【The Demonic Path of Wan Yi】

The Demonic Path of Wan Yi:

Good deeds bring good rewards, and evil deeds bring evil consequences—do you believe it? Let me prove it true

! If anyone other than myself ever sees this diary, it will mean I'm dead

, or perhaps it means 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 a little satisfaction means you have some money,

some achievement. Conversely, when even the most basic needs are lacking—when you're hungry and cold—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 that stray dog for accompanying me during the days when 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. 　　"I have an appointment with Mr. Li from West Asia today! So you should…" He didn't finish his sentence. Mr. Li ? So that's what we had today? Time really flies! 　　I didn't respond to him, 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 listlessly at the documents on my desk. As a senior executive, I didn't really 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 and to omit the unimportant ones . I forcefully memorized a few numbers, then mentally organized them into a set of action steps. A hastily drafted plan was completed in my mind. 　　I sighed, unlocked the drawer's combination lock, pulled out the heavy wooden notebook, and opened a new page. 　　　　　　　　　　　********** 　　Writing an autobiography for the life of a boring person like me might be a luxury. But if this were a criminal record , it might be a sensational topic that every newspaper would be vying to report on? 　　Hell—not a description in a book, but a living reality. 　　I am an illegitimate child. My birth mother was originally a saleswoman in a famous store. One day, she caught the eye of a big shot, and her life went from being above ground to being in the dark, living a life of sneaking around but being able to enjoy 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 after the child was born, as it

concerned the man's fortune. So, she began sending people to

coerce , forcing her to abandon me. Perhaps the powerful man himself only saw the birth mother as a game

, completely ignoring his wife's actions.

Escape, escape, escape… The 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 loosened, and she couldn't stand straight… She believed it was all

my fault, that I brought her bad luck. If she hadn't conceived me, she could have continued her

wealthy life, and the powerful man wouldn't have ignored her.

After giving birth, the birth mother basically left me with a neighbor and went back to work, which

should have been a good thing. However,

the birth mother developed a gambling addiction. It started as mahjong games among colleagues, then horse racing, and later, a few close friends

gambling in Macau. If she knew that Uncle He's company was now groveling before me about loans to tide them over

, perhaps she could die with a smile on her face?

Women addicted to gambling only have 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 withdraw money to buy

their freedom? Just ask the frontline colleagues in the lobby!

The care allowance for the neighbors is sometimes there, sometimes not. They only fulfill their reluctant obligation, barely

giving me scraps of food—not enough to eat or wear. When I'm sick and can't afford a doctor, the neighbors

isolate me at home to avoid infection, and of course, they don't leave me any food.

What can an eight-year-old do? You might think so. But when people are forced into

a desperate situation, nothing is impossible. If you love sushi, 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 Grandpa to the Buddha to pay respects to the monks. I

donated a dragon pillar in the name of my beloved dog, "Wild Dog." Grandpa 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 didn't know about the stray dog, but I've already

done so much for you, Wild Dog, rest in peace!

Not long after the stray dog incident, misfortune still clung to my birth mother. While fleeing from debt collectors in Macau, she

jumped into the sea at the pier and was churned to pieces by the propeller of a catamaran.

Bad luck is finally over, so good luck should follow?

After two years in a childcare facility, I finally have 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" (following my birth mother's surname) to

"Zhou Wan-yi" (following my adoptive father's surname), my first time changing my surname.

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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 person who entered was

a tall man, always wearing a gray suit, his face, framed by gold-rimmed glasses, always exuding a shrewd and capable

air. This man was the eldest son of the old man and his legal wife, nominally my older brother—Wu Daoming.

"Sis, are you settling into the new office?" he said, 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 at the bank is as much as you want!" my brother said.

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

He picked up a few files Xiao Qi had given me and glanced 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, frowning.

"Brother, you're working on the merger. If I, as your sister, don't work hard and memorize a few numbers, I might

not even be able to keep my directorship!" I said, wrapping my arms around his neck to stop him from looking at my files.

Otherwise, it would be troublesome if he saw my brother's messy accounting.

"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 older 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 older brother continued, then lightly kissed my

cheek.

