A skin-thirsty episode occurred, in her brother's arms.

Deng Tong became more and more excited as he spoke, his spittle almost flying out, as if he were already immersed in the heroic narrative he had woven.

In his story, Qin Ge is a vicious villain, and Xu Xingchen is an innocent prince trapped in a treacherous situation.

And he, Deng Tong, is the messenger wielding the sword of justice.

He could almost see himself bringing the arrogant Qin Ge to justice and winning the heart of the beauty.

Xu Xingchen's voice was calm and even: "Student Deng, this is between him and me."

Deng Tong seemed to have his throat grabbed, and the rest of his words were stuck in his throat.

Her face flushed red and then turned pale as she stared at Xu Xingchen in disbelief.

He is still trying to save the stubborn Xu Xingchen.

"Did he force you? Did he threaten you? Don't be afraid! I really can help you! That kind of control freak must not be tolerated..."

"Do you need me to repeat it again?"

Xu Xingchen interrupted him, finally raising his eyes to look directly at Deng Tong.

Those eyes, which always seemed so gentle and peaceful, were now devoid of warmth, filled only with a bottomless darkness.

"This is between Qin Ge and me. I'm willing."

"willing?"

Deng Tong seemed to have heard something unbelievable; his pupils contracted sharply, and the color drained from his face instantly.

He opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He just stared blankly at Xu Xingchen, as if he were seeing this person for the first time.

How could that be?

How could anyone willingly stay with such a pervert?

His worldview was severely shaken at that moment.

Seeing this, his friends hurriedly grabbed him again, almost dragging him away.

She gave Xu Xingchen an awkward yet slightly fearful smile: "I'm sorry, Deng Tong... he's not quite right in the head, please don't take it to heart..."

Xu Xingchen nodded indifferently, even offering a faint smile, then walked past them and continued forward.

Behind them, Deng Tong's struggling voice and whispers gradually faded into the distance.

He is the real culprit.

This realization, like a cold snake, coiled around my heart.

All of Qin Ge's obsession, madness, and possessiveness that he couldn't tolerate being spied on all stemmed from him.

He himself opened this door, and now it's up to him to fix it.

Instead of heading back to his dorm, he hailed a taxi and told them the name of an internet cafe.

In a corner of an internet cafe filled with smoke and the constant sound of keyboards clicking.

He skillfully operated the computer and accessed several encrypted interfaces.

His fingers flew across the keyboard, confirming the information he needed.

After completing this, he ran a program that erased all access traces and even implanted several hours of looping video recordings into the internet cafe's surveillance system.

He then casually browsed some research-related materials on the computer and searched for some professional knowledge.

After doing all this, he got up and left, as if he had never existed.

Then, he walked to the library in the city center.

Show your identification and enter the quiet reading area.

He casually picked up a thick book and sat down in a blind spot of the surveillance camera.

He opened the book and read it quietly for a while.

At the same time, an inconspicuous gray sphere inside his bag flickered slightly.

The camera in the library's monitoring room briefly showed static before returning to normal.

The staff member on duty yawned, rubbed his eyes, and assumed it was just signal interference, so he didn't pay any attention to it.

A few minutes later, Xu Xingchen closed the book, got up and left through the side door.

Outside the side door was a dimly lit alley. When he came out again, he had changed out of his shirt and trousers and was wearing a large, dark hooded sweatshirt, a mask, and a hat.

His figure quickly blended into the night, completely different from the gentle and refined student he had been before.

……

On the other side of the city, in a VIP box of a members-only bar, the light was dim and the heavy metal music made the air vibrate.

Qin Siyuan took off the gold-rimmed glasses he usually wore to disguise himself as an elite and tossed them onto the expensive leather sofa.

The lights outlined his face at this moment, a stark contrast to his humble and polite demeanor in the business world; his eyes and brows revealed an uncontrollable ruthlessness and brutality.

Before him, a boy of no more than seventeen or eighteen years old knelt on the carpet, trembling like a leaf in the autumn wind.

The boy's bare skin was covered with crisscrossing whip marks and charred marks from cigarette burns.

The thin shirt was soaked with blood and sweat and clung to his body.

He looked up at Qin Siyuan, his eyes filled with utter fear, tears welling up in his eyes, but he dared not let them fall.

Qin Siyuan roughly lifted the boy's chin with the handle of the whip, squinting as if examining a piece of merchandise that was not satisfactory.

