The Demonic Woman—Wanyi's Path to Demonhood (Author: Behind-the-Scenes Advisor)

The Demonic Woman—Wanyi's Path to Demonhood

Author: Behind-the-Scenes Advisor
Word Count: 22,000

Good deeds are rewarded, evil deeds are punished—do you believe it? Whether it's true or not, let me prove its
truth! If anyone other than myself ever sees this diary, it will mean I'm already dead
, or perhaps, that I've finally met my end.

You might ask, what terrible things have I done to write this? Let me ask you this: how many kinds of people are
there ?

There are only two: the rich and the poor.

Too narrow-minded? Then congratulations. Those who haven't experienced hell won't understand.

People crave money because of desire. Besides basic necessities, people need everything
they can buy to feel satisfaction. Even if it's just a little satisfaction, it means you have some money,
some achievement. Conversely, when even the most basic needs are lacking, when you're hungry and cold, the suffering
begins the moment you open your eyes each day—that kind of life deserves to be called hell.

Have you ever experienced going three days without food? Have you ever tried sleeping in a back alley in freezing weather,
wearing only a thin coat and huddled together with a stray dog for warmth, just to keep warm? I am truly
grateful to that stray dog for accompanying me during the days I needed it most. The next morning, I picked up a stone;
I had food, and the stray dog disappeared from the world. Survival of the fittest, the 　　simplest

and most understandable law of nature. Whether in life or in the business world , it is an ironclad rule. That year I was eight 　　　　　　　　　　　years
old; I didn't understand the道理 (principles/reasoning ), I only knew how to survive 　　with my own hands. ********** ... 　　The person who came in was a young man, wearing a black suit that didn't suit his short frame. He always wore silver-rimmed glasses without a prescription, trying to look mature, and carried a thick stack of documents. His face was that of a fair-skinned young man who looked like a poor, scholarly fellow . This man was my chief assistant—Xiao Qi. 　　"Good morning! Miss, here are the files you requested," he said with a smile, then piled the files on my desk. 　　"I'm not looking anymore! The view outside is much nicer~" I stretched lazily, then swung the large oil-filled chair back to face the floor-to-ceiling window that had been behind me. "Victoria Harbour, good morning!" I said politely in my mind. 　　"Miss, the young master instructed..." 　　"Alright, alright, don't use him to pressure me first thing in the morning, okay?" I swung the oil-filled chair back, looking at him with furrowed brows. 　　"I'm sorry!" He bowed deeply, making a gesture of worship with his hands. 　　"I'll forgive you this time, but you'll have to pour me a cup of coffee as punishment!" I said. 　　"Yes, I understand!" Xiao Qi replied cheerfully, then walked towards . Watching his diligent appearance, I sometimes smiled knowingly. On another note, this office, occupying nearly three-tenths of an entire floor, is only used by me, which is actually a bit unusual. In the past, I tried to save space; now I have to find ways to fill it. 　　Xiao Qi has been with me for a while now. Back then, the old man wanted me to "start from the bottom," so he arranged for me to be a junior clerk in the HR department. Of course, with the "young lady" arriving in HR, there was no work assigned ! And without work, without any performance, and having not even mastered Chinese typing at the time, it's not surprising that I was promoted four levels in a year, right? And being promoted to director within five years was certainly in line with everyone 's expectations! 　　Xiao Qi was also a junior clerk in HR back then, completely without guile, never , always taking the loss but always smiling foolishly. I used to doubt whether he was really that stupid, but in fact , he really is. 　　His only redeeming quality is his exceptional memory. He remembers the name and position of every colleague in the head office, and he can recall the face of any branch or department manager he's visited even once. And perhaps because he studied auditing in university, he can always spot the smallest errors in documents . These two strengths alone are enough to fill my gaps! That's why he's now my personal chief assistant. 　　Sugar-free black coffee. He really figured out my mood today! I took a sip of coffee with a hint of dissatisfaction, then stared at him. 　　"Uh, no…is it not to your taste?" he said hastily. 　　"Why did you think I'd want this this morning?" I asked. 　　"You've arranged to meet Mr. Li from West Asia today! So you should..." He didn't...? Oh, it's today? Time flies! 　　I didn't respond, took another sip of my black coffee, and waved for him to leave. He bowed slightly to me, then turned and left my office. 　　I glanced at the documents on my desk, not really paying much attention. As a senior executive, I didn't need to know too many detailed numbers. Generally, after reading the first few pages of summaries, I could roughly understand everything . And Xiao Qi, who knew my personality well, knew what to put first, omitting the unimportant ones . I forcefully memorized a few numbers, then organized them in my mind, setting up an action plan. A hastily drafted plan was completed in my head. 　　I sighed, unlocked the drawer's combination lock, pulled out the heavy wooden notebook, and opened a new page. 　　Writing an autobiography for my boring life might be a luxury. But if it were presented as a criminal record 　　　　　　　　　　　, it would probably be a sensational headline story in every newspaper. 　　Hell—not just a description in books, but a living reality.

I am an illegitimate child. My birth mother was originally a saleswoman in a prestigious store. One day, she caught
the eye of a powerful man, and her life was plunged into darkness, a life of secrecy where she could indulge in
material desires ... Then, after some time, she became pregnant with me.

Even if it was done secretly, the powerful man's wife couldn't possibly be unaware, especially since the child was
related to his fortune. So, she began sending people to
coerce , trying to force her to give up me. Perhaps the powerful man himself only saw my birth mother as a plaything
, completely ignoring his wife's actions.

She tried to escape, escape, escape... My birth mother finally gave birth to me, but her health
deteriorated significantly due to malnutrition during pregnancy. She lost her teeth, her complexion became sallow, her belly became loose, and she could no longer stand upright... She believed it
was all my fault, that I brought her bad luck. If she hadn't become pregnant with me, she could have continued her
wealthy life, and the powerful man wouldn't have ignored her.

After my birth, my biological mother mostly left me with neighbors before going back to work, which
should have been a good thing. However,
my mother developed a gambling addiction. It started with mahjong games with colleagues, then horse racing, and later
, gambling with a few close friends in Macau. If she knew that Mr. Ho's company was now groveling before me to discuss loan repayments
, perhaps she could rest in peace?