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

"I already said we're at the company..."

"I want a kiss on the lips!" I closed my eyes and stretched out my mouth.

"Hmm..."

"Smack..." My lips met my older brother's, and then I felt his wet tongue knocking at

the door , so 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 wander 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 must have been holding back for a long time, right? Or are you spending your nights in Tokyo with two women on either side?"

I said, rubbing my waist against his.

"I already said I'm at the company..."

"No time!" I interrupted, then pressed my lips to his, stopping 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, a little too

pale was right in front of me. I lowered my head and drew a circle on his chest with my tongue.

"Mmm..." he groaned, a sound amplified by my teasing.

I reached behind me and unzipped my own suit jacket. Gravity caused it to slip down, revealing

my black bra, inside which were my proud breasts. My brother stared at my chest with

an expression like a baby nursing, which was quite adorable. Who would imagine that a dignified bank chairman

would have such a cute 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 frowned, expressing his displeasure.

"Because women are jealous!" I said. They clearly love each other, but because they are half-siblings,

they cannot openly express their love. He clearly doesn't love her, but because his grandfather

arranged , he is forced to love her. Is this world fair? The world has never

been fair to me since I was little! So why should I care about the world's feelings?

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

"Hey, if she heard that, I wonder how heartbroken she would be?" I said with a smile, then unhooked

my bra, thrusting my chest forward and pressing his face between my breasts. Actually, that woman wouldn't be unhappy, would she

? She's just a victim of an arranged marriage; if anyone's at fault, it's his grandfather! Unfortunately,

his grandfather is dead; blaming him won't make a difference.

I unbuckled his belt and sat down on the desk. My older brother immediately stood up, deftly

pulled off his suit trousers, and leaned in to kiss me. "Mmm…" My older brother's lips were so soft, so soft they didn't seem like

a man's ! Maybe it's because he grew up in a sheltered environment?

"Help me take it off," I said. Then my brother

took . Brother, do you even know how to flirt? However, I don't doubt that I took his virginity.

Given his germaphobia, if you said he believed in nonsense like premarital sex, he would do it without hesitation

. 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 that he doesn't know how to refuse! On the contrary, he sees his employees

being very respectful to him all day long. He wouldn't even

glance at

went straight in. There was absolutely no preparation, no flirting, just straight in. This kind of

dry rubbing will make my skin peel! "Ugh, you're so annoying!" I lightly punched his chest.

Brother, you didn't use a condom. Don't you think about what will happen if we get a child? "Should I announce to the whole world that

the child in my belly is yours?" This is completely different from his usual shrewd and capable approach. Perhaps

emotions one sentimental? To be honest, I've also been irrational towards him. I like his

simplicity, his shrewdness when he's working diligently, and his bewildered 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'm pregnant with your child like this, then I'll

accept my fate, as if God never intended to let me go!

He kept kissing me—lips, collarbone, shoulders, chest… like any lustful man,

greedily demanding kisses.

"Ugh…ugh…ugh…" My brother frantically swayed his hips, each time with all his might.

But to me, this was just reckless behavior stemming from a lack of tenderness. He doesn't even know how

to please a woman, yet he talks about getting married? Of course, I won't teach him step by step how to do it. Firstly, it would hurt his pride too much

and could lead to terrible consequences; secondly, time is truly running out.

"Ugh... Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ahhh..." After exhausting all his strength, my older brother collapsed

onto me, seemingly drained of all his energy. I felt my uterus was filled to the brim; two weeks' worth of medication

was no small amount!

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 definitely couldn't 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, quickly cleaned his genitals, and then put his clothes and trousers back on

neatly .

"Sis, I'm leaving!" he said.

"Hmm... Should we go across the street?" I looked out the window at the facade of a building slightly shorter than ours.

"Yeah, this trip to Tokyo finally convinced the Ryosei Group to agree to our merger with Michishige. I need to go

and tell Michishige too..."

"And say hello to your fiancée while you're at it?" I said, puffing out my cheeks.

Michishige Bank is run by his fiancée's family. Perhaps the two families

had already ?

