The night had deepened.
In a warehouse on the outskirts of Strait City, screams were emanating from within.
Three men were bound and hung from the ceiling of the warehouse, naked and covered in wounds. Beside them stood several expressionless men in suits.
"I confess, I confess, all I did was arranged by the eldest young master!"
"Second young master, spare us, we dare not anymore!"
The bound individuals pleaded desperately to the person standing directly in front of them.
Who would have thought that these tough guys, who had done many unspeakable deeds for Lin Zhixing, the former chairman of the Lin Group, would now be so pathetic?
"Why do you only confess when I resort to violence?"
Lin Zhimign felt somewhat helpless as he spoke, sitting right in front of the three men, legs crossed casually, his face cold yet slightly authoritative.
At 28, Lin Zhimign bore a maturity that belied his age.
Such a Lin Zhimign had already shattered the perceptions of the three men before him.
Before today, they always thought this incredibly handsome second young master of the Lin family was a weak and incompetent pushover.
In fact, many people in Strait City also considered Lin Zhimign to be a softie, someone who wouldn't fight back or retaliate when insulted.
Who would have thought that such a coward would personally send his brother, the chairman of the Lin Group, to prison, while also causing the entire Lin Group to teeter on the brink of bankruptcy?
"People are just stubborn; they won't give in until their bones are broken," said a middle-aged man standing beside Lin Zhimign.
"Dong Jian, you're so cruel! We are all the eldest young master's subordinates!" one of the three exclaimed emotionally.
"Then let's break their bones. I hope to get something more valuable," Lin Zhimign said with a faint smile.
Thus, the suited henchmen once again picked up their weapons and began to beat the three men.
The ground was already stained with splattered blood.
Lin Zhimign calmly raised his right hand, extending his middle and index fingers.
Dong Jian skillfully placed a cigarette between Lin Zhimign's fingers and lit it.
Lin Zhimign smoked, leaning back in his chair, and softly said, "The most beautiful song in the world is the lament of an enemy, don't you think?"
"Yes!" Dong Jian nodded, showing no sympathy for the tragic situation of the three men; they had done too many things that enraged both heaven and earth, and now, it was merely retribution.
As for that so-called eldest young master...
Dong Jian sneered, thinking of how the conceited rich boy had committed countless sins and was now awaiting legal judgment in prison, probably never imagining that his weak and timid brother had grown into a tycoon behind his back!
After a long while, the three bound men spilled some heavy dirt about Lin Zhixing's wrongdoings.
Lin Zhimign finished his cigarette at this moment, stubbing it out, and said to Dong Jian, "That woman has been actively lobbying at the higher levels, hoping to keep the sentence to a suspended one. With these things, I guess he'll never get out of jail in this lifetime, right?"
"Then why not just kill him off?" Dong Jian suggested.
Lin Zhimign fell silent for a moment, then said, "The most painful thing for a person is not ending their life but making them live and watch as everything they once owned is taken away by the person they despised the most. My grudge with him isn't something that can be settled by mere death. I... want him to suffer more than death."
Lin Zhimign spoke with incredible calmness, as if he was talking about having a meal, but the content of his words sent chills down people's spines.
The three, already tortured to the point of collapse, could no longer suppress their inner terror at this moment. One of them trembled and said, "Second young master, after all, the eldest young master is your brother and has treated you well. How can you treat him this way?"
"Blood brothers? Treated me well?" Lin Zhimign looked at him and laughed coldly, saying, "If it weren't for my father's protection and if it weren't for my utmost efforts to play the role of an incompetent second young master of the Lin family over the years, this so-called blood brother would have sent me to see our ancestors long ago. For the sake of the Lin family, I chose to endure in silence, but what I never expected was that in the end, he and that woman would actually harm my father! Overthrowing Lin Zhixing is just the first step. The hatred for killing my father is unforgivable. One day, everyone will pay for what happened three years ago! Everyone, none shall escape!!"
As he spoke, a terrifying murderous intent erupted from Lin Zhimign's eyes, and a powerful pressure burst forth from his body.
Both Lin Zhimign's subordinates and the bound men felt an overwhelming sense of suffocation.
At this moment, those bound men truly realized that the second young master of the Lin family was not a weak and incompetent person at all!
He was definitely a demon who devoured humans!
The facade of weakness and incompetence was merely his disguise!
Ding Ling Ling. Lin Zhimign's phone suddenly rang.
Lin Zhimign glanced at his phone and the murderous intent around him instantly dissipated.
"Hey, Jingjing." Lin Zhimign said softly into the phone.
"It's quite late; I'm getting ready for bed." A woman's voice came from the other end of the line, neither cold nor warm but rather plain, like water without any added flavor.