A woman addicted to gambling has only one outcome. Isn't that right? At least, to this day, I haven't seen a single
woman become rich through gambling. On the contrary, how many women are brought back by "loan brokers" every day to get
their money back? Just ask the frontline colleagues downstairs!

The caregiver's allowance was sometimes there, sometimes not. They only did it out of a sense of obligation, barely
giving me scraps of food—not enough to eat or wear. When I was sick and couldn't afford a doctor, my neighbors would
isolate me at home to avoid infection, and of course, they wouldn't leave me any food.

What can an eight-year-old do? You might think. But when pushed to
the brink, nothing is impossible. Have you ever tried eating raw dog meat? Have you ever tasted hot,
fresh blood? I'm grateful to the stray dog for providing me with food and even curing my illness. Without that
stray dog, I might have starved to death in the alley. My only complaint is that my favorite
cream shirt was ruined by the blood.

Back then, I had no choice, but now I have the means. As a wealthy person, I've learned
the importance of gratitude. Two years ago, my older brothers and I accompanied our grandfather to the Buddha Temple to pay respects to the monks. I donated a dragon pillar in the name of my beloved dog, "Wild Dog
." Our grandfather praised me for being sentimental; my older brother laughed at my childishness, still thinking of my childhood playmate;

my second brother, however, still wore a disdainful expression. Of course, they don't know about the stray dog, but I've
done so much for you, Wild Dog, rest in peace!

Not long after the stray dog incident, bad luck still lingered on my birth mother. While escaping debt collectors in Macau, she
jumped into the sea at the pier and was churned to pieces by the propeller of a catamaran.

Was bad luck finally over, and good luck to follow?

After two years in a childcare facility, I finally had enough to eat and sleep in. Then, through the intervention of the Social Welfare Department,
I was referred to a family. My name was changed from "Lin Wan-yi," which was my birth mother's surname, to
"Zhou Wan-yi," which was my adoptive father's surname—my first time changing my surname.

******************************

I closed the heavy wooden notebook and locked it in the drawer. Looking at the files Xiao Qi had just placed on my
desk , my head started to ache, but I couldn't ignore them!

"Knock knock…" There was another knock on the door. "Come in!" I responded mechanically. The man
who entered was tall and wiry, always dressed in a gray suit. His face, framed by gold-rimmed glasses, always exuded
an air of shrewdness and competence. This man was the eldest son of the old man and his legal wife, nominally my elder brother—Wu Daoming.

"Sis, are you settling into the new office?" he asked, walking over to the guest
chair in front of my long desk and sitting down.

"This desk is so long, I can't possibly use it all! Where am I going to find so much work?" I said, looking at him.

"Work in the bank is as much as you need!" my brother said.

"I'm not that diligent~" I said, walking around the long desk and sitting on his lap.

He picked up several files Xiao Qi had given me, glancing at a few pages. "Balance sheet, cash flow,
loan records, interbank quotas, shareholding distribution, securities department assets… What do you need all this data for?" he
asked, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Big brother, you're handling the merger, if I, as your sister, don't work hard and memorize some numbers, I might
not even keep my board member title!" I said, wrapping my arms around his neck to stop him from looking at my file.
Otherwise, it would be troublesome if he saw my second brother's messy account.

"Sis, I told you not to..."

"I don't care! Who told you to go to Tokyo for two whole weeks! I was so worried about you!" I said,
burying my head on his strong shoulder.

"Didn't Xiao Qi take care of things for you? There shouldn't have been any problems when you moved in, right?" my brother said.

"It wasn't a problem with moving in!" I said, making a puffed-out face.

"Ah, I know, I know, don't be childish, okay?" my brother continued, then lightly kissed my
cheek.

"I want a kiss on the lips!" I said in a coquettish tone.

"I told you not to..."

"I want a kiss on the lips!" I said, closing my eyes and stretching out my mouth.

"Mmm..."

"Smack..." My lips met my brother's, and then I felt his wet tongue
knocking . I gently opened my lips to let his tongue in. He was just
pretending to be a gentleman, and now he's asking me for a French kiss? He's really dishonest.

I turned around, spread my legs, and sat on his lap, French kissing him face to face. His hands also began
to roam over my body. So eager, he must have been holding back for two weeks, right? This man,
he's so dishonest when it comes to his own desires.

"Big brother, you've been holding back for a long time, haven't you? Or are you spending your nights in Tokyo with two women on either side?"

I said, rubbing my waist against his.

"I told you, I'm at the company..."

"No time!" I interrupted, pressing my lips to his to stop him from finishing.

Actually, given this man's fastidiousness, he wouldn't be a womanizer! Of course I knew that.

I took off his gray suit jacket and unbuttoned his shirt one button at a time. His chest,
pale was right in front of me. I lowered my head and drew a circle on his chest with my tongue.
"Mmm..." he moaned, taken aback by my teasing.

I reached behind me and unzipped my own suit jacket. The jacket, pulled down by gravity, revealed
my black bra, inside which were my prized breasts. Big brother stared at my chest with
an expression like a baby nursing—it was truly adorable. Who would have imagined that a dignified bank chairman
would have such an adorable expression?

"Answer me, are my breasts bigger, or your fiancée's?" I said, deliberately
puffing out a little.

"Why do you always bring her up at times like this?" my brother asked, frowning in displeasure.

"Because women get jealous!" I said. Clearly in love, yet unable to openly express their love because they are half-siblings
. Clearly not in love, yet forced to love because the old man
had arranged . Is this world fair? The world has never
been fair to me since childhood! So why should I care about the world's feelings?

"Don't talk nonsense, that woman doesn't even have breasts," my brother said.

"Hey, if she heard that, I wonder how heartbroken she would be?" I said with a smile, then unhooked
my bra, puffed out my chest, and buried his face between my breasts. Actually, that woman wouldn't be unhappy,
would she? She was merely a victim of an arranged marriage, or rather, the one to blame was the old man.
He's dead now, so blaming him won't get you any response.

I unbuckled his belt and sat down on the desk. My brother immediately stood up, deftly
pulled down his suit trousers, and leaned in to kiss me. "Mmm..." His lips were so soft, almost
unmanly ! Perhaps it was because he'd grown up in a sheltered environment?

"Help me take them off," I said. Then he untied my suit skirt, and then my underwear
too . Brother, do you even know how to flirt? However, I don't doubt that I took his virginity.
Given his fastidious nature, if you told him he believed in the absurd notion that premarital sex is forbidden, he'd follow it without question
. Of course, that's assuming he hadn't met me yet!

