Although Wang Zhuo knew what he was doing would deliver a significant blow to Yang Feng, Yang Feng, after all, hailed from a powerful and revered aristocratic family; Wang Zhuo couldn't believe that someone raised in such an environment would suffer a mental breakdown from the impact.

But whether he believed it or not, the news had arrived. Since Young Master Yang’s incident occurred on Qin Xue’s turf, some explanation was owed to the Yang family nonetheless.

“Then I’ll be on my way, Director Pi. See you later.”

Hanging up the call, Wang Zhuo moved swiftly. First, he backed up everything from the player left behind by Xu Chu onto his computer, then completely wiped the original files. Next, he located a blank flash drive and made a copy of Yang Feng’s card.

On Yang Feng’s flash drive were criminal records spanning six years, from age sixteen to twenty-two. This material wouldn't just ruin Yang Feng’s reputation; it could put the entire Yang family in a severely disadvantageous position, enough to shake up the current political landscape.

If the contents of this flash drive were to leak, in this era rife with resentment against officials, the wealthy, and inequality, it would cause a massive uproar. If weaponized by someone with an agenda to incite the masses, heaven knew what devastating consequences might ensue.

However, Wang Zhuo hadn't fully grasped this yet. He was simply acting out of a habit he’d cultivated for data backup, as electronic devices could sometimes be unreliable. He intended to be prepared, just in case.

After bidding farewell to Bai Xiaohua, he hurried off. It was the evening rush hour. Xuefu Restaurant wasn't particularly close to the university, and if he hit a major traffic jam, he could be stuck for an hour. So, leaving early was best. Fortunately, the doors to the Doctoral Building used keyless locks, unlike regular dorms that required a padlock after leaving. Wang Zhuo, being a privileged individual, meant the school would certainly never inspect his room, so as long as He Ye didn't cause any major commotion, the night would pass safely for her.

As soon as he stepped out of the dormitory building, Wang Zhuo pulled out his phone and called Siyuan.

He got straight to the point, his tone lacking patience, "Did you conjure up that big girl?"

"Ah? Has she already come to see you?" Siyuan replied in surprise, "But she told me she'd wait until after the National Day holiday... Why the rush?"

"Don't change the subject," Wang Zhuo quickened his pace, huffing, "How dare you spread my pictures without my permission?"

He was naturally referring to that close-up shot. Wang Zhuo couldn't even recall when it was taken. After some thought, he realized his recent actions were becoming increasingly absurd; he never used to take pictures, yet now it seemed commonplace!

"She was curious," Siyuan giggled, saying proudly, "I praised her lips, saying how beautiful they were, especially without the beard... that they could attract every man. I even said how envious I was of the man who would eventually marry her... jealous of his marital bliss!"

Wang Zhuo was left speechless and amused. Siyuan had put heavy emphasis on the word ‘marital,’ the implication clear without further explanation.

Siyuan continued cheerfully, "Then she got shy. After chatting a while longer, she started beating around the bush, asking me if what Hu Zhiyuan said was true... I then described the feeling using very intoxicating language."

"Stop right there." Wang Zhuo quickly interrupted. This topic was too stimulating. Tian, who had just rested, was already showing signs of arousal again; walking felt awkward. He needed to get in the car before continuing this conversation!

After finishing a comforting and satisfying bowl of huitou mian (braised noodles), He Ye’s physical condition improved considerably. She tested herself and found that the impact on her movement was minimal; with a little more rest, she could leave.

But looking around the living room, and towards Wang Zhuo's slightly ajar bedroom door, she felt a thrill of having glimpsed a side of Wang Zhuo unknown to others. Although she had seen him completely transparently that afternoon, even witnessing that fiery, exciting scene, observing a person through their environment was, after all, a different perspective!

She first toured Wang Zhuo’s room. When she saw that the pen holder she had given him wasn't on his desk, she felt a little disappointed.

She then sniffed Wang Zhuo’s duvet; there was a faint masculine scent mixed with the comfortable smell of fresh air.

Wang Zhuo’s room was tidy, without ostentatious furnishings—only two or three small decorations graced the bedside table, windowsill, and desk. A few clothes hung on the rack, some familiar, others strange.

He Ye stared blankly at the snow-white sheets. If Xu Chu hadn't shown up today, would her youthful mark have been left on this bedding? In this room, how many girls had willingly offered their love and everything for this outstanding young man?

Lost in thought for a long time, she finally sighed softly and returned to the living room, closing the door behind her.

Wang Zhuo’s tablet computer was still on the table, currently in sleep mode. Before leaving, he had told her she could use it to pass the time, as the television was inconvenient.

Upon opening the computer, she was immediately drawn to a folder labeled "Steam Blowing Operation" as she glanced at the desktop icons.

What was a 'Steam Blowing Operation'? A medical school would clearly not involve itself in this industrial field. But He Ye understood the folder’s other meaning: if translated into English and then back into Chinese, it carried the secondary meaning of separating the character '' (ai) into its components, which sounded like 'Ah-ee'!

