Chapter 27: Bloodthirsty and Possessive—A Battle to the Death

"I want their milk tea shop to go bankrupt and lose everything!"

Tang Xiwei clung to Liu Feng's arm, pleading coquettishly, "Darling, please? Didn't your family say you're one of the top ten restaurant giants in Hangzhou? Show them what you're capable of."

Liu Feng's vanity was instantly sparked. He patted his chest, taking everything upon himself.

"Don't worry. If he dares to open that shop, he's as good as dead. I guarantee he'll not only go bankrupt but end up saddled with debt!"

"Darling, you're so wonderful." Tang Xiwei kissed Liu Feng's cheek, making him feel immensely pleased.

But at the same time, he was thinking that once Chen Luo's milk tea shop was destroyed, he'd seize the opportunity to win over that adorable bear girl too; he'd been coveting her for a long time.

"Come on, let's buy you another outfit. In a few days, I want you to come with me to a gathering of some big shots. We can't afford to be embarrassed."

The moment she heard the words "big shots," Tang Xiwei's eyes sparkled.

Anyone Liu Feng called a big shot had to be among Hangzhou's most elite second-generation heirs. If she could snare someone like that, she really would turn from sparrow to phoenix.

"Darling, who are these big shots?" Tang Xiwei gazed at him with exaggerated admiration, trying to coax out the answer.

"This particular big shot is something else. He's not just Hangzhou nobility—he's from one of the top families in the capital. The fifth young master of the Wen family, Wen Xiu."

"Wen... Xiu." Tang Xiwei's eyes glimmered with ambition as she memorized the name.

...

"Venture Capital Department! Buy up shares of Second Miss Wen Ning's real estate company in bulk, then sell them off during the final trading window today."

"News Department, before midnight, push the story about Third Young Master Wen Min's auction house selling multiple counterfeits to the top of the trending list."

"Tell the Tech Department: crash Fourth Young Master Wen Feng's internet servers before midnight tonight. Triple bonuses for everyone if you succeed. If not, pack up and get out!"

In Hangzhou's Chongli Tower, Wen Wan sat in her office issuing orders like a commanding general entrenched in her war tent.

Each command was crisp and concise, yet every department head who received them felt their blood surge with excitement.

"She's back! After two years, the undefeated General Wen has finally returned!"

Everyone could barely contain their excitement. These department heads were Wen Wan's loyal old guard, personally cultivated and promoted by her.

From the moment she entered the business world at eighteen, Wen Wan had slowly gathered the finest talent, building an astonishing commercial empire in just four years, with operations in most major cities and across dozens of industries.

She gave them the best benefits, the stage to fully display their talents, and the most secure rear support. For her, they were willing to give everything—even their lives.

Now, they were pitting one company against the commercial empire of nearly half the Wen family in the capital.

Anyone else would have been terrified by such odds, but they were completely at ease. Some even sat together joking.

"Old Zhang, how long do you think Fourth Young Master's company's firewall can last against me?"

"Hey, Old Li, if you take more than six hours, I'll laugh at you for half a year. Hurry up, I've got a news draft to write—if I can't ruin that auction house's reputation, I'll write my name backward."

"Hey, Sister Liu, why is your Venture Capital Department so quiet? Everyone slacking off?"

"Slacking off? We just finished acquiring shares in Second Miss's company—we've secured at least 23 percent, making us the second largest shareholder now."

"Guess what—if I dump all these shares soon, will their stock price evaporate by more than half?"

Amid their banter, they'd already executed most of their plan to strike at several Wen family heirs. As for possible retaliation, they weren't worried at all.

The reason was simple: their leader, Wen Wan, had led them through countless battles over the years and had never lost—not once.

Wen Wan sat at her desk, watching the progress and feedback of various plans on her computer screen. Mo Lan stood nearby, occasionally offering supplementary information.

The entire operation took only an hour and a half to complete most of it.

The final results: Second Miss Wen Ning's real estate company saw its stock price evaporate by 15 percent, a loss of three hundred million.

Third Young Master Wen Min's auction house was forced to halt today's auction due to a counterfeit scandal, leaving over one hundred million in unsold items.

Fourth Young Master Wen Feng's websites and gaming servers were hacked and unable to be repaired in the short term, with losses exceeding ten million.

"Mo Lan, inform Finance that tomorrow every employee in the three departments will receive extra bonuses."

After finishing, Wen Wan glanced at the phone on her desk, her eyes cold and sharp.

"They must be getting restless. Let's see who loses their composure first."

"Bzz! Bzz! Bzz!"

Her phone vibrated, the caller ID displaying two characters: Wen Min.

"Ah? It's him. Not surprising—Wen Min is exactly the type to pull such dirty tricks."

She slid her finger gently across the screen, switched to speaker, and was met with a furious roar.

"Wen Wan! What are you doing? I've never offended you! Why are you spreading rumors about my auction house? I know it’s your people behind this! Do you have any idea how much I lost—an entire hundred million in unsold collectibles!"

"You haven't offended me, but do you remember what you did to a child six years ago?"

At the mention of six years ago, Wen Min's angry voice abruptly fell silent.

"Your scheming hasn't changed a bit. Well, you’ve already given me your answer. There's nothing more to say."

"In three days, we go to war. No quarter, no surrender."

"Wait! Sister, don't be rash. We can still talk—I can..."

The call was cut off by a series of beeps.

Wen Wan glanced at Mo Lan.

"All right, President Wen. I'll take care of it right away. You don't need to worry."

"Good. Let's go get the car. We're heading home."

...

Hangzhou, two hours later, Imperial Mansion.

"Sir, I really know the lady of Villa One. I'm her boyfriend—just let me in."

"Young man, you look promising, but why are you always trying to take shortcuts? Work hard; don't keep dreaming about being kept by a rich woman."

Chen Luo looked helplessly at the security guard of Imperial Mansion. Why did no one believe him when he told the truth?

He'd arrived an hour ago, but had been stopped by this guard. Wen Wan wasn't answering her phone, and he couldn't get in no matter what he tried.

Just as he was about to speak again, the guard's expression suddenly changed. He snapped to attention and saluted, "Welcome home, owner!"

The barrier at the gate slowly lifted. Chen Luo turned around and saw a Rolls-Royce about to enter, with Mo Lan at the wheel.

In his urgency, Chen Luo didn't have time to think. He dashed in front of the Rolls-Royce.

"Wen Wan! Don't leave, I..."

"Bang!"