The heartless beauty is addicted to being licked by a seemingly obedient and loyal dog.

The next day, when Song Yunxi woke up, Shen Chonglu had already left.

I got up and walked to the dining room. On the table were warm millet porridge and a few refreshing side dishes, with a note next to them.

The handwriting was neat and strong, and only the four characters "Remember to apply the medicine" were written, without any signature.

He silently finished his breakfast, then took out the medicated oil he had used the night before from his medicine box and gently applied it to the wound.

In the mirror, the redness and swelling on the young man's left cheek had subsided slightly, but the purplish-blue finger marks were still clearly visible.

I definitely couldn't go to the company looking like this, otherwise it would cause quite a stir. So I had to wear a mask and only leave the house after making sure no one could tell anything was wrong.

At nine o'clock sharp, Song Yunqi stepped into the company.

The elevator doors slid open, and the corridor leading to the CEO's office was eerily quiet. He stepped inside and habitually addressed the secretary's office:

"Lin Hang, bring today's..."

The words came to an abrupt halt.

The person walking towards her was Zhou Cheng, holding a cup of coffee and documents he had prepared for Song Yunqi. He added cautiously:

"President Song... Assistant Lin has already resigned, have you forgotten?"

Song Yunqi nodded with a hint of melancholy. It was hard to accept that her assistant of many years had left so abruptly.

"Mr. Song, this is today's schedule, and there are a few project financial reports that need your signature."

Zhou Cheng placed the coffee and documents on the desk and stood respectfully to the side.

"Okay, thank you for your hard work."

"Just leave it there, and remember to close the door when you leave."

"Yes."

As the office door slowly closed in front of us, the entire top floor of the company seemed to become completely empty in an instant.

It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Without Lin Hang's methodical reports and analyses, and without Shen Chonglu's occasional joking and teasing, the silence was like an impenetrable net, covering everything.

Song Yunqi leaned back in her chair and sat quietly for five minutes.

He then opened the bottom drawer of his desk, took out a specially encrypted black USB flash drive, and inserted it into the computer's port.

The screen flickered in his eyes, and as the progress bar finished loading, dozens of video files recorded by Su Shen using a miniature camera popped up in the folder.

The contents of these documents were extremely gruesome. Even though Song Yunxi was mentally prepared, her breath still caught in her throat the moment she opened them.

The first set of videos was filmed a month ago.

The environment in the scene is dark and luxurious, as if you can smell the sticky smell of alcohol and the rotting lust through the screen.

Su Shen curled up in the center of the large bed covered with velvet, surrounded by several tall foreign men.

From the camera's angle, you can see that his body is thin and frail, and his height only reaches the chests of those foreigners.

The violence lasted all night.

The scene was not artistically processed; it only contained the dull sounds of flesh colliding, the vulgar laughter and curses of the foreigners, and Su Shen's faint, almost lifeless gasps.

The cries, which started as heart-wrenching screams, gradually faded into hoarseness and calm.

It was a brutal and humiliating ordeal. As dawn broke, the young man in the video lay like a corpse on the tattered bedding, unable to move even a finger.

The servants only entered the room and dragged the foreigner away after he checked out.

Song Yunqi's knuckles cracked from the force of her grip, a strong churning in her stomach and a feeling of nausea rising in her throat.

He resisted the urge to turn off the video, his face pale as he manipulated the mouse, editing out frame by frame all the violent and bloody scenes involving illegality, as well as the videos and audios that could lead to conviction.

Just as he was processing the last file, his movements suddenly froze.

The video was recorded at 3:42 AM yesterday.

The light in the picture is extremely dim, as if it is hidden in a small cabinet or crevice.

The camera shook violently, accompanied by heavy, terrified, and rapid sobs.

Su Shen covered her mouth tightly, but faint sobs still escaped from between her fingers.

"They're here...they're going to kill me...help..."

The faint cries for help abruptly ceased, and the video abruptly ended amidst a heavy thud of a door being kicked and a piercing electrical hum, plunging the screen into a deathly black.

Song Yunqi felt a violent shock.

He immediately switched to the interface, his slender fingers flying across the keyboard, trying to locate Su Shen's position using the positioning chip built into the earring.