"You know you're the only one in my heart!" He hugged me from behind, whispering sweet nothings.

"You know, if we merged, we could build a skybridge here so we wouldn't have to walk up and down anymore, wouldn't that be so

convenient !" I said.

"Silly girl, building a skybridge isn't that simple," my brother said with a laugh. It

doesn't matter if I'm silly, as long as you like hearing it and you like it.

"Okay, I really have to go!" My brother let go of me and smiled at me. "Okay, goodbye!

Brother ..." I said, and tears welled up in my eyes.

My brother left my office, and I slumped into my office chair, feeling utterly defeated. It wasn't because of the fatigue after sex

, but because I really, really was going to lose him. Goodbye! My dear older brother! My hateful older brother!

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

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... 　　Our adoptive parents gave us a weekly allowance of three hundred dollars each, 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, or a few small toys for my sister and me, but he saved the rest in a mailbox-shaped money box. 　　After receiving my second three hundred dollars, I asked to open a bank account and deposit all the money in it. At that time, only Lion Bank accepted small deposits from children. My adoptive parents 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 . A dollar or a few cents in interest might not be much, but every little bit helps, and this method was much smarter than putting the money in a money box. I actually hoped they would praise my idea, but they never seemed to care. 　　Greed is boundless. Two years later, I was twelve and my brother was fourteen. The number grew every week, becoming a considerable sum for a child. Feeling a sense of accomplishment , I started to think my brother's method of keeping money in the piggy bank was incredibly foolish, so I suggested he open a bank account too—even a little interest would be good! He said he understood, but never actually opened an account. 　　Then I thought, since you don't want to open an account, why not deposit the money into mine? It 's useless to keep money in the piggy bank anyway; you can just go to the bank to get it when you need it! He didn't immediately answer whether it was a good idea or not, but that night before bed, he took 500 yuan from the piggy bank and gave it to me, saying it was a gift and I didn't need to return it. 　　My feelings were very complicated. I got the money, and I could earn more interest , but at the same time, my brother had given me the money directly, so I couldn't ask for more. Was my brother really that calculating? I think it was simply a feeling similar to giving me a toy. The next day, my brother bought me a 500-yuan toy doll, which further confirmed his mindset at the time. So I decided to get my brother's money by earning it. 　　My brother is a boy, a boy in his adolescence. And I am 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 could sense 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 porn online. Boys don't understand, but girls all 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, and walked back and forth intentionally or unintentionally, grabbing a soda, grabbing a change of clothes, and pretending to look for something in the closet, squatting down and standing up again. I knew my brother, who was trying so hard to appear focused on the computer, was looking at me sideways, and what I was doing was making him realize I was a girl. 　　This went on for about a week. 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 way would earn too little and wouldn't be sustainable, because given my brother's personality , he might just turn himself in to our adoptive parents right away. So what I had to do was pique his interest. 　　The first movie was one with lots of kissing scenes. I pretended to accidentally play it when it was just the two of us at home, and my brother immediately ran over and turned it off. "Does 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. 　　Could you say he was smart? Or was he really scheming? That night, my brother gave me two hundred dollars, and what was most commendable was that he didn't buy his sister any toys the next day. 　　Two hundred for kissing, fifty for holding hands, three hundred for touching breasts… Desire was like an endless abyss, and we were both sinking deeper and deeper. Whether it was my love of money or his lust for my body, it was all because of my love for money. 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 nearly doubled in size. 　　His lust was like an addiction; as soon as our adoptive parents gave him his allowance 　　, he would eagerly demand it from me, and I, of course, was happy to receive double my allowance every week. 　　　　　　　　　　　However ,　　 wouldn't a young boy 　　and girl developing feelings for each other while　　engaging in intimate acts? I was just an ordinary girl! Back then... ********** ...

It's already crossed the line. If I take another step, I'll probably be unacceptable to the world.

"Brother, brother..." He loved it when I whispered his name in his ear. And his sometimes strong, sometimes

gentle caresses 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 adulthood is 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 express it.

"Brother, brother..." My hand slipped inside my skirt, gently rubbing my

clitoris through my underwear.

