Chapter 103: Regret Not Acting Earlier

The private room was dead silent, only heavy breathing rose and fell.

Everyone felt an overwhelming oppression and fear.

They knew that this time they were truly finished.

They were blind, having offended someone they should not have offended!

They actually dared to question Jiangnan; where did they get such nerve!

Everyone lowered their heads in terror and shame, their hearts full of regret, hating their own blindness, also regretting… why hadn't they believed just now?

Jiangnan looked at the terrified expressions, a cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

He spoke slowly, his voice icy.

"Now, do you believe?"

His tone was flat, yet carried an undeniable authority.

No one answered, and no one dared to answer.

They could only lower their heads silently, unwilling to meet Jiangnan's gaze.

Jiangnan's gaze swept over each person, his eyes filled with indifference.

"I said, your assets, your companies, will turn to ash and vanish."

His voice was not loud, yet like the Grim Reaper's decree, it left everyone feeling hopeless.

"You will spend the rest of your lives in prison."

"No... don't..."

Wang Mingzhi finally could not hold back, pleading.

"I was wrong, I really was wrong..."

His voice trembled, laced with sobbing.

"Please, spare me..."

He fell to his knees, repeatedly kowtowing.

"I am willing to compensate, I am willing to give you all my assets..."

The others also knelt one after another, their pleas rising and falling.

"Please, spare us!"

"We know we were wrong."

"We will never dare again!"

They wept bitterly, desperately begging Jiangnan to show mercy.

Jiangnan looked at them, his eyes showing no trace of pity.

He spoke coldly.

"Too late."

His voice was icy, without a hint of feeling.

"You must pay the price for your actions."

His tone was firm, beyond doubt.

In this world, what does not require a price?

These people are not innocent either!

"Chief Yun, call the police."

Jiangnan casually instructed,

Chief Yun nodded, took out his phone, and dialed the emergency number.

Soon, Security Officers arrived and took Wang Mingzhi and the others away.

In the private room, only Jiangnan and Murong Wan remained.

Murong Wan looked at Jiangnan, her eyes full of worship and affection.

She knew she had fallen in love with an extraordinary man.

A true powerhouse, a man she could rely on.

"Mr. Jiang, are you... really the boss of Di Jiang Group?"

Murong Wan asked softly, her voice trembling slightly.

She was excited, and could not believe it.

She actually knew the boss of Jiangnan Group!

This person was still Jiangnan, whom she liked very much.

Murong Wan felt grateful, Heaven had not been hard on her!

Murong Wan was still a bit incredulous, her eyes urgently looking at Jiangnan.

She wanted to ask, "Is all this real?"

Jiangnan nodded, a gentle smile appearing on his face.

"Yes,"

"I am the boss of Di Jiang Group."

Tears glimmered in Murong Wan's eyes; she suddenly stepped forward and tightly embraced Jiangnan.

He truly is the boss of Jiangnan Group!

All of this is real!

The night was gentle, stars dotted the deep night sky.

Murong Wan nestled in Jiangnan's arms, feeling the warmth radiating from his chest.

She lifts her head, and happiness shines in her eyes.

"Jiangnan, thank you."

Her voice is gentle, carrying a hint of gratitude.

Jiangnan lowers his head, gazing at the beauty in his arms, and a rare trace of tenderness flashes in his eyes,

"From now on, no matter what difficulties arise, you don't have to bear them alone."

"Tell me, and I will help you solve it."

His voice is deep, bearing unquestionable authority.

Warmth wells up in Murong Wan's heart; she nods vigorously, and crystal-like tears sparkle in her eyes.

"Hmm!"

Her voice is choked, tinged with excitement. Jiangnan lifts her out of the private room and into the suite to rest.

Upon arriving at the suite, Murong Wan suddenly feels a wave of dizziness, her body goes limp, and she nearly collapses.

Jiangnan's eyes sharp and hands swift, he grabs her into his arms in one motion.

He feels the body in his arms scorching hot, like a furnace.

Murong Wan clings tightly to Jiangnan, seeming utterly uncomfortable.

Beads of hot sweat appear on her forehead, her gaze is hazy, breathing rapid.

"Jiangnan, I... I feel terrible..."

Her voice is somewhat weak, tinged with pain.

Jiangnan furrows his brows, grasps Murong Wan's wrist, and a surge of true qi penetrates her body.

He discovers there is no sign of poison in Murong Wan's body; instead, a strange force roams wildly within her.

This force is extremely yang and rigid, overwhelmingly domineering, continuously striking Murong Wan's meridians.

Jiangnan's complexion changes; he finally understands why Murong Wan is like this.

It's not poison at all, but a potent tonic. Yet, as the saying goes, excess is as harmful as deficiency; once overdosed, the consequences are severe. Clearly, the medicinal potency inside Murong Wan is excessive; she must release it, or endless complications will follow.

"Wan'er, you..."

Before Jiangnan can finish speaking, Murong Wan is already weak, about to collapse.

Her body trembles with discomfort, but she still endures with great effort.

"Jiangnan, I feel terrible..."

Her voice carries a sob, full of helplessness.

Jiangnan is anxious; this tonic is overly restorative, and overdosing can harm the body.

"Wan'er, bear with it a little longer, I'll help you..."

Jiangnan intends to channel his energy to force that power out of Murong Wan's body.

"No, I don't want to!"

Her voice has a hint of sobbing, and is also a bit willful.

"I feel terrible, Jiangnan, please help me!"

Jiangnan only feels a surge of hot blood rushing to his temples; he can no longer control himself.

He lowers his head and kisses Murong Wan's red lips.

This kiss, like dry wood meeting flame, instantly ignites both bodies.

Jiangnan lifts Murong Wan and walks toward the soft, large bed in the center of the room.

The night deepens, and the room is filled with spring-like vitality.

……

A sleepless night,

Morning light pierces the sheer curtains, spilling into the room.

The light falls on the soft bed, outlining the silhouette of the two embracing.

In Jiangnan's arms, Murong Wan's long hair cascades, covering half of her delicate face.

Her skin is whiter than snow, as delicate as porcelain, with a faint pink glow.

Her long lashes flutter slightly, like butterfly wings.

Jiangnan gazes at the one in his arms, his eyes complex.

He gently strokes Murong Wan's supple long hair, feeling a silky sensation at his fingertips.

A faint fragrance lingers at his nose, refreshing the heart.

Recalling last night's frenzy, Jiangnan feels a strange emotion rise within him.

Since his divorce, he has kept a pure, desireless life, never having touched a woman.

Last night, on a sudden impulse, he actually made love with Murong Wan.

He originally thought he would regret it,

but at this moment, he feels no such negative emotions.

On the contrary, he feels an unprecedented calm and satisfaction.

Perhaps this is fate.

Between him and Murong Wan, it was destined long ago.

He no longer struggles, no longer resists.

He accepts everything, letting nature take its course.

Murong Wan's lashes tremble as she slowly opens her eyes.

Her gaze is hazy, with a hint of drowsiness, but when she sees the person before her, her eyes instantly clear.

They... they last night...