"Pervert, you pervert! I'll kill you, kill you!"

At dusk, inside a villa on the east side of Lijing Garden, a woman was incessantly screaming in the bathroom.

The woman was very beautiful, with fair skin, and beautiful features, her hair cascading like a waterfall. But what was bewildering was that she was repeatedly striking the man opposite her with a wooden stick as thick as an arm, producing pounding thuds that were chilling to the bone.

What was even more unbelievable was that the woman was no ordinary person. She was Lin Qingya, just twenty-three years old this year, not only the only daughter of Lin Zhiyuan, a famous entrepreneur from Chunjiang City, but also the current head of the Yafang Group, with assets exceeding ten billion. She was also the perfect woman in the hearts of countless men in Chunjiang City—an incomparably noble Ice and Snow Goddess.

Lin Qingya hitting someone? Probably only a few people in Chunjiang City would believe it if they heard it.

"Bang!"

Not knowing how many times she had hit him, with a heavy strike of the wooden stick to the man's head, the man finally fell to the ground, and the wooden stick slipped from Lin Qingya's hand, rolling away across the floor.

After the man fell, he didn't move again, as if he were dead.

After a brief moment of shock, Lin Qingya was astonished as she looked down at the man on the ground, then slowly squatted down and reached out with trembling fingers to touch his nose.

The man was no longer breathing, his body was becoming cold and stiff, and it was clear that he was already dead.

"I... I've killed someone. I've killed someone!"

Lin Qingya was shocked, standing there stunned, covering her mouth and nose, her face filled with astonishment as she looked at the man in front of her, her mind a total blank.

The incident had happened very suddenly, just a moment ago when Lin Qingya was about to finish bathing, the door to the bathroom was suddenly opened, and a man barged in from outside.

Frightened, Lin Qingya screamed and dodged, and in her panic, she grabbed the wooden stick beside her and began to fight back against the man. But what she had not expected was that she would end up killing him.

In fact, Lin Qingya knew this man. His name was Qin Hai, not just an ordinary employee of Yafang Group but also the posthumous son of one of her father Lin Zhiyuan's close friends, and even the fiancé her father had arranged for her.

Up to today, Qin Hai had been living in this villa for less than a week, a typical honest person, silent, hardworking, and uncomplaining. Over these days, he had barely said anything superfluous to Lin Qingya, he had even been afraid to look at her, but he'd kept the villa spotlessly clean.

Although Lin Qingya was unhappy with this arrangement made by her father, considering that Qin Hai's father had once saved Lin Zhiyuan's life and that Qin Hai seemed honest and without aggression, she had temporarily accepted it. However, what she had never expected was that this seemingly spineless man would dare to barge into the bathroom.

And what she had even less expected was that she would beat him to death!

Yes, she had beaten him to death.

Looking at Qin Hai lying motionless on the ground, Lin Qingya lost her composure, overwhelmed and out of sorts, her usual calm and self-possession had vanished without a trace, her mind in utter chaos.

"I've killed someone, I've become a murderer!" Lin Qingya murmured to herself, falling into an unprecedented state of panic.

Bang bang bang!

The sudden sound of someone knocking on the door startled Lin Qingya greatly. She scrambled up from the ground like a frightened bird, quickly blocking the bathroom door and holding her breath, fearful of letting anyone know there was someone inside the house.

To her dismay, the knocking continued and grew louder; someone was forcefully pounding on the villa's front door.

Lin Qingya was startled by the sudden knocking at the door, unable to imagine who would be knocking at this hour. She leaned against the bathroom door, gasping for breath in panic, her face pale and bloodless, her mind abuzz with frantic thoughts.

"Could it be the police, have they discovered I've killed someone?"

She was completely panicked, hiding behind the door, trembling as if she could already see a swarm of officers bursting in, cuffs gleaming, ready to arrest her.

After what felt like a few minutes, the knocking finally ceased, and Lin Qingya's tightly clenched heart gradually relaxed.

But just then, a voice came from outside the bathroom window, "Qingya, I know you're home, open the door quick!"

"Who, who's calling me?"

Just as Lin Qingya prepared to stand, she was so frightened that she fell back down onto the floor, curling herself into a ball. Not until the person outside spoke again did she recognize that it was He Wei, Chairman He's only son and the most persistent among her many admirers.

Relieved that it wasn't the police, Lin Qingya finally breathed a sigh of relief; however, the thought of He Wei being outside caused her new worries.

As far as Lin Qingya knew, He Wei was a spoiled second-generation rich kid who had been sent abroad by his father after committing a serious mistake, his moral character was extremely poor. She only endured his advances because of Chairman He's face; otherwise, based on He Wei's past actions, she wouldn't even glance at such a person.

He Wei's visit at this time was definitely not good news. If this despicable man found out she had just killed someone, he would undoubtedly use that as leverage over her — the consequences were unimaginable.

"What am I going to do, how do I handle this situation?" The thought of He Wei using this incident to blackmail her into doing vile things filled Lin Qingya with anxiety.

"Qingya, are you in some sort of trouble, I heard your voice just now! If you don't open the door, I'm going to kick it down!"

He Wei's words startled Lin Qingya, who quickly responded, "I... I'm fine. I'm taking a bath, just wait, I'll be out soon!"

It seemed she needed to find a way to get rid of He Wei first. Lin Qingya took a few deep breaths to calm herself, wrapped a towel around her body, and walked out of the bathroom.

Bang!

The bathroom door shut once again, and Lin Qingya would have never guessed that just as she stepped out, the very Qin Hai she thought she had killed was slowly opening his eyes.

"What kind of place is this?" Qin Hai, who was supposed to be dead, sat up on the floor, rubbing his forehead while muttering to himself in confusion, "Is this hell? Why does hell smell so good? Does hell use Head & Shoulders?"

Qin Hai clearly remembered pressing the remote bomb's button moments before, setting off hundreds of high-explosive bombs they had planted near the IN Organization's headquarters.

At that moment, he was surrounded by thousands of desperate IN Organization thugs, their gun barrels all aimed at him.

But amidst the deafening explosion, he saw the look of terror suddenly appearing on their faces. He laughed, he roared with laughter, having strived for seven years, he had finally eradicated this evil organization from the world himself. Even in death, he would die utterly contented, feeling satisfied.

What delighted him even more was that he had deceived all his brothers into leaving; not one stayed behind, they all survived.

Yet, why had he mysteriously appeared here in a blink of an eye?

Was that last moment just a dream?