"Ling Yun, 20 years old, a junior at University C, majoring in Graphic Arts and Architecture Design; an exemplary student who has won numerous high-value scholarships.
At the age of 8, Ling Yun's mother died, she was then taken in by her uncle, Ling Anming. Ling Anming, a small businessman, managed to start his business with financial help from his wife, Ding Caiqin's family. He later established Ling's Company. Although his business may be insignificant compared to larger corporations, it is substantial when compared to smaller enterprises, thus categorising it as a small-medium sized enterprise. Ling Anming has a son and a daughter. His daughter works as an advertising model, and his son, who has just returned from studying in England.”
The biggest nightclub in city C — Jin Yuan, fashionable and luxurious.
The uniquely charming entrance seems to display its enchanting meanings to the passing guests.
The crystal chandelier is especially dazzling: each crystal, under the illumination of light, emits a wide range of brilliance, forming an eye-staggering sight. These sparkling crystals unconsciously lead one into a fascinating world.
Silence reigns within the aristocratic VIP room on the top floor. A man stands in front of the transparent floor-to-ceiling window.
His clean, fair face reveals clear cold handsomeness; his deep black eyes radiate captivating colors. His thick eyebrows, tall nose, and stunning lips, all flaunt nobility and elegance. His handmade black suit further accentuates the man's emperor-like aura.
He holds a stemmed wine glass, looking at the swirling red wine, falling into deep thought. The room is eerily silent. After a while, he says, “Secretary Chen, how are the other things going?”
"President He, everything has been settled. All of Miss Ling's information and photos are here. Would you like to review them yourself, or should I continue reading to you?" The attendant Secretary Chen is tense; tiny droplets of sweat trickle down his forehead.
The man standing by the window is He Hanyu, the most influential man in city C, who controls the He Corporation, with subsidiaries spread all over the country. His influence is so great that the entire city would probably shake at his word.
He Hanyu's brow furrows slightly. Secretary Chen, like a frightened rabbit, quickly hands over a stack of photos.
The girl in the photo is very beautiful, charming, and shy; her eyes are crystal clear; her long lashes are like little fans, her jawline sharp and full. It's undeniable that she's the kind of girl any man would desire upon seeing. No wonder some are as if enchanted by her, as if under a spell.
He Hanyu stands up, immediately filling the entire enclosure with an immense aura. It's a signal of danger, indeed—
Secretary Chen immediately sped up his speech, saying: "There's more, there's more"
"Hm?!"
Hearing the worry and unease in Secretary Chen's voice, his stern, handsome features softened slightly, and he murmured, "Go on."
"Multiple sources indicate that the young master and Miss Ling haven't established a romantic relationship, and there's been no sign of Miss Ling leading a chaotic personal life. In fact, she is highly spoken of among her peers. So, the young master might..."
"Cra-ack," the glass was forcibly crushed in his hand, the red wine mingling with fresh blood, trickling out.
The pair of pitch-black eyes shot out a blade-like sharp glare, chilling to the bone.
"Secretary Chen, those who try to be smart in my presence often end up in a nasty end. I don't like busybodies!"
Han Yu He's voice was packed with ice-cold sharpness, causing the temperature of the room to drop dramatically.
Over here, Secretary Chen, taken by alarm, stared with his eyes blank and mouth hung open in a massive "O."
Han Yu He stood up, his long leg lifted casually. A large shadow fell on Secretary Chen who, upon lifting his eyes, found that the president had already left the private room.
Jolted from his dazed state, Secretary Chen scampered off like a lapdog, preparing the car for the president.
In the elevator, Han Yu He's fist was clenched tightly, the knuckles cracking in stress. In his enigmatic eyes flamed a desire for retribution, he planned to make those who had hurt his loved ones taste the torment and anguish.