"Bang bang bang..." The rapid, forceful knocking pulled me back to reality from my sexual fantasy, and then

Xiao Qi rushed 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 under the desk, right?

"Miss! Something terrible has happened! Young Master has been shot downstairs!" Xiao Qi shouted in a panic.

"What?" I didn't quite hear her.

"I said! Young Master has been shot downstairs!" Xiao Qi shouted again.

I straightened my skirt 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 walking towards the door. "No! We don't even know if the shooter is

downstairs. Don't be reckless!" Xiao Qi grabbed my hand tightly.

"Sis! Big Brother has been killed! What do we do? What do we do?!" My

second brother burst into my office, shouting. His anxious expression made his already unpleasant face even more annoying.

"Go to the hospital right away!" I shouted.

"No! I'd rather die than leave the building!" My second brother shouted.

"I'll go! You're in charge of dealing with all the reporters, the board members' uncles, and the bank's affairs

!" I shouted, and walked out of the office.

"Ugh...no! That won't do either! It's so annoying to hear about it!" Second Brother said, clutching his head.

"Then go to the hospital to see Big Brother! Leave everything here to me," I said, turning to him.

"Then...then I'll need ten...no, twenty bodyguards, I won't go!" Second Brother continued

frantically.

"I don't care if you get forty. Go now!" I said, pushing him out of the office door and slamming it shut

, leaving only Xiao Qi and me in the office.

"Is Second Young Master alright? It would be more reassuring to have a doctor with him..." Xiao Qi murmured

to himself .

"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, get

the heads of , as well as any regional managers who can make it, all gathered here. If any directors arrive later, just let them

come in directly. As for the phone calls, just stall them for me!" I gave him a crisp order.

"Yes! Got it!" His eyes held a hint of respect in his reply—was he admiring how quickly I could

handle things after my brother was shot and how well I could organize everything?

Ten minutes later, most of the people had arrived, but apart from me, there wasn't a single director. I

immediately began explaining my plan to the staff in 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's tone shifted

to a muttered tone.

"Hmph, daring to underestimate 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. Maybe I need some cash flow? I'll have to trouble Uncle Li later," I said.

"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 as soon as possible!" I said.

"Okay, bye-bye."

"Bye-bye, Uncle."

"Phew~" I let out a sigh of relief. Xiao Qi, watching from the side, was secretly laughing. "What's so funny

?" I asked him, raising my eyebrows.

"Uh, it's nothing," Xiao Qi said, scratching his head. "It's just that Mr. Li from West Asia seems particularly

interested . This never happened when Boss Wu was around."

"Hmph, who knows?" I said. Of course, I knew the reason! They say all crows

are black, and men are driven by two things: money and sex. After the old man died, our bank became a huge piece

of meat!

"Xiao Qi, is it almost time to open?" I asked.

"Yes," Xiao Qi replied, glancing at his watch.

"It's going to be a busy day!" I said, stretching lazily.

