Chapter 63: If Chen Luoruo loses a single hair, I’ll have your life

"Wen Wan! Is she out of her mind?"
"The Third is the one she has a grudge with—what does this have to do with me?"
Wen Xiu was utterly dumbfounded. What on earth was happening? Weren't they supposed to be fighting with the Third right now? Why was she coming after him instead?
Zhang Xiu's face was slick with cold sweat as he stared at the tablet in his hand.
"Young Master Wen, according to reports from Hangcheng, the city is in the midst of a massive crackdown on organized crime, and they're investigating a kidnapping."
"A kidnapping?" Wen Xiu caught the key word. "Who was kidnapped? Don't tell me someone dared to snatch Zhang Pengyuan's son?"
"No, Young Master Wen. The victim's name is Chen Luo."
"Shit!"
With a crash, Wen Xiu's wine glass smashed to pieces on the floor.
"Damn it! Tell Tang Xiwei to bring the person here—she's stirred up the entire city! Is that brainless woman out of her mind?"
Wen Xiu was seething with fury, his eyes practically spitting fire.
"It seems Chen Luo is more than just Wen Wan's lover—she's truly fallen for him!"
"This can't go on. I can't just sit here and take it. Zhang Xiu, call Wen Wan for me. I need to explain everything!"
Frantically, Zhang Xiu fumbled for the phone in his bag. As Wen Xiu's trusted aide and secretary, he always managed the calls, filtering out unnecessary interruptions.
Ding! Ding!
A message notification sounded. Zhang Xiu immediately opened it. The message was brief—just one sentence:
I'll be in Ning City in an hour. If Chen Luo so much as loses a hair, you're dead.
Though her tone was calm, Zhang Xiu broke out in a cold sweat and hurriedly showed it to Wen Xiu.
After reading it, Wen Xiu felt he was about to lose his mind.
"Crazy woman! All this for a man? Is it worth it?"
"Goddamn it! I'm taking the bullet for the Third!"
Wen Xiu, ever the strategist as a direct descendant of the Wen family, quickly realized why the pressure on the Third in the capital had suddenly vanished.
So Wen Wan had diverted all her forces to target him instead!
Wen Xiu immediately called Tang Xiwei again, urgently instructing her not to harm so much as a single hair on Chen Luo's head.

After the call, Wen Xiu paced anxiously around the hall, racking his brain for his next move.
He was already at a disadvantage in terms of power and resources compared to Wen Wan, and after his previous defeat in Hangcheng, his losses were even greater. Now he was no match for her at all.
If Wen Wan really struck with overwhelming force, he would have no place to bury his bones. Only one person could protect him now!
"Zhang Xiu! Call Wen Wan's assistant right now! Tell her that Chen Luo is unharmed and that she must stand down! Otherwise, I'll kill the hostage!"
"Order all our businesses to adopt a defensive posture. No counterattacks, no rash moves from anyone!"
"Go now! I need to make a call!"
Zhang Xiu rushed out to carry out the orders, while Wen Xiu slipped into a room and carefully locked the door behind him.
He took out his phone and scrolled through his contacts, his eyes landing instantly on that one name.
His whole body trembled, even his teeth chattering as he stared at it.
If this wasn't a matter of life and death, he would never want to hear that person's voice.
This was a sentiment shared by every direct descendant of the Wen family—even the eldest brother and Wen Wan herself.
Taking several deep breaths to steady his nerves, Wen Xiu pressed the call button.
Beep... Beep...
"Hello, who is this?"
Hearing that voice on the phone, Wen Xiu nearly collapsed to his knees. He summoned all his courage to speak.
"Father, it's Wen Xiu. I have something to report."
"Hmm? What is it?"
"Wen Wan is going to war with me over a man. She's already made her move."
"In an hour, she'll be at my place. Father, I await your instructions on how to handle this."
After he finished, the phone went silent for over ten seconds. Those seconds felt like an eternity, cold sweat pouring down Wen Xiu's forehead.
Would his father blame and punish him? Wen Wan had been the family's favorite for years, and if his father favored her and used him as a whetstone for her rise, what then?
A thousand guesses flashed through his mind in those brief moments, but none of them boded well for him.
"I understand. My men will arrive at your place in an hour."
With that, the call ended. Wen Xiu sank to the floor, drenched in cold sweat, gasping for breath.

"Damn it, Wen Wan! If not for you, I wouldn't be forced to contact that old devil!"
He cursed her for a while, needing half an hour to calm himself. When he finally opened the door, he saw Zhang Xiu's anxious face.
"Young Master Wen, Sixth Miss has already entered Ning City's downtown. What should we do?"
"Gather all our elite guards and bodyguards at the villa in the west of the city! If that madwoman loses control, we need at least a fighting chance!"
"Yes, sir!"
...
Ning City, Welcome Avenue.
A fleet of ten Maybachs sped forward in perfect formation, running red light after red light toward the city's western district.
Strangely, not a single traffic officer interfered, and every surveillance camera seemed to deliberately avoid recording the convoy.
Every governmental department and underworld force in Ning City fell completely silent that night.
This was all because Zhang Pengyuan, Party Secretary of Hangcheng, had called Meng De, the Party Secretary of Ning City. The two were political allies and old friends. Zhang Pengyuan's message was simple:
"Whatever happens tonight, don't ask, don't interfere. If you value your position or your life, see nothing, hear nothing!"
Hearing such a warning from someone he regarded as an elder brother, Meng De gave immediate orders—no one was to act rashly.
From the government building, Meng De watched the convoy head toward the west and sighed.
"Thunderous and unstoppable—Miss Wen, the sixth daughter of the Wen family, truly is a heroine of her generation!"
About fifteen minutes later, Wen Wan's motorcade stopped in front of the villa.
Countless bodyguards and attendants in black poured out, arming themselves and forming a formidable line of defense at the gate.
Click!
Wen Wan stepped out slowly. Her blood-red gown shimmered with lethal intent, like armor forged in a hundred battles.
"Wen Xiu! Come out!"
"Return Chen Luo to me, or by sundown not a soul in this villa will be left alive!"