Actually, his personality is easy to understand; he's rigid in everything he does. If a woman takes
the initiative , she'll find he doesn't know how to refuse! Conversely, he sees his employees treating him
with utmost respect , but he wouldn't even glance at his fiancée, a humble, demure young lady, the apple of his eye
! He just

went straight in. There was absolutely no preparation, no flirting, just straight in. This kind of
dry, grinding will make my skin itch! "Ugh, you're so annoying!" I lightly punched his chest.

Brother, you didn't use a condom, didn't you think about what would happen if I got pregnant? Would you have to announce to the whole world that
the child in my belly is yours? This is completely different from his usual shrewd and capable approach. Maybe when
emotions , people become sentimental? Honestly, I've also been irrational with him. I like his
simplicity, I like his shrewdness when he's working hard, and I like his confused look when I disrupt his plans
. Also, he's the only one in this family who truly considers me family… So, this is the last time. If I get pregnant with your child like this, I'll just accept it as fate, that

God never intended to let me go! 　　He kept kissing me—lips, collarbone, shoulders, chest…like any lustful man, greedily demanding kisses. 　　“Mmm…mmm…mmm…” My brother frantically swayed his hips, each time giving it his all. But to me, this was just reckless behavior stemming from a lack of tenderness. He didn't even know how to please a woman, let alone talk about getting married. Of course, I wouldn't teach him step by step. First, it would hurt his pride too much and could lead to terrible consequences; second, time was truly running out. 　　“Mmm…mmm! Mmm! Ugh! Ahhh…” After exhausting all his strength, my brother collapsed onto me, seemingly drained. I felt my uterus filled to the brim—two weeks' worth of medication ! 　　After he rested on me for a while, I gently pushed him away, took some tissues from the long desk, and cleaned myself. Would I feel comfortable? Sorry, this man could never satisfy me. 　　“Sis…” he called out. 　　"Hmm?" 　　"Should I come see you tonight?" he said. 　　"Tonight...we'll see!" I replied, deliberately avoiding his gaze. 　　He took the tissue box I handed him, then quickly cleaned his lower body before putting on his neat clothes and trousers. 　　"Sis, I'm leaving!" he said to me. 　　"Hmm...are you going to the other side?" I looked out the window at the facade of a building slightly shorter than ours. 　　"Yeah, this trip to Tokyo finally convinced the Ryogoku Group to agree to our merger with Michishige, so I have to go and tell Michishige..." 　　"And say hello to your fiancée while you're at it?" I said, puffing out my cheeks. 　　Michishige Bank was run by his fiancée's family; perhaps the two families had already ? 　　"You know I only have eyes for you!" he said, hugging me from behind. 　　"You know, if we merged, we could build a skybridge here to get to the other side so we wouldn't have to walk up and down, wouldn't that be so convenient !" I said. 　　"Silly child, building a pedestrian bridge isn't that simple," the older brother said with a laugh. 　　It doesn't matter if I'm silly, the most important thing is that you like listening to this, and you're okay with it. 　　"Alright, you really have to go now!" the older brother said, letting go of me and smiling. "Okay, goodbye!"

"Brother..." I said, tears streaming down my face.

My older brother left my office, and I slumped weakly into my chair. It wasn't
the fatigue from sex, but the fact that I was truly, truly losing him. Goodbye! My dear older brother! My hateful older brother!

I unlocked the drawer's combination lock, took out my thick wooden notebook, and opened to a new page.

************

Zhou Wanyi loved her older brother the most!

He was two years older than me, the eldest son of my adoptive parents. They also had a daughter, a
year younger than me, whom I called "little sister."

I don't remember much about what happened at the childcare center. Maybe I deliberately forgot? Anyway, I
wasn't a well-behaved child back then. If anyone took my toys, I'd make them pay the price. And figuring out how to
carry out punishments without the staff's notice or speculation was what I thought about most carefully.

But things changed completely after I was put into living with my brother's family. Back then, there weren't any strange rules about leaving
young at home being considered neglect. My adoptive parents both had to work away from home, so they always provided
us with plenty of toys to play with at home. There was never any fighting over them, and my older brother and younger sister
would always let me have the toys I wanted. So, my pursuit shifted from toys to money.

My adoptive parents gave us each a weekly allowance of 300 yuan, which was
a huge sum for me at the time. My sister loved snacks and spent most of the money on candy. My brother didn't have many
hobbies; he would occasionally buy a model kit or two to build, and sometimes he would buy small toys for my sister and me.
He saved the rest and put it in a mailbox-shaped money box.

As for me, after receiving my second 300 yuan, I asked to open a bank account and deposit all the money
in it. At that time, the only bank that accepted small deposits from children was Lion Bank. My adoptive parents, of course, praised
me for being well-behaved and thinking about the future, but they overlooked the most important reason for depositing money in the bank—
greed . Although the interest of a dollar or a few cents wasn't much, every little bit counted. This method
was much smarter than putting the money in a money box. Deep down, I hoped they would praise my idea, but they never
seemed to care.
Greed is endless. Two years later, I was twelve and my brother was fourteen.
The number
I began to think my brother's method of keeping money in the money box was foolish, so I suggested he open a bank
account too—even a little interest would be good! He said he understood, but never intended to open an account.

Then I thought, since you don't want to open an account, why not put the money in mine? Anyway, keeping money in the money box is useless
; you can just go to the bank to get it when you need it! He didn't immediately answer whether it was good or bad,
but that night before going to bed, he took five hundred dollars from the money box and gave it to me, saying it was a gift and I didn't need to return
it.

My feelings were very complicated at the time. I had the money, and I could earn more
interest , but since my brother had given it to me directly, I couldn't ask him for more.
Was my brother really that cunning? I think it was just a feeling similar to giving me a toy. The next day,
he bought me a 500-dollar toy doll, which further confirmed his mindset. So I
decided to try to get my brother's money by earning it.

My brother was a boy, a boy in his adolescence. And I was a girl, a girl going through
puberty . Occasionally, my brother would look at me with the eyes of someone looking at a woman, though he didn't know I
sensed it.

One time, I came home from school and opened the door to find him sitting in front of the computer, frantically adjusting his pants,
seemingly watching pornography online. Boys don't understand, but girls know they
do these things; there's no need to hide it.

