circumstances, and a call in the early hours of the morning was never a good thing; he must have run into some trouble.

Yan Zhun pushed open the door and went in. He wore black glasses on the bridge of his nose, the thick lenses obscuring the color of his eyes. He frowned at the pungent smell of blood; he was seriously injured.

That was his first thought.

But a question lingered in his mind: who was so bold as to dare to hurt this man?

Approaching with curiosity, his eyes held not pity but mockery, "Have you run into a tough opponent?"

Ji Hancheng already knew when Yan Zhun entered, but he didn't turn around. Drops of blood dripped onto the ground as if they were free, like beads of blood.