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Assuming he didn't leave a will, his 50% share in the family trust would be split in two, resulting in my second brother owning 55% and me owning 45%. 　　After today's large-scale bank buyback and support, the shareholding ratio will become even more pronounced, potentially reaching a level requiring intervention from the China Securities Regulatory Commission . 　　My 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 job, 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 investigations and information gathering. 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 go for 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 behave at a time like this?" I asked him, frowning . 　　"Uh... of course I'm worried about you! We don't even know what the gunman's motives are, and he might even hurt you, Miss ." Xiao Qi said. 　　"Someone like me might actually be alright if I just died like this!" I smiled at him. 　　"How can you say that!" Xiao Qi's tone was a little agitated. "You've always been so good to me and to our employees, Miss. Now that the young master is gone, all of us hundreds of people in the bank can only rely on you . How can 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, a hint of anger in my voice. 　　"Even if I die, I'd be willing to be killed by you," he said. 　　Giving a naive young man like him a glimmer of hope, keeping him around, is always beneficial. I'll let him hold my shoulder for a while. 　　　　　　　　　　　＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊　　A nostalgic waltz played in the bar, soft lighting accompanying pairs of middle-aged men and women dancing old-fashioned dances. This kind of place is called a bar? For my past self, it was simply incomprehensible. 　　But, in fact, this really is a bar. 　　The first person to bring me here was a petty thug, who was also my first official boyfriend, my first love besides . Back in school, he was known for his domineering nature and claimed to have connections . He practically forced me into being his girlfriend. 　　But becoming this petty thug's nominal girlfriend, the bullying that started because I was a freshman who joined halfway through the semester disappeared—or rather, I took the lead in bullying other girls . Interestingly, this petty thug, despite being incredibly domineering on campus, treated me with utmost respect. Aside from a kiss, he wouldn't even dare touch my chest. Was he just naive? 　　Once, he said he'd take me to see a big event. It's funny to think about now; when he took me out, I discovered his so-called connections were nothing more than a lowly errand boy. The real " big job" the powerful figures in the organization 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 through this that I learned the bar's true nature—a marketplace for professional assassins. 　　There were buyers and sellers. Some were ruthless for money, while others chose to punish themselves because the law couldn't . Some were there to uphold so-called justice, while many more were driven by personal gain. Different levels of assassins naturally had different prices and operating 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 the money. "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, then downed my sweet wine in one gulp. 　　"Take your time..." Xiao Qi looked at me with a raised eyebrow. 　　"I'll go say hello to the owner, you sit and wait for me." After saying that, I turned and left my seat.

The shop owner, standing at the counter, recognized me immediately and waved to me. I

smiled . "Hello, shop owner!" I said with a smile as I sat down at the counter.

"Miss Wu is even more beautiful in person than on TV!" The shop owner's usually expressionless face showed no

sign of admiration. However, I had seen him several times before and was already used to his wooden, expressionless

demeanor. "Thank you," I replied modestly. "I didn't expect Miss Wu to come back to see me again!" The shop owner said, handing me

a freshly mixed drink . 　　"Yes? I just didn't expect to have to come back to you so soon!" I said with a smile , taking a document from my briefcase. 　　"Hmm?" The shop owner took the document and began to read its contents carefully. "Ah, I don't quite understand it. It must be an internal document from your bank, right?" The shop owner leaned closer and said softly. 　　"Yes," I said. 　　"Then..." The shop owner put the document back into his 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 of a dilemma!” 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 back cabinet and locked it with a click. 　　“One million,” the shopkeeper said, “equivalent to a gold bar worth one million US dollars.” He repeated it again. 　　“You want a physical gold bar? No problem!” Although the amount was ten times more than last time, I readily agreed. For ordinary people, preparing gold bars in a short time might be difficult, but we run a bank , and our entire vault is full of gold bars! 　　“Hmm…” the shopkeeper responded coldly, then slowly walked to the other side of the counter, and I tactfully left the counter as well. In my experience, that meant the shop owner had agreed to accept my commission and was going to find me a willing assassin. But this time, demanding real gold was indeed a bit strange! 　　I took the drink the shop owner had mixed for me and returned to Xiao Qi's side. After sitting with him a little longer, we left the bar together. 　　Bearing the moonlight, my past, my future, I embarked on my journey home. Home? Where is my home? 　　　　　　　　　　　********** 　　That year, I was fourteen. 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 became a homeless girl again. 　　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 young people is also a consideration, especially for a young woman like me who had already grown up. So I stayed in the youth center for two years. I thought I'd have to stay for another two years before regaining my freedom and leaving the youth . But fate seemed determined to deny me any peace. 　　That day, I was sixteen years and seven days old. A particularly long black sedan pulled into the youth center's parking lot, and then the nuns summoned me. 　　It was the first time I'd seen this man in person—the important figure my birth mother often spoke of—my biological father , the man I would later call "Grandpa," the chairman of Huatong Bank. Compared to the photograph my mother had shown me, he had aged considerably, but I recognized him immediately. 　　His wives had all passed away, and after much investigation, he had finally tracked me down and wanted to bring me home. 　　Grandpa 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 is the second time I've changed my surname, this time to take my grandfather's, and my name is now Wu Wanyi. 　　I am a greedy woman, an insatiable woman, both in terms of money and lust. 　　My grandfather was undeniably good at 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 when he held me. 　　The first time with him, I resisted. Having sex with an old man is always unpleasant , especially when that old man is my own father! 　　If my brother was a curious pioneer, then my grandfather was a gourmand who knew how to enjoy fine food. 　　Slow, delicate movements, gentle words, tender kisses. His eyes were full of love and affection; gazing into them, 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 had given me enough to eat and wear, the identity of a prestigious family, 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 loved the pleasure I gained from our union. We needed each other, and were needed in return. 　　　　　　　　　　　＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊　　"Shufang…" The old man's voice echoed in the air. 　　I felt his rough, large hands gently caressing my body. He wasn't in a hurry; each time, he would spend a considerable amount of time playing with my body. Sometimes, it was he who aroused me. 　　The old man's large, imposing body pressed against me, immobilizing me. His mouth gently sucked on my tongue, his hands lightly caressed my breasts, and his lower body covered my waist, gently twisting and turning. 　　"Mmm…" I bit my lower lip, trying to remain silent, but as the pleasure intensified , my willpower was constantly eroded.