I deliberately took off my sweaty gym uniform and dark blue gym

shorts in the living room, wearing only pink underwear. I wandered around the room, sometimes grabbing a soda,
sometimes a change of clothes, sometimes pretending to rummage through a drawer, squatting down and standing up repeatedly. I knew
my brother, who was pretending to be engrossed in his computer, was glancing at me sideways, and what I was doing was making him realize I was
a girl.

This went on for about a week, and my brother didn't do anything to me, just peeked
at me . So I had to be more proactive—I deliberately found his favorite things on his computer. Hush money?

Of course not. That wouldn't earn much, and it wasn't sustainable, because given my brother's
personality , he might immediately confess to our adoptive parents. So what I had to do was pique his interest.

The first movie was one with lots of kissing scenes. When it was just the two of us at home, I pretended to
accidentally play it, and my brother immediately ran over and turned it off. "Does my brother like kissing?" I
remember asking him directly. He didn't answer, just stood there, and then I kissed
his lips. My first kiss, for me and for him.

Was he clever? Or was he really scheming? That night, my brother gave me two hundred yuan, and what was most
commendable was that he didn't buy me any toys the next day.

Two hundred for a kiss, fifty for holding hands, three hundred for touching breasts… Desire was like an endless abyss, and we both
sank deeper and deeper. Whether it was my love for money or his lust for my body. Of course, we were young then
, and we were both afraid, so nothing further happened!

Soon, his money box was empty, while my bank account had almost doubled in size.

His lust was like an addiction; as soon as our adoptive parents gave him his allowance, he couldn't wait to ask me for it,
and I was naturally happy to receive double my allowance every week.

But, a young boy and girl, constantly doing things that made them love each other, wouldn't they develop feelings for each other? I was just
an ordinary girl back then.

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My brother's hands roamed over my body, from my waist, chest, thighs, calves… His greedy desire
showed no sign of abating, while I wavered between pleasure and fear.

I liked my brother, yes, I liked him; but to develop a romantic relationship with him was
impossible . We were siblings in name only; our adoptive parents would never allow it.

Back then, girls had a stronger concept of chastity than girls do now. What my brother and I were doing
was already a transgression; taking it any further would probably be unacceptable to the world.

"Brother, brother…" he loved it when I whispered his name in his ear. And his
caresses, sometimes strong, sometimes gentle, were like a brand, etched deep into my heart. Perhaps from that moment on,
I would never love any other man besides my brother?

The line between virginity and manhood was the key to that final step. I stared at the hardness at my brother's waist, sometimes
really wanting to just cross that line. Who says women aren't lustful? They just find it harder to say it out loud.

"Brother, brother..." My hand slipped inside my skirt suit, gently rubbing my clitoris through my underwear
.

"Bang bang bang..." Rapid, forceful knocking pulled me back to reality from my sexual fantasy, and then
Xiao Qi burst in. I quickly sat back down, deftly putting my notebook away in the drawer and
locking it with the combination lock. From the doorway, they shouldn't be able to see what's happening under the desk, right?

"Miss! Something terrible has happened! Young Master has been shot down there!" Xiao Qi shouted frantically.

"What?" I didn't quite catch it.

"I said! Young Master has been shot down there!" Xiao Qi repeated loudly.

I adjusted my skirt suit slightly under the desk, then stood up and looked out the window. It was
too high ; I couldn't see anything.

"I'll go down and check!" I said, quickly heading towards the door. "No! We don't even know if the shooter is
down there. Don't be reckless!" Xiao Qi grabbed my hand tightly.

"Sis! Big brother's been killed! What do we do? What do we do?!"
My second brother burst into my office, yelling and screaming. His anxious expression made his already unpleasant face even more irritating.

"Get to the hospital right now!" I shouted.

"No! I'd rather die than leave this building!" my second brother yelled back.

"I'll go! Then all those reporters, board members, and bank stuff will
be your responsibility!" I said loudly, heading towards the office door.

"Uh... no! That won't do either! It's so annoying!" my second brother said, clutching his head.

"Then you go to the hospital to see Big Brother! I'll handle everything here," I said, turning back to him.

"Then... then I'll need ten... no, twenty bodyguards, I won't go!" my second brother continued
frantically.

"Get forty, whatever. Go now!" I said, pushing him out of the office and slamming
the door shut. Only Xiao Qi and I remained in the office.

"Is the second young master alright? It would be more reassuring to have a doctor with him..." Xiao Qi
muttered .

"Xiao Qi!"

"Yes!" Xiao Qi replied.

I sat back in my office chair, turning to look at the view of Victoria Harbour outside the window: "What time is it now?"

"1:05," Xiao Qi answered.

"Within fifteen minutes... no, within ten minutes, have
the heads of department, as well as any district managers who can come, gather here. If any directors arrive later, just let them
come in directly. As for the phone calls, just stall them for me!" I instructed him crisply.

"Yes! Understood!" His eyes held a hint of respect in his reply. Was he admiring that I could
accept my brother's shooting in such a short time and still manage things so well?

Ten minutes later, most of the people had arrived, but apart from me, there wasn't a single director. I
immediately began to announce my plan to the employees of each department.

"The market will open in about fifteen minutes. This news will definitely cause a sharp drop in stock prices. Securities department, listen up:
try your best prevent the price from falling by more than double digits. Credit department, suspend all non-urgent projects and
prioritize funding for the securities department. Administration department, inform my peers that we may have a temporary funding need and need to use loan
quotas. Check how much we can borrow, and if possible, have it in the account within three days, then report back to me. Human resources department, listen up:
you are responsible for dealing with the reporters below. The standard answer to any questions is to hand them over to the police and not
comment . I will personally hold a press conference later to explain to them. Each district should notify each branch that there may be a surge in withdrawals
. They should patiently explain to customers that the bank's finances are not in trouble. If they need cash to cope with the surge in withdrawals, they should report it
immediately . If a branch does not have enough cash, we are allowed to cover the interbank transfer fees."

I told them my handling plan in one breath. No one objected, and they immediately left my
office and returned to their work stations. Actually, who would dare to object? If my eldest and second eldest brothers weren't around, I would be
the highest-ranking person here.

"Miss, your adaptability is truly remarkable!" Xiao Qi looked at me with a hint of disbelief.