Her fingers involuntarily reached out toward the folder. Double-click, and it opened. In the dimly lit room under the night sky, the screen flashed with vibrant colors, reflecting upon the school beauty’s exquisite face, dazzlingly bright…

Wang Zhuo arrived at Xuefu Restaurant fifty minutes after leaving the university.

He had indeed run into traffic congestion.

At that moment, Qin Xue was having dinner with businessmen from two multinational corporations in the marine equipment sector—people with whom Wang Zhuo had absolutely no connection. So, he didn’t tag along for the meal, finding some simple fare to satisfy himself instead.

Truth be told, although Wang Zhuo’s personal wealth was substantial now, compared to these multinational giants, he was still a drop in the ocean. However, he had every reason to believe that in the near future, when Wangchao Wuliang went global, when his hair removal products bloomed everywhere across the world, Coca-Cola, Apple, and Sony might not be unattainable targets.

Why did China only have the Petrochemical Twins? Why couldn't it have globally renowned brands and business models? Wang Zhuo harbored such burning ambition, a vigorous drive, to surpass Lenovo and Haier in a short time to become China’s top international brand, and then expand his reach onto a broader stage!

Unfortunately, Qin Xue currently viewed him as nothing more than a spoiled child gradually losing focus, completely unaware of this surging ambition. Of course, even if he knew, he would dismiss it as the ravings of a madman.

A wealthy entrepreneur wanting to build a world brand? What a joke. Let’s talk again in thirty years!

“Wang Zhuo, follow me.”

Xiao Wanjun walked into the room, interrupting Wang Zhuo, who was busy texting.

At this time, Siyuan was remotely operating Wang Zhuo’s tablet, playing tricks on He Ye, while simultaneously using an alternate account on QQ to share her day’s insights with Xu Chu—busily enjoying herself.

Wang Zhuo wasn't idle either. Every time he experienced a new girl, he felt a deeper sense of affection and cherishing for his previous women. He was also busy texting multiple women to consolidate relationships. How busy could he be?

The message sent to the great actress Ning Yao could be spicier, the more provocative the better: "I miss your voice"? How could such a thing be too mild! It had to be something like, "Let me fill your throat until you choke!"

For Ruan Mingqing, it was, "Beauty, want a facial treatment?" For An Qi, it was, "You need nutrient replenishment." But for the cold, stunning secretary Fu Xinran, it was a serious and earnest inquiry about her well-being—that was adapting his approach to the situation!

When Wang Zhuo entered the private room where Secretary Qin was sipping tea, his cell phone was still vibrating incessantly. He was forced to switch it to silent mode temporarily before achieving some peace.

Before him sat the Secretary of the Municipal Party Committee for the municipality of Jiangzhou, a rising political star, a key member of the Party. Yet, Wang Zhuo felt no nervousness. Despite Qin Xue’s composed, unsmiling expression, Wang Zhuo could discern what was hidden within his heart.

So what if he was a regional leader? I have X-ray vision. No matter how well you conceal it, I can see the tell-tale signs—unless you close your eyes when you speak!

“What were you thinking?”

Qin Xue spoke first, and right away, there was displeasure mixed with concealed anger: "Yang Feng is an important scion of a Red Aristocratic family. Who gave you the guts to do that to him?”

As soon as those words left his mouth, Wang Zhuo felt resistant. What did "Who gave you the guts" mean? What was the implication? Did he think Wang Zhuo dared to deal with Yang Feng only because he had Qin’s backing? Qin Xue, while powerful, shouldn't be so self-aggrandizing, should he?

Wang Zhuo’s handling of Yang Feng was an act of "righteous indignation," "eliminating a pest for the people." Although the Qin family’s influence certainly allowed him to act without restraint, if Qin Xue assumed he relied on Qin’s prestige to bully others, he was gravely underestimating him!

Forget the current Wang Zhuo; even the Wang Zhuo from three years ago, who barely knew where his next meal was coming from and only cared about feeding himself, would have dared to break Yang Feng’s legs. The difference was that the former was "a desperate man fears nothing," while the latter stood on "the highest moral ground." The commonality remained the same: act first, worry about the consequences later!

“Uh,” Wang Zhuo paused, retorting nonchalantly, “He’s just a piece of scum. How much guts does it take to clean up trash like that?”

"Bang!"

His poor attitude and arrogant demeanor caused the usually well-mannered Qin Xue to slam the table!

“Do you know the Yang family’s background? Treating Yang Feng like this will bring you immense trouble! Do you know how passive this entire affair has made me?”

Qin Xue’s volume was at least five decibels louder than usual, indicating he was genuinely angry. Pi Shaochong and Xiao Wanjun, who were nearby, wiped away cold sweat, exchanged a look, and then Pi Shaochong quietly requested permission from Qin Xue before exiting the private room to securely close the door from the outside.

Wang Zhuo had used his X-ray vision to observe the security measures before entering; the soundproofing in this private room was sufficient for loud conversations. Pi Shaochong was just being cautious by going out to arrange for bodyguards to seal the corridor.

It seemed Qin Xue was deeply wary of the Yang family. Wang Zhuo suddenly felt a sense of satisfaction. Causing such a large stir that it unsettled even Qin Xue—perhaps that counted as an achievement of sorts?