"Mmm...mmm...ah...ahhh..." My fingers invaded the last line of defense, inside it was already sticky and wet

like a swamp.

The old man in the air pushed his heavy, thick waist, the full and abundant feeling spreading

deep , "Ah...ah...mmm...ah...ahhh..." I intensified the movements of my fingers, trying my best to match

the old man's thrusts.

"Ah...ahhh..." My head was a blur, my body was trembling violently, and

I was panting heavily.

I'm such a failure, aren't I? I can only satisfy my lust through fantasy. After the old man died,

I haven't been able to achieve orgasm in sexual intercourse, not even my dear older brother could

satisfy me.

In the office, I hastily grabbed a tissue to wipe away the traces of masturbation, put my business suit back on, and

locked the notebook with the thick wooden cover back in the drawer, ready to face the new day.

"Xiao Qi, come in here." I said to the phone on my desk. Then Xiao Qi

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 water bar in the office.

After a while, he smiled and handed me the coffee. I took a sip; it was

a . "Isn't it too sweet?" I complained.

"Miss, are you in a bad mood? A sweeter drink will 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.

I saw satisfied smile on his face.

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

Xiao Qi confirmed.

"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 got to the heart of the matter.

With Grandpa and my eldest brother gone, the marriage is obviously off, but should the merger still

proceed ? Will my second brother take over the engagement? I doubt the bride's family will be satisfied with this

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

I don't fully understand the pros and cons of the merger. This case has always been handled by my eldest brother, and

I've only been assigned an internal role at the bank. I'm really

indecisive . 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 top priority 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? He should still be in his office, right?" I said. "Yes,

I'll go find him." Xiao Qi quickly left my office, and I followed him to

the bank vault in the basement of the group building.

Opening the vault required the presence of at least two directors. One was me, and the other I

chose was 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 regarding yesterday's repurchase agreement, and they requested corresponding collateral

. "

Of course, he wouldn't know 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 the matter would be

forgotten .

When money becomes tangible, it loses 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 get into their car before returning to the bank. After completing the witnessing

procedures eagerly left 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 acted

this way , none of my actions would have gone so smoothly.

Jinzhuan had left the bank, and there was no turning back.

What is family to me? My birth mother only saw me as the source of bad luck. My adoptive parents probably treated me

like their own, but to me, they were just machines for handing out pocket money. My brother

was more of a lover than family. My birth father saw me as a substitute for my birth 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 continue.

"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 casually made up a reason he couldn't verify.

"I see..." Xiao Qi seemed to have asked something he shouldn't have, and lowered his head. "Xiao Qi ,

there's an emergency board meeting tomorrow, in the conference room 　　downstairs. 　　Please inform them for me! " I 　　instructed him . 　　　　　　　　　　　" Yes, Miss." Then 　　Xiao Qi left 　　. I unlocked the drawer's combination lock, took out a thick wooden notebook 　　, and opened a new page. ********** ... 　　Since this is my criminal record, I certainly won't evade the crimes I've committed.