"What's wrong? Is it strange?" I said, turning my office chair towards the floor-to-ceiling window.

"That's right, although I've always worked alongside you, Miss, I've never seen such composure." Xiao Qi
muttered to herself.

"Hmph, daring to write about me." I pouted. Of course, Xiao Qi couldn't see that from her position!

"Beep beep beep..." The phone on my desk rang. I pressed the answer button. "Miss Wu,
Mr. Li from West Asia is looking for you," my secretary said on the phone. "Okay, take it," I said. "

Uncle Li," I greeted him loudly. "

My dear niece, something big has happened! Is your eldest brother alright?" Uncle Li's voice came from the phone.

"I don't know yet. My second brother went to the hospital to find out. I'm keeping an eye on things at the bank!" I said.

"That's good, that's good. If you need any help, just come to me!" Uncle Li said.

"I understand. I might need some cash flow? I'll probably have to trouble Uncle Li later," I said.

"Yes, no problem, just let me know," Uncle Li said.

"Thank you," I said.

"Let's cancel today's meeting. You must be very busy!" Uncle Li said.

"Thank you, Uncle. I'll reschedule for another time!" I said.

"Okay, bye-bye."

"Bye-bye, Uncle."

"Phew~" I let out a sigh of relief. Xiao Qi, who was watching from the side, was secretly laughing. "What's so funny
?" I asked him, raising my eyebrows.

"Uh, nothing." Xiao Qi said, scratching his head. "It's just that Mr. Li from West Asia seems to be particularly
interested in our bank lately. This never happened when Boss Wu was around." Xiao Qi said.

"Hmph, who knows?" I said. Of course, the truth is, men are driven by two things: money and sex. After the old man died, our bank became a big piece
of meat !

"Xiao Qi, is the market almost open?" I asked. 　　"

Yes," Xiao Qi replied after glancing at his watch. " 　It 's 　　going to

be a busy day!" I said, stretching 　　lazily . ****************

... His 60% stake in Huatong Bank, representing several hundred percent of the total issued shares, will be divided into three parts through a family trust: 50% for his eldest brother, 30% for his second brother, and 20% for me. 　　His eldest brother is unmarried and has no legal responsibility to his fiancée. Assuming he doesn't make a will, his 50% stake in the family trust, divided in two, would become 55% for his second brother and 45% for me. 　　With the bank's large-scale share buybacks and price support today, the shareholding ratios will become even more pronounced, potentially reaching a level requiring intervention from the China Securities Regulatory Commission ( CSRC). 　　His second brother isn't cut out for business; he's the quintessential "rich second generation." He buys and sells airplanes and yachts, indulges in sensual pleasures, occasionally hooks up with female celebrities, and appears in the entertainment section more often than the financial section. 　　The old guys on the board wouldn't let him take the position, but as an illegitimate daughter who was only recently recognized, I'm not sure what my chances are. 　　"Miss, why don't you go home and rest? You look tired today..." Xiao Qi said, gently patting my shoulder. Since the market opened at noon, I've been busy arranging various countermeasures, including some . Xiao Qi has been by my side the whole time. If I'm tired, he 's not much better off! 　　"I'm fine..." I said, wiping away my tears with a tissue. "Want to have a ?" I continued. 　　"Uh... sure, but is it alright? The young master just had an accident today..." Xiao Qi said. "Are you worried about me? Or are you lecturing me on how I should be a good girl right now?" I asked him, 　　frowning . 　　"Uh... of course I'm worried about you! We don't even know what the gunman's purpose is, and he might even hurt you, Miss ." Xiao Qi said. 　　"For someone like me, dying like this might not be so bad!" I said with a smile. 　　"How could you say that!" Xiao Qi's tone was a little agitated. "Miss, you've always been so good to me and to our employees. Now that the young master is gone, hundreds of people in our bank can only rely on you . How could you say such a thing?" Xiao Qi continued. 　　"Ha, can I really rely on you? Sometimes even I can't believe in myself!" I said with a laugh. Xiao Qi suddenly 　　wrapped his arms around 　　my shoulders from behind. "I believe in you," he said gently. " 　　Are you looking for death?" I said angrily. 　　　　　　　　　　　" 　　Even if I die, I 'd be willing to be killed by you," he said. A pure young man like him, giving 　him a little hope, keeping him by my side, is always beneficial. I'll let him hug my 　　shoulders for a while! ********** ... 　　The first person to bring me here was a petty thug, who was also my first official boyfriend and my first love besides . Back in school, he was known for his domineering nature and claimed to have connections. I was his girlfriend, and he practically forced me into this relationship. 　　However, after becoming this petty thug's girlfriend in name only, the bullying that started because I was a freshman who joined the school midway through the semester disappeared. To be more precise, I took the lead in bullying other girls . Interestingly, although this petty thug was very domineering on campus, he was very respectful to me. Apart from kissing me, he wouldn't even dare to touch my chest. Was he just naive? Once, 　　he said he would take me to see a big event. It's funny to think about it now. When he took me out that time, I discovered that his so-called connections were just a bunch of lowly errand boys. The real "big thing" that the big shots in the clubs had given him was simply to come to this bar and hand over a sum of cash wrapped in a briefcase to the bar manager. 　　But it was precisely because of this that I learned the true nature of this bar—a marketplace for professional assassins. 　　There were buyers and sellers. Some were ruthless in their pursuit of money, while others chose to punish themselves when the law couldn't . Some acted to uphold so-called justice, while many more were driven by personal gain. Different levels of assassins naturally commanded different prices and operated according to different principles. An assassin's level was generally determined by their abilities, including skill and the success rate of their missions.

As far as I know, as long as the crime isn't too serious, you can buy someone
's life as long as you can afford it.

"Miss, I didn't expect you to frequent this kind of bar..." Xiao Qi
looked around curiously after entering.

"Mind your own business," I said, downing my sweet wine in one gulp.

"Take your time..." Xiao Qi looked at me with a furrowed brow.

"I'll go say hello to the owner; you sit and wait for me." I said, turning to leave.

The owner, standing at the bar, recognized me immediately and waved. I
smiled . "Hello, owner!" I said with a smile, sitting down at the bar.