"Not at all."

How dare the boss send up goods like this?

When it comes to choosing people, his son has a better eye. He set his sights on Xu Xingchen early on, and Xu Xingchen lived up to expectations after growing up.

He's a bit of a pity.

His son is just like him in every way, except for this personality.

He's still too young and hasn't tasted the sweetness yet. What's wrong with men having some fun?

He was really curious about what would happen if Qin Ge got to where he was now.

Thinking of Xu Xingchen's face, Qin Siyuan's expression changed slightly.

Qin Siyuan looked at the kneeling boy and became even more dissatisfied.

He scoffed and kicked the boy away with disgust, as if he were trash.

The boy staggered and fell to the ground with a muffled groan, curling up and trembling all over.

Seemingly bored, Qin Siyuan stood up, straightened his slightly wrinkled suit cuffs, and without even glancing at the person on the ground again, walked out.

Outside, the air conditioning from the private car dispelled the heat of the bar. He got into the driver's seat and hesitated for a moment.

It's getting late, and it's still dozens of kilometers to that expensive nursing home on the outskirts of the city.

If he doesn't go, he really doesn't have much time left.

That old codger still refuses to change his mind; his stubbornness is infuriating.

It's obvious that Qin Siyuan is Qin Bei's biological son!

His bank card was frozen, but Qin Ge's methods were even more ruthless than he had imagined.

He has very little cash at his disposal right now.

He didn't understand where he was inferior to Qin Ge.

If the company had been handed over to him earlier, with his skills, he would have been able to expand the Qin family's business empire to an even more glorious level.

Unfortunately, he was imprisoned by that old man for thirteen years.

They have been isolated from the world for thirteen years!

Thirteen years!

How many thirteen-year periods does one have in a lifetime?

By the time he re-entered the game, everything had been settled, and the company was firmly under Qin Ge's control.

What's even more ridiculous is that the Yun family and Qin Bei joined forces to almost completely exclude him from the core circle.

He's almost lost the right to even confront Qin Ge head-on.

Left with no other choice, he could only suppress his disgust for Qin Bei and continue to grovel before the old man.

They put on a show of filial piety that they had long grown tired of, hoping that in that final moment, they could make the old man change his mind.

The nursing home Qin Bei chose was extremely remote and surrounded by desolation. It was nominally a quiet and suitable place to live, but in reality, it was a case of out of sight, out of mind, because he didn't want to be around that face all the time.

The car drove onto a remote road leading to the nursing home. The dim streetlights around us made the night seem even darker.

Qin Siyuan was in a bad mood, his mind racing as he planned what he would say to Qin Bei when he met him later, how to show weakness, and how to evoke the old man's pity or guilt.

Just then, something unexpected happened!

The steering wheel suddenly turned all the way to the right on its own, and the accelerator pedal automatically roared, causing the car speed to increase rapidly!

The vehicle, like a wild horse, veered out of control and crashed into the roadside guardrail!

It happened so fast that he didn't have time to brake.

He watched helplessly as he stumbled into a dead end.

"No--!"

Qin Siyuan let out a desperate roar.

"Bang--!"

A tremendous crash echoed through the night sky.

The airbag deployed, and the enormous impact caused him to faint instantly.

His forehead was covered in blood, and he slumped in the driver's seat, his fate unknown.

Beyond the deformed guardrail, a steep cliff lies not far away.

……

Xu Xingchen watched all of this indifferently, waited for a few minutes, and then turned to leave.

He was thinking through the whole incident, taking stock of its flaws.

His sudden trip to the internet cafe to look up something was the most suspicious thing. Fortunately, he disconnected the lab's network when he left.

All I need to do next is go back to the library, return the borrowed books, and that's it...

The moment he turned his head, he abruptly stopped.

Under the streetlights not far away, a tall figure stood quietly.

Qin Ge just stood there.

He was wearing a well-tailored black trench coat, his face hidden in the interplay of light and shadow, making his expression impossible to discern.

Only a tiny, flickering crimson dot between his fingers was the burning cigarette butt.

That gaze fell heavily on Xu Xingchen, like the thick darkness of night, locking him firmly in place.

The mask that had been maintained with such ease cracked inch by inch the moment it came into Qin Ge's sight.

The color drained from Xu Xingchen's face in an instant, and even his lips lost their color, turning pale.

My heart felt like it was being squeezed tightly by an invisible hand, and even my breath stopped for a moment.