Yes, brother, I hired someone to kill him. Yes, I paid for the murder at the bar—the killer's exchange

.

Brother loved me; he was the only one in the family who considered me family. Brother loved me; he was

the man who kept me a secret lover, hiding it from the world. 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. 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. 　　　　　　　　　　　********** 　　... 　　"Miss, a police officer has arrived and wants to see you," Xiao Qi, who had just entered, told me. 　　"Please invite him up!" I said. 　　About ten minutes later, an officer in a muddy yellow wetsuit entered my office. " Miss Wu, my surname is Mo, please call me Detective Mo," the officer in the wetsuit 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. 　　"Miss Wu, you also hope to catch the murderer 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. 　　"Miss Wu, where were you when the shooting happened?" Detective Mo asked. 　　"I was here, in this room," I answered. 　　"Who can testify?" Detective Mo asked. 　　“Xiao Qi has been outside the office the whole time. He'll know best whether I've been in or out,” I said. 　　“Could there be some secret passage in this room?” Detective Mo asked, glancing around. 　　“What’s wrong? Why do you seem to suspect me?” I said, feigning anger. 　　“Don’t be nervous, don’t be nervous. It’s just a routine question. After all, your brother isn’t married yet, and his bank shares will likely be inherited by you and your other brother, right?” Detective Mo said. 　　“So you suspect me because I benefited?” I made an incredulous face and slammed my hand on the table. Ouch…that hurts. 　　“No, no, no, it’s not at the stage of suspicion yet. But if it’s just about profit, you and your other brother have reasons to consider,” 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 clue, you’re not far from the truth,” Detective Mo said. 　　“Then go ahead and ask. I’ll answer you as much as I can,” I said. 　　“Thank you. First, do you know Green Snake?” Detective Mo asked. 　　“Green Snake?” I asked, frowning. 　　“A professional killer, probably the murderer of your brother,” Detective Mo said. 　　“Hey, since you’ve identified the target, go and arrest him!” I said impatiently. 　　“That’s right. As a police officer, I believe murderers are guilty, that’s the law. But from a professional killer’s perspective , murderers are innocent; they’re just carrying out the job for their clients . The guilty ones are the ones who paid for the kill,” Detective Mo said. 　　“So that’s what the mastermind means?” I asked. 　　“That’s right. That’s the twisted logic that’s 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 suspicious of me. 　　If I had known earlier that the police had someone with such intentions, the gold briquette operation should have been delayed, but now it's too late... I'll have to fight this troublesome opponent for a long time to come. 　　"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 mentioned the assassin exchange, he might blurt it out. It seems that asking him to go with me last night was a miscalculation. 　　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 locked onto 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 that question," Detective Mo said.

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

Let me ask you first, Miss Wu, do you know if your brother has offended anyone recently?" Detective Mo continued.

"I haven't heard him mention it, but if client-related matters... like refusing a loan can attract

hatred , then I don't know," I said.

"Hmm, it's quite 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 handles cases ranging from billions to tens of billions, but I don't know

how much it costs ," 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 speechless, having been put on the defensive.

"To be honest, I did some investigation into your past before coming here, Ms. Wu. If we're talking about

interests , you are indeed the more suspicious one," Detective Mo said.

"Then show me the evidence!" I shouted.

"Hey, hey, I told you it was just suspicion, Ms. Wu, don't get angry! I've asked all my questions, I

'll come back for another visit," Detective Mo said, standing up and walking towards the office door.

After he left the office, I immediately checked the places he had sat—under the desk, under the chair, the

corners he 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)," I said into the phone on my desk. 　　　　　　　　　　　********** 　　... 　　Of course, a semi-governmental organization wouldn't be this efficient; I had plenty of time to prepare. 　　Xiao Qi always got back to the bank earlier than me, always preparing everything in advance. When I got back , all I cared about was what coffee I'd have. 　　Black coffee. "Why is it unsweetened black coffee again?" I asked, frowning. 　　"Miss, you had an appointment with someone from 'Ma' today, right? Shouldn't you be more alert?" Xiao Qi said. 　　"Hmm..." I responded softly, then...

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