However, the red dot representing the location on the screen had turned gray, and the system coldly indicated:

The target signal has been lost.

Without the slightest hesitation, he immediately picked up his phone and dialed Meng Zhaoyuan's number.

"Sorry, the number you dialed is temporarily unavailable. Please try again later..."

The cold, electronic female voice echoed in the empty office. Three consecutive dialings yielded the same result.

Cold sweat trickled down Song Yunxi's forehead.

Su Shen may have already been murdered.

Even Meng Zhaoyuan has disappeared without a trace, and his fate is unknown.

The situation is completely out of control, and the plan must be executed ahead of schedule.

He packaged all the evidence he had gathered and sent it to several of the most influential media platforms in Beijing.

It contains video footage of Su Shen being abused and humiliated.

There is evidence that Song Yunxi, the president of a listed group, was forced into marriage, not only having to submit to the Lu family's heir, but also suffering domestic violence.

Some were experimental subjects who underwent cruel human modification and were turned into androgynous monsters.

There are men and women who were tortured to the point of near death, had their organs harvested while still alive, and then were thrown into an incinerator for destruction.

The Weibo server crashed almost within a minute of the command being sent.

The scandal of a top-tier wealthy family exploded like a bomb on a calm lake, instantly topping the trending search list.

The financial sector, which had been discussing business mergers and acquisitions, was in complete uproar.

At this moment, the Lu Group became the target of public criticism, and countless entries about "forcing women into prostitution," "human experimentation," "murder to cover up evidence," and "organ trafficking," accompanied by shocking pictures and videos, spread wildly online.

The wave of public opinion swept across the internet at a speed that exceeded everyone's expectations.

The servers of major social media platforms groaned under the deluge of data, and technicians, sweating profusely, kept the systems running as they watched the clicks skyrocket in the background.

The video, meticulously edited by Song Yunqi, was like a precise scalpel, not only cutting open the outer shell of the Lu Group, but also exposing all the unspeakable festering sores in the entire elite circle of Beijing.

The top floor of the Lu's Building headquarters.

The air conditioning system circulated cool air throughout the spacious office area, but it couldn't suppress the restlessness spreading in the air.

All the executives' phones were vibrating, and a large crowd of media and people had gathered downstairs.

The glass curtain wall, which normally symbolizes power and wealth, now appears precarious under the camera lenses of the public.

Lu Qingyuan sat behind his mahogany desk, where the priceless tea set had been smashed to pieces.

His cloudy yet still sharp eyes were filled with an unprecedented sinister glint.

"check!"

"Find out the source of this post, use all your connections, whether they're legitimate or illegitimate, find the person responsible!!"

The PR director standing opposite him was sweating profusely; his tablet was filled with real-time updates of crash data.

"Chairman, we can't investigate."

The director's voice trembled.

"The other party has top-notch hackers behind them, and all sources have undergone multiple layers of encryption."

"We tried to block its spread, but for every entry we removed, the system would automatically push three more explosive links."

"The current trending topics are no longer just about public opinion; there are also higher-ups pushing them."

Lu Qingyuan's breathing was heavy, and his wrinkled face was contorted to the extreme.

This is not just a simple leak, but a carefully planned attack on the Lu family.

There is only one reason why they are powerless to resist.

The Shen family stepped in.

Lu Jinci's condition was far worse than his father's.

He locked himself in his room, staring intently at the computer screen, which displayed so-called evidence that was going viral online.

The content is comprehensive, covering all aspects, down to the details of every organ transaction on the black market.

"Song Yunqi!!!"

Lu Jinci growled at the empty room, his nails digging deep into his palms.

He never guarded against Song Yunxi.

After all, he had watched the child grow up since childhood. Even though their relationship had deteriorated in the past two years, his memory of that well-behaved child remained in his teenage years.

They're family, after all, and we'll be together for the rest of our lives.

He didn't believe he could be betrayed and always cherished Song Yunqi dearly.

But in the end, he was wrong. This piece of flesh not only grew thorns, but also planted a deadly poison needle in his most vulnerable blood vessel.