"Miss Wu is even more beautiful in person than on TV!" The owner's perpetually expressionless face showed no
sign of admiration. But I'd seen him several times before and was used to his wooden, expressionless
demeanor. "Thank you," I replied modestly. "I didn't expect Miss Wu to come looking for me again!" the shopkeeper said, handing me

a freshly mixed drink . 　　"Yes? I just didn't expect to need you again so soon!" I said with a smile , taking a document from my briefcase. 　　"Hmm?" The shopkeeper took the document and began to read it carefully. "Ah, I don't quite understand it. It must be an internal document from your bank, right?" The shopkeeper leaned closer and said softly. 　　"Yes," I said. 　　"Well..." the shopkeeper put the document back into the briefcase. 　　"This matter cannot be made public at this stage, but if we don't stop it now, the consequences will be unimaginable," 　　I said. 　　"But, something just happened in your family. This is a bit difficult!" The shopkeeper's still expressionless face showed no sign of difficulty. 　　"So, I'm willing to pay a little more," I said. 　　"Hmm... can I have this?" the shopkeeper asked. "Of course," I said. The shopkeeper put the briefcase into the cabinet behind him and then locked it with a "click." 　　"One million," the shopkeeper said, "equivalent to a million-dollar gold bar." He repeated it again. 　　"A physical gold bar? No problem!" Although the amount was ten times more than last time, I readily agreed. For an ordinary person, preparing gold bars in a short time might be difficult, but we run a bank , and our entire vault is filled with gold bars! 　　"Hmm..." the shopkeeper responded coldly, then slowly walked to the other side of the bar, and I tactfully left the bar as well. In my experience, that meant the shopkeeper had agreed to accept my commission and find an assassin willing to take the job. But this time, demanding physical gold was indeed a bit strange! 　　I took the drink the shopkeeper had mixed for me and returned to Xiao Qi's side, sat with him for a while longer, and then left the bar with him. 　　Bearing the moonlight, my past, my future, I embarked on the road home. Home? Where is my home? 　　　　　　　　　　　********** 　　That year, I was fourteen years old, and bad luck seemed to have never left me. On the same day my birth mother died, a sudden fire broke out in our house. My adoptive parents perished in the flames, and my brother and sister disappeared without . I was once again a homeless girl. 　　The Social Welfare Department arranged for me to live in a women's youth center. Young people are different from children; finding suitable foster families is extremely difficult. Besides the family's own wishes, the safety of the young person is also a consideration, especially for a young woman like me who had already grown into a beautiful young woman. So I lived in the youth center for two years. I thought I would have to stay for another two years before regaining my freedom and leaving the youth . However, the god of fate seemed unwilling to grant me a stable life. 　　That day, I was sixteen years and seven days old. A particularly long black sedan drove into the youth center's parking lot, and then the nuns summoned me. 　　I saw this man for the first time, the important figure my birth mother often talked about—my birth father , the man I would later call "Old Man," the chairman of Huatong Bank. Compared to the photos my birth mother showed me , he had aged considerably, but I recognized him immediately. 　　His first wife had finally passed away, and after much investigation, he finally tracked me down and wanted to bring me home. 　　The old man also recognized me instantly as my birth mother's daughter, saying I looked exactly like . However, for safety and to avoid the suspicion of the world, he still required me to undergo a series of detailed genetic tests, and the results were clear: I was indeed his biological daughter. This was the second time I changed my surname, taking the old man's surname, and becoming Wu Wanyi. 　　I am a greedy woman, an insatiable woman, both in terms of money and lust. 　　The old man was unquestionable in satisfying my financial desires. My brother was the first man who could touch my body , and the second man was him. 　　Shufang… my birth mother's name; he always called me that whenever he held me. 　　The first time with him, I resisted. Having sex with an old man all the time is unbearable , especially when that old man is your own biological father! 　　If my brother was a curious pioneer, then the old man was a gourmand who knew how to enjoy fine food. 　　Slow, delicate movements, gentle words, tender kisses. Eyes full of love and affection; gazing into his eyes, you could see his true heart… his love for my birth mother. 　　As a substitute for my birth mother, I could only silently accept everything he did to me—including taking my virginity . 　　I had no reason to refuse the old man; he provided me with food and clothing, a prestigious family identity, and more money than I could ever spend in a lifetime . Secretly, it also included the final experience my brother hadn't yet given me. 　　The old man was infatuated with the shadow of my birth mother within me, while I was infatuated with the pleasure I gained from our union. We needed each other, and were needed at the same time. 　　　　　　　　　　　********** 　　...

I felt the old man's rough, large hands gently caressing my body. He wasn't in a hurry; each time, he would
spend a considerable amount of time teasing my body, while I was sometimes the one who became aroused by him.

The old man's large, imposing body pressed against me, immobilizing me. His mouth gently sucked on
my tongue, his hands lightly caressed my chest, and his lower body covered my waist, gently twisting and turning.

"Mmm..." I bit my lower lip, trying to keep quiet, but as the pleasure intensified, my willpower was constantly eroded.

"Mmm...mmm...ah...ah ah..." His fingers invaded my last line of defense; inside, it was already sticky and wet
like a swamp.

The old man, still in a hurry, thrust into my heavy, thick waist, the full, abundant feeling spreading
deep . "Ah...ah...mmm...ah...ah ah..." I intensified the movements of my fingers, trying my best to match
the old man's thrusts.

"Ah...ahhh..." My mind went blank, my body trembled violently, and I
gasped for breath.

How pathetic I am, aren't I? I can only satisfy my lust through fantasies. Since Grandpa died,
I haven't been able to achieve orgasm during intercourse, not even with my beloved older brother
.

In my office, I hastily wiped away the traces of masturbation with a tissue, put my business suit back on, and
locked my thick-paper notebook back in the drawer, ready to face the new day.

"Xiao Qi, come in," I said to the phone on my desk. Xiao Qi opened the door
and came in "Miss," he greeted me respectfully. "Make me a cup of coffee!" I
said. "Yes, coming right away," he replied, then walked towards the office's water bar.

A moment later, he smiled and handed me the coffee. I took a sip; it was
a . "Isn't it too sweet?" I complained.

"Miss, are you feeling a bit down? A sweet drink might cheer you up," Xiao Qi said with a smile.

"I'm so fat, how can I be in a good mood?" I said, taking a big gulp of white coffee, a satisfied smile spreading
across his face.

"Miss, the eldest young master had a formal meeting scheduled with Daozhong today. Should we cancel it?"