"Mm, okay, I'll be home right away." Lin Zhimign replied as usual.
After hearing this, the person on the other end of the call hung up, and Lin Zhimign put his phone away.
"Is that the young lady?" Dong Jian asked beside him.
"Yeah!" Lin Zhimign nodded.
"Young Master, the person you've owed the most to during your years in hiding is undoubtedly the young lady who has been kept in the dark!" Dong Jian said.
"Mm..." Lin Zhimign nodded, saying, "Yao Jing is a businesswoman famous throughout Strait City, the most beautiful rose with thorns. Our marriage was the biggest joke in Strait City four years ago. I thought at most she would not be able to stand it and leave me within a year, but unexpectedly, she has persisted for four years and has also been ridiculed for four years."
"So what do you plan to do?" Dong Jian asked.
"I've been lying low for three years, rising to prominence overnight. That woman and her family behind her surely won't sit idly by. The road ahead is treacherous; there's no need to let her bear this risk. I think it's time for us to get a divorce!" Lin Zhimign said earnestly.
"Will the young lady agree?" Dong Jian frowned.
"These four years haven't been easy for her; perhaps she's also waiting for me to take the initiative. After all, no one likes a coward, especially not a strong woman like her." Lin Zhimign said with a touch of melancholy. The night grew deeper.
Strait City Jingyuan Community B1002.
Lin Zhimign pushed open the door to his home.
A gentle breeze wafted from inside as he entered; sitting on the sofa in the living room was a woman, typing something on her computer.
This was Yao Jing, the woman who had been Lin Zhimign's wife for four years.
Yao Jing was a woman whose beauty could topple kingdoms.
If you don't know what the four great beauties of ancient times looked like, then just one look at Yao Jing would tell you that so-called beauties pale in comparison.
Yao Jing was 1.7 meters tall, a height that was slightly tall but not oppressive to men.
She had never weighed more than 95 nor less than 90 kilograms; this combination of height and weight was the golden ratio.
She had long, smooth hair and beautiful big eyes.
Her thin lips were never touched by lip gloss at home, yet they were abnormally rosy, making one unable to resist wanting to kiss them.
Wearing a slightly low-cut dress revealed her pristine neck and collarbones fully.
The silk睡衣was slightly loose but still couldn't hide her perfect figure curves.
Well-versed in yoga, whether it was her chest, waist, or hips, Yao Jing possessed the perfect golden ratio and could unlock any high-difficulty poses.
When Yao Jing first appeared in the business world in her early twenties, she caught the attention of countless people.
It was said that her suitors could circle Strait City.
Therefore, when Yao Jing married Lin Zhimign four years ago, every man's heart in Strait City was broken, while every woman celebrated as if it were New Year.
What could be more delightful than a stunning beauty marrying a weak and useless man?
During these four years, countless people took pleasure in their misfortune, and even more spread rumors about Yao Jing's affairs with other men.
After all, Lin Zhimign was such a weak man; nobody believed that Yao Jing would willingly become Lin Zhimign's woman.
Lin Zhimign walked over and sat down beside Yao Jing.
"Jingjing, my elder brother... he was arrested." Lin Zhimign hesitated for a moment before cautiously speaking.
"Hmm?" Yao Jing stared at the computer screen without saying much.
"I heard that the Lin family is in turmoil and will soon face huge fines and compensations; I guess bankruptcy is not far off," Lin Zhimign continued.
"And then?" Yao Jing stopped what she was doing and looked at Lin Zhimign calmly. "And... I was thinking, four years ago when you were married off to me by the Yao family, I knew it wasn't because of any affection between us but because the Yao family wanted to cling onto the Lin family. Now... the Lin family is no longer doing well and holds little value for the Yao family, so you... can actually leave me now. I understand these four years haven't been easy for you; rest assured, I'll tell people I initiated the divorce... It won't affect you." As Lin Zhimign spoke, he carefully watched Yao Jing's face.
"Finished?" Yao Jing asked calmly.
Lin Zhimign nodded.
"Go back to the room and sleep. I still have some things to finish," Yao Jing said.
"Then about the divorce?" Lin Zhimign looked at Yao Jing puzzled.
"As long as I am your wife for a day, I will be your wife for life; even if I grow old beside you, I will never divorce,"
Yao Jing declared before waving her hand dismissively.
Yao Jing's words shocked Lin Zhimign.
He had thought the divorce would be a natural course of events but didn't expect Yao Jing to refuse so firmly.
Why? He and Yao Jing had no conjugal relations; they hadn't even slept together. Why wouldn't Yao Jing divorce him? Lin Zhimign glanced at Yao Jing and after a moment of silence, got up and walked back to his room.