In the digital world's murky depths, I watched Xie Weihuan and Jiang Lun entwine in a dance of duplicity. Pushing my phone aside, I sighed, fearing the sight might tarnish my soul.

"Dear Weiwei, the sharks circling my family's doorstep grow bolder, leaving my kin too terrified to return. Might you extend your grace?" Jiang Lun's plea broke through at a moment of Xie Weihuan's evident satisfaction.

Her movements paused, her face clouding over with displeasure. "Already? Wasn't it mere moments ago I opened my coffers to you?"

"It's my father; ensnared by old companions, he's succumbed to the vice again, drawing a new flock of predators," Jiang Lun explained, his pride from earlier dissolving into humility in Xie Weihuan's shadow.

"And the sum?" Her voice was cool, detached.

"Two million."

"Consider it done," she responded without a second thought, her generosity fueling Jiang Lun's resurgence.

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In that moment, I pondered the enigma that was Xie Weihuan. Once a mere street thug, could she now be entwined with greater powers?

Her detachment from the business world puzzled me further. Where did such wealth originate if not from Gong Li'an's generosity?

"And the task I set for you? When might I expect its completion?" Xie Weihuan's voice sliced through the silence, drawing my focus.

"Shuang Shuang, ever the sly fox, professes love yet remains untouched. Capturing her downfall may well require time," Jiang Lun mused, frustration evident in his grip.

So this was Xie Weihuan's vile plot—luring me into Jiang Lun's web.

Her tactics, as always, were despicably low.

In her eyes, I was but a pawn, another obstacle to her reign, to be cast aside through slander.

But does a woman's virtue truly define her? Only vile souls like Xie Weihuan and the naive would believe so.

To me, assault is an act of violence, akin to a dog's bite, casting no blame on the victim.

Xie Weihuan's disdain was palpable, her finger pressing against Jiang Lun's forehead with a force that straightened him up.

"Create the opportunity if none presents. Why dally? Succeed, and you'll see more of my generosity."

"But..."

His protests were cut short as Xie Weihuan departed, leaving him alone with his turmoil.

Determined, he clenched his fists, his gaze turning predatory, signaling a storm on the horizon.

Seeking solace, I dialed Yanyan, my college confidante.