Xiao Qi asked to confirm.

"Hmm... well, let's apologize to them first, and I'll reschedule," I
said, turning my office chair towards the floor-to-ceiling window.

"Miss, should we still discuss the merger?" Xiao Qi's question hit the nail on the head.

The old man and my eldest brother are gone, so the marriage is obviously off, but should we
continue ? Could my second brother be the one to arrange the engagement? I doubt the girl's family will be satisfied with this

future son-in-law who's constantly in the news.

I don't have a thorough understanding of the merits and demerits of the merger. This case has always
been handled by my eldest brother, and my role in the bank has always been internal affairs. I really
can't . However, it has to be me who makes the decision. With such an unreliable second brother, you need a strong-willed
sister like me.

Relatively speaking, this merger isn't the most pressing issue right now. What needs to be
addressed is gold bars worth one million US dollars.

"Xiao Qi, could you please ask my second brother to come to the vault to find me? He should still be in his office, right?" I said. "Yes,
I'll go find him." With that, Xiao Qi quickly left my office, and I followed him to
the bank vault located in the basement of the group's building.

—Opening the vault requires the presence of at least two directors. One of them is me, and I
chose my second brother because only he would readily believe me without understanding the situation. I told him it was
because we took out some loans from our peers for yesterday's repurchase agreement, and they required us to provide corresponding collateral
. "

Of course, he wouldn't understand anything about banking matters, let alone ask for details. The gold bars
were immediately prepared; all that was needed was to cover the one million dollar shortfall, and things would become
a thing of the past .

When money becomes tangible, you lose its sense of reality. One million dollars seems like a lot, but
in gold bars, it's only about thirty pounds.

I watched the professional security guards who handled the transaction get into their car before returning to the bank. After my second brother completed the witnessing
procedures , he couldn't wait to leave the bank under the protection of a group of bodyguards. This bank is, after all, your
family business; couldn't you have been a little more attentive? I couldn't help but feel indignant for the old man, but if he hadn't been
like this , none of my actions would have gone so smoothly.

The gold bars had left the bank; there was no turning back.

What is family to me? My birth mother only sees me as the source of bad luck. My adoptive parents probably treated
me like their own child, but to me, they were just machines for handing out pocket money. My brother
was more like a lover than family. My biological father saw me as a substitute for my biological mother. My eldest brother loved me, but we couldn't be together, and
I could only repay him with indifference. As for my second brother and other relatives, they only saw me as
an illegitimate daughter . What is family? I'm truly confused.

I sighed deeply, for a reason no one would understand.

"I'm searching for a chest to lean on. Where is love? I laugh at how I've always longed for it..." I softly
sang my favorite song.

I returned to my office, and Xiao Qi followed me in. "Miss, going to the vault is..."

Xiao Qi saw my displeased expression and didn't say anything.
"Mind your own business," I said. Even if it were him, of course I couldn't let him know that I delivered the gold bars to
the bar owner! "It was something the old man instructed me to do. Now that my eldest brother is gone, of course my second brother and I went to
confirm it!" I made up a reason that he couldn't verify.

"I see..." Xiao Qi lowered his head as if he had asked something he shouldn't have.

"Xiao Qi, there's an emergency board meeting tomorrow in the conference room downstairs. Please inform
them !" I instructed him.

"Yes, Miss." Then Xiao Qi left.

I unlocked the drawer's combination lock, took out a thick wooden notebook, and opened to a new page.

********************

Lin Wanyi, I hate my older brother the most!

I hate him! I hate him! I hate him! I hate him! I hate him! I hate him!

Why are you so hateful? What makes me hate you so much?

Is it because…you have a fiancée? Or is it because we are half-siblings? Since

this is my criminal record, I certainly won't evade the crimes I've committed.

Yes, older brother, I hired someone to kill him. Yes, it was in the bar—the killer's exchange—that I paid for
the murder.

My older brother loves me; he's the only one in the family who considers me family. My older brother loves me; he's the man who, without the world's knowledge,
keeps me his secret lover.

I hate you! I hate that you taught me what fair love is, not
selfless love based on interests and exchange conditions , yet we still couldn't be together in the end.

You gave me food when I was hungry, but wrapped it in a glass bottle. Unable to get the food no matter what I tried, I had no choice
but to smash the bottle!

Brother, I can't have you, and I won't let your fiancée have you. I don't hate her; I hate
the old man , the real culprit who forcibly bound you two together without love.

＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊

"Cheep cheep..." The knocking on the door again interrupted my writing. "Come in!" I said,
locking the thick wooden notebook in the drawer.

"Miss, a policeman has come and says he wants to see you," Xiao Qi, who had just entered, said to me. "

Please ask him to come up!" I said.

Then, about ten minutes later, a policeman in a muddy yellow wet-on-dry suit entered my office. "
Miss Wu, my surname is Mo, please call me Detective Mo," the policeman in the wet-on-dry suit said.

"Hmm, is there something you need?" I said casually.

"It's about your brother, of course," Detective Mo said.

"I just asked about him yesterday, is there anything else?" I frowned, showing my impatience.

"Ms. Wu, you also hope the murderer will be caught quickly, right? That's why I came here specifically to ask about
the details," Detective Mo said.

"Okay, go ahead and ask!" I said, staring into his sharp eyes, eyes that seemed to make
criminals feel guilty and fearful.

"Ms. Wu, where were you when the shooting happened?" Detective Mo asked.

"I was here, in this room," I replied.

"Who can testify?" Detective Mo asked.

"Xiao Qi was outside the office the whole time. Whether I went in or out, he'll know best," I said.

"Could there be some secret passage in this room?" Detective Mo said, looking around.

"What's wrong? Why do you seem to suspect me?" I said, my face showing anger.

"Don't be nervous, don't be nervous. It's just a routine question. After all, your brother isn't married yet, so his bank
shares should be inherited by you and your other brother

, right?" Detective Mo said. "You suspect me because I benefited from it?" I made an incredulous expression and slammed my hand
on the table. Ouch... that hurt.

"No, no, no, it's not at the stage of suspicion yet, but if it's just from the perspective of profit, you and your other
brother both have reasons to consider it," Detective Mo said.

"Ha, you're really frank. But if the starting point is suspicion, what can you possibly get out of
it?" I said with a smile.

