Song Qingzhu

Lin Qi did not intervene, for Black Bear truly deserved a beating.

That fool who let drink ruin everything!

It wasn’t until Black Bear had kowtowed more than a dozen times and slapped himself across the face just as many that Lin Qi finally spoke in an unhurried tone, “Enough.”

Black Bear stopped, his head still pressed to the floor, not daring to move.

Lin Qi nudged Han Cang’s head with his foot and asked, “Dead?”

“Of course he’s dead!” Black Bear gritted his teeth. “He dared to attack you, young master. He had it coming!”

Lin Qi said, “He should never have lived this long… Chen Yuannan is already dead, so why is the southern part of the city still so chaotic? What have you been doing lately?”

There was a note of reproach in his voice.

Of the several men who had left the capital with him, all were exceptional, seasoned warriors. Black Bear was the first one to be so incompetent.

Nervously, Black Bear replied, “Tang Long told me there might be people from that side who’ve infiltrated Haitong City. He told me to keep a low profile, not to dominate everything, and to be careful not to draw attention…”

It was a reasonable explanation.

Lin Qi nodded. “I understand. Then keep a low profile.”

“Yes…” Black Bear remained prostrate.

“Take him away. He’s an eyesore.”

“Yes… yes…” Black Bear, as if granted amnesty, hoisted Han Cang’s corpse and hurried out.

The room was still shrouded in darkness. Lin Qi closed the door and lay on the bed.

Song Qingzhu.

That name surfaced in his mind once more.

Could she really be from “that side”?

He had been on the run for ten years, yet tonight was the first time he’d felt danger so close.

A hint of anxiety, but even more excitement.

With his current abilities, he was still far from being able to confront his nemesis.

But he yearned for revenge, longed for a face-to-face confrontation!

Tonight was destined to be a sleepless one.

The next day, he went to work as usual.

Diligent and conscientious, he performed his duties to the letter.

As long as his identity remained hidden, that was the first step to success.

Close to noon, he received an order.

Deliver a bowl of duck blood vermicelli soup to the Yunze Lake Villas.

Of course, even people living in villas ordered takeout—there was nothing unusual about that.

What was unusual was the recipient.

Song Qingzhu!

Lin Qi narrowed his eyes.

There might be others with the same name, but anyone who could afford to live in the Yunze Lake Villas narrowed the possibilities significantly.

Those living in Yunze Lake Villas were all either wealthy or powerful, which fit the “President of Jinyang Group” identity.

Lin Qi was almost certain—it was her, a hundred percent.

According to Tang Long’s warning yesterday, Lin Qi should have immediately handed the order over to another deliveryman.

But he was eager to meet Song Qingzhu, to see what he might find out.

Everyone else was fighting hard, while he was delivering takeout.

Even as the young master, he had to do his part.

After picking up the duck blood vermicelli soup, Lin Qi headed straight for the Yunze Lake Villas and soon arrived at Building 6, Unit 12.

Song Qingzhu lived here.

Lin Qi took a deep breath, put on his mask, and stepped forward to knock.

He had left the capital ten years ago; the child he once was had long since grown into a young man, his appearance changed greatly.

But he had to be careful—what if someone recognized him?

No one answered, but a faint cry for help drifted from inside.

“Help me… help me…” The voice was filled with pain.

“What’s going on?” Lin Qi knocked again.

“Help me… help me…” The voice came again, pleading.

Lin Qi did not hesitate for a second. With a powerful kick, he struck the door.

The villa’s door was sturdy, but not enough to stop him.

After three kicks, the door crashed open.

Lin Qi charged inside.

In the opulent living room, on the white cashmere carpet, lay a young woman swathed in silk pajamas. Her figure was faintly visible beneath the fabric, but her face was twisted in agony.

“Help me…” The woman was curled up, clutching her abdomen tightly.

She seemed to be suffering from some illness.

Lin Qi rushed over and scooped her into his arms.

She was light and frail, scarcely weighing ninety pounds.

“Find me a coat to wrap up in. There’s a car key on the cabinet by the door…” The woman’s voice was weak, but she still issued orders calmly.

Lin Qi complied with each instruction.

Finally, he dashed outside.

In the courtyard stood a sky-blue Porsche 911.

Lin Qi placed the woman in the car, then slid into the driver’s seat and sped toward the nearest hospital.

In the emergency room, the woman was diagnosed with acute gastroenteritis.

After receiving an IV, she improved significantly.

And on her medical chart, the name “Song Qingzhu” was clearly written.

“Thank you, delivery guy. What’s your name? I’ll be sure to write a letter of commendation to your company,” Song Qingzhu said earnestly from her hospital bed.

“No need. I’m not fond of the spotlight,” Lin Qi replied, observing her closely, trying to discern anything unusual.

But aside from noting that she was quite beautiful, he found nothing out of the ordinary.

Lin Qi’s gaze made Song Qingzhu slightly uncomfortable.

She frowned faintly but managed to keep her composure. “I have another identity—as President of Jinyang Group. If you ever need anything, or want to change jobs, you can come to me anytime.”