Rebirth at the Start: This Fate is Too Explosive!

Chapter 531 From the financial battlefield to the love battlefield, ammunition is exhausted.

"President An." Assistant Zhang Lu's voice, tinged with barely perceptible urgency, interrupted her thoughts.

She walked quickly closer, her gaze sweeping over the data stream flashing on the tablet screen:

"We just observed that the mysterious force that had been competing with us for shares has suddenly stopped completely. On the market now, apart from our own buybacks at the limit down price, there are basically no large-scale purchases."

An Qi raised an eyebrow almost imperceptibly, a hint of expected understanding flashing across her expression: "Stopped?"

She gave a light snort, a cold smile curving her lips, as if she knew exactly what her prey had to offer: "It seems that while their appetite is astonishing, their ammunition depot has ultimately been emptied."

She turned gracefully and walked to the small bar counter to the side, where she poured herself half a glass of clear ice water.

The ice cubes made a crisp sound as they hit the glass.

She took a sip, the cool liquid sliding down her throat, dispelling the slight restlessness brought on by her mysterious adversary. Her eyes were thoughtful.

"When the whole city was condemning Jiangning Pharmaceutical as a 'poison manufacturer' and avoiding it like the plague, the other party actually had the audacity to withstand the immense pressure of consecutive limit-down days and buy up so many shares..."

She put down her water glass and tapped the table lightly with her fingertips:

"Such penetrating insight and near-desperate courage are probably rare even in the entire city of Jinling. Zhang Lu, haven't you uncovered the other side's true strength yet?"

Zhang Lu bowed slightly, his expression becoming even more serious.

"We've already utilized all our connections within the regulatory bodies and major securities firms for a thorough investigation. The other party's methods are extremely sophisticated and professional, using multiple meticulously designed private accounts to cross-enter the market, layering them to conceal the source of funds. However..."

Her tone was firm:

"As long as leveraged financing is used, the flow of funds will inevitably leave clues. By tomorrow morning at the latest, a detailed investigation report will be on your desk."

Upon hearing this, a rare glint of interest flashed in the depths of An Qi's beautiful eyes, which were always filled with icy coldness, and the curve of her lips became even clearer and more meaningful.

She was really looking forward to it.

In this cruel game of capital and human nature, who exactly is the opponent that An Qi feels is so real of threat?

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At the same time, the atmosphere in the trading room of Hongdou Building was completely different from the tense calculations on the top floor of Jiangning Pharmaceutical.

Despite Ye Fan issuing the order for a paid extended leave, Shen Jun and Yang Bin, two "market maniacs" who had been immersed in the market for many years, simply couldn't stay idle.

At this moment, the two of them were sprawled out on the large ergonomic chairs without any regard for their image, with a full set of exquisite afternoon tea snacks in front of them—from freshly baked scones to chilled mango pomelo sago.

While leisurely browsing the still glaringly green candlestick chart of Jiangning Pharmaceutical, they casually recounted the thrilling, billion-dollar "blitzkrieg" they had just witnessed.

The air was filled with the aroma of coffee and a sense of relief, as if one had survived a disaster.

For them, the review and relaxation after this "battle" is far more fascinating than any simple vacation, like a warrior polishing his beloved weapon and savoring the taste of victory.

Seeing this, Ye Fan simply smiled knowingly and said nothing more.

Knowing the two men's temperaments well, he gave them a few perfunctory instructions such as "Take care and get some rest, safety first," then picked up his coat from the back of his chair and walked calmly out of the office.

Downstairs, Old Li had been waiting for a long time in his understated black Maybach.

The vehicle smoothly passed through the bustling downtown area and finally stopped at the entrance of the tranquil Jiangnan Jiuxu residential community.

"Boss, shall I head back to the Red Bean Building now?" Old Li lowered the car window and bowed slightly respectfully to ask for permission.

"Yes," Ye Fan nodded, his voice gentle, "Miao Zi might be busy for a while, so please take good care of her schedule."

Although Wu Shaojie was extremely efficient, all three top-of-the-line luxury cars (including the Bentley Flying Spur provided for Miao Zi) were in place and even parked securely in the exclusive garage of Jiangwan City.

However, Miao Zi has been busy with massive financial planning and fund allocation these past few days, and still habitually chooses to ride in Lao Li's familiar and reliable car.

Ye Fan was happy to let Lao Li, this experienced and loyal "chief steward," continue to play this role.

These two days happen to be Chen Wanyu's vacation time.

This gentle and thoughtful woman has been exercising with Ye Fan these past few days, and she's definitely exhausted.

Ye Fan walked into the Jiangnan Jiuxu residential area with ease.

The afternoon sun was just right, casting dappled golden light through the carefully arranged greenery in the community, and the air was filled with the fresh scent of grass and trees.

He walked briskly toward the high-rise building where Chen Wanyu was, and with a light touch on the elevator button, pressed the floor number that was already etched in his mind.

The elevator doors slid open silently and closed gently.

As the floor numbers steadily and regularly increased, Ye Fan's mind seemed to be cleansed by the tranquil space, quickly withdrawing from the fierce financial battleground filled with billions and smoke.

A long-lost, warm and tender feeling is quietly returning, enveloping him.

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When Ye Fan pushed open the door and entered, he seemed to still carry the lingering sharpness and intense excitement from his retreat from the billion-dollar financial battlefield.

This intense mental turmoil and tension, like a fully drawn bowstring, desperately needs a passionate yet private outlet to release.

My gaze fell on the soft bed—Chen Wanyu was fast asleep, her skin as smooth and warm as delicate white porcelain in the dim light, her breathing even and long, creating a reassuring tranquility.

Without the slightest hesitation, Ye Fan bent down and gently yet forcefully awakened this sleeping tranquility with his calloused fingertips and burning breath.

"Hmm..." Chen Wanyu's eyelashes trembled slightly as she opened her eyes drowsily.

The moment she recognized Ye Fan, her still sleepy eyes suddenly lit up with a dazzling, star-like light of surprise. Without the slightest hesitation, she nestled against his neck like a fledgling returning to its nest, expressing her longing through her actions.

Ye Fan chuckled softly, then casually wrapped his arm around her slender waist, his arm muscles bulging, and with a slight effort, he lifted her steadily and strode towards the spacious bathroom, where the steam seemed to be waiting...

It lasted all night.

Time flew by amidst the rising steam, rapid breathing, and the desperate, lingering demands.

Except for a quick and simple dinner when hunger drove them along the way, they spent almost all their remaining time immersed in this tireless, sweat-drenched storm of passion.

It wasn't until 3 a.m. the next day, when the neon lights of the bustling city outside the floor-to-ceiling windows began to dim and the stars in the sky disappeared, that the two of them finally fell into a deep sleep, exhausted both physically and mentally.

Before plunging into darkness, a self-deprecating thought flashed through Ye Fan's mind: This time, the "ammunition depot" was truly empty.

Chen Wanyu in his arms was completely limp, unable to lift even a fingertip. Her breathing was so deep that it seemed she was about to fall into eternal sleep. Every inch of her skin spoke of the exhaustion of being completely conquered.

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