"The smarter a person is, the more likely they are to lie, but the problem is that a lie is still a lie. Once you find the point of the lie,
you're not far from the truth," Detective Mo said.

"Then go ahead and ask. I'll answer as much as I can with the knowledge I have," I said.

"Thank you. First of all, do you know Green Snake?" Detective Mo said.

"Green Snake?" I asked, frowning.

"The professional killer is likely the one who murdered your brother," Detective Mo said.

"Hey, now that you've identified the target, go and arrest him!" I said impatiently.

"That's right. As a police officer, I believe murderers are guilty; it's the law. But from a professional killer's
perspective , the murderer is innocent; they're just carrying out their client's job
. The guilty party is the one who paid for the kill," Detective Mo said.

"So that's what the mastermind means?" I asked.

"Exactly. That's the twisted logic prevalent among professional killers," Detective Mo said.

"On a busy street, face-to-face, point-blank, use a low-trajectory, extremely short pistol to fire three
shots in a straight line—one to the head, one to the chest, and one to the waist—ensuring all three bullets remain inside the victim's body. This three-
shot line must be completed within two seconds; otherwise, the body will lose strength and fall, causing the shots to miss. This redundant and
blatant method of murder must be the work of Green Snake, though he himself might call it 'splendid.'"

Detective Mo said, showing me photos of the scene where my brother was killed. "Do you know him, or have you
heard of him?" Detective Mo continued.

I glanced at the photos, then dramatically turned my office chair towards the floor-to-ceiling window. "It's disgusting
! How could you show these photos to a woman, a victim's family member, without warning?"

I exclaimed.

"Ah, sorry, I often use these photos with my meals; I'm used to them and don't find them disgusting anymore!
Sorry , sorry." Detective Mo said, putting away the photos.

He was definitely doing it on purpose, to see my reaction. It seems he really is deliberately suspecting me.

If I had known earlier that the police had someone with such intentions, the gold BRICS operation should have been delayed, but
now it's too late... I'll have to fight this troublesome opponent for quite a while.

"Xiao Qi, pour me a glass of water," I loudly ordered Xiao Qi, who was standing to the side looking bewildered. "Yes,
Miss," Xiao Qi replied, then went to the water bar in the office and poured two glasses of water, one for
me and one for Detective Mo.

"Oh! Thank you, I was thirsty." Detective Mo took the water and took a big gulp.

"Xiao Qi, go out first!" I instructed him. After all, I had taken him to that bar before, and if
Detective Mo brought up the assassin exchange, he might blurt it out. It seems
I miscalculated by asking him to go with me last night.

Xiao Qi bowed to me and then left my office.

"Ah, have you thought of an answer?" Detective Mo's tone was as if he had already identified me
as .

"I don't know him, and I've never heard of him," I said.

"Oh, is that so? That's right, that's right. If it were Green Snake, she would probably kill you as well, right? I was careless
with this question," Detective Mo said.

"Generally speaking, there are only two reasons for hiring a professional assassin: hatred or profit.

Let me ask Miss Wu if she knows if your brother has offended anyone recently?" Detective Mo continued.

"I haven't heard him say anything, but if client-related matters... such as refusing a loan can attract
hatred , then I don't know," I said.

"Hmm, it's really convenient for a bank to have this excuse. Ah, my slip of the tongue." Detective Mo's face showed an
unnatural smile. This guy seems to be convinced that I did it.

"Can I assume that most people who come for loans don't have the money to hire a professional hitman?" Detective Mo said.

"Our bank takes on cases ranging from billions to tens of billions, but I don't know
how much ." I said.

"Ah, that was a misdirection. Even if your brother is killed, will the person applying for a loan get the loan?"
Detective Mo's unnatural smile appeared again. I was caught off guard and had no answer.

"To be honest, I did some investigation into your past before coming here, Miss Wu. If we consider it from a
profit- driven perspective, Miss Wu is indeed more suspicious." Detective Mo said.

"Then show me the evidence!" I said loudly.

"Hey, hey, I said it was just suspicion, Miss Wu, there's no need to get angry! I've asked all the questions I needed to ask, I
'll come back for another visit." Detective Mo said as he stood up and walked towards the office door to leave.

After he left the office, I immediately checked the areas he had sat in—under the desk, under the chair,
the corners he had passed—to see if he had left any eavesdropping devices, but I found nothing. Then I sat back down
in my office chair, thinking about my next move.

When you encounter a troublesome opponent, sacrifices are inevitable.

"Xiao Qi, connect me to the MA (Monetary Authority of Malaysia)," I said into the phone on my desk.

**********

The next day, morning. I returned to the bank at 8:00 AM as usual. For a rich kid, this
level of self-discipline is impossible, but I'm not your average rich kid.

The efficiency of a semi-governmental organization is naturally not that high, and I have plenty of time to prepare.

Xiao Qi always arrives at the bank earlier than me, always preparing everything in advance. When I get back, all I
care about is what kind of coffee I'll have.

Black coffee. "Why is it unsweetened black coffee again?" I asked him, frowning.

"Miss, you made an appointment with someone from the MA yesterday, right? Don't you need to be more alert?" Xiao Qi
said.

"Hmm..." I responded softly, then took a sip of black coffee. Up until now, Xiao Qi had
assumed I'd invited them to come so I could explain my brother's situation to Ma. Of course, that wasn't the case.

"Xiao Qi, you can go out now. Let me know when they arrive," I said.

"Understood, Miss," Xiao Qi replied and left my office.

Then I took out a thick wooden notebook from my drawer and opened to a new page.

************

I don't even want to write anymore. Because I'm really starting to worry that this notebook will
one day be found.

This is my incriminating evidence, my confession. If it falls into the hands of that troublesome detective, everything I've
painstakingly built will be ruined. Therefore, I need to make things bigger, bigger, bigger than he
can handle alone.

First, I need to drag the Financial Supervisory Commission (FSC) into it.

My second brother's messy money laundering operation for South American drug traffickers will not only become a
target for a professional assassin who "kills for justice," but also a target for the FSC's investigation.

The documents that were originally intended to be kept secret "for the sake of the bank's reputation," which was
the reason for requesting "sanctions" from the killer exchange, are now being forced to be released due to Agent Mo's suspicions about me. [The rest of the text appears to be unrelated and possibly

machine-generated gibberish.]

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