Chapter Nine: The Truth Finally Revealed

“Damn! He ran away?!” Duan Fei’s eyes widened in disbelief as she stared in the direction where the witness had vanished, her entire being sinking into despair. This plot twist was even more absurd than the most melodramatic idol dramas she had ever chased.

Bei Mo’s face turned ashen, exuding a chilling aura that seemed to freeze the air around him instantly. His thin lips pressed tightly together, his gaze sharp as a blade. Gritting his teeth, he spat out two words: “Chase! Find him!”

Yet, the witness had seemingly evaporated into thin air. Despite Bei Mo deploying all available resources, no trace could be found.

In the days that followed, Bei Mo and Duan Fei scoured the entire city, turning it upside down, but came up empty-handed.

In the office, the ashtray overflowed with cigarette butts, the air thick with tension and unease. Duan Fei anxiously ran her fingers through her hair, feeling as if she might go bald from stress.

“What on earth is going on? Are we playing hide-and-seek?” she muttered irritably.

Bei Mo rubbed his brow, forcing himself to remain calm. He reviewed the entire incident repeatedly, searching for any overlooked detail.

Suddenly, his eyes fixed on a bank transaction record. An inconspicuous name caught his attention—Li Hua, the bank manager.

“Su Yao, prepare the car. We’re heading to the bank.”

Inside the bank manager’s office, Li Hua sat upright, wearing a false smile.

“Mr. Bei’s esteemed presence truly honors us!”

“Cut the crap,” Bei Mo said coldly. “Tell me exactly what you’ve done.”

Feigning composure, Li Hua replied, “Mr. Bei, what do you mean? I don’t understand.”

Bei Mo sneered, tossing a document onto the desk before Li Hua.

“Take a look. This is evidence of your bribery.”

Li Hua’s face turned pale in an instant, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. Trembling, he picked up the file, his eyes fixed on the transaction records as if his soul had been drained.

“I... I...” Li Hua stammered, eyes darting nervously, avoiding Bei Mo’s gaze.

Bei Mo pressed on relentlessly, voice sharp, “Who ordered you to do this?”

Li Hua trembled violently, lips quivering. Finally, deflated like a punctured balloon, he slumped into his chair and uttered in near despair, “It was... it was...”

With shaking lips, he revealed a name: “Wang Qiang, the representative of the project partner!”

Duan Fei paced anxiously in the office, her high heels clicking sharply against the floor. She felt like an ant on a hot pan, utterly restless.

Lately, rumors had spread like wildfire in the company. She had gone from the envied heiress of the Duan family to the subject of scorn and ridicule.

She kept recalling every moment she had spent at the company; her former confidence and pride had vanished, replaced by deep self-doubt.

“Am I really this useless? Did I truly screw everything up?” she cried, covering her face as tears slipped through her fingers.

Once Bei Mo uncovered the truth, he acted swiftly, gathering evidence of Wang Qiang’s bribery and exposing it publicly.

The uproar was overwhelming. Those who had mocked Duan Fei now fell silent, some even flattering her.

Duan Fei watched those who once wished her failure bow their heads submissively, a sense of accomplishment swelling within her.

“Fortunes change; never underestimate a girl’s resilience!” she thought boldly.

The project was restarted, and Duan Fei became the company’s heroine. She proved her capability with strength, delivering a crushing blow to her doubters.

With the crisis averted, Duan Fei and Bei Mo returned home.

Exhausted, Duan Fei collapsed onto the sofa, sighing in relief.

“It’s finally over!”

Bei Mo approached her, gently pulling her into his arms. “You’ve worked hard.”

Nestling in his warmth, Duan Fei finally relaxed her tense nerves. She looked up into Bei Mo’s deep eyes and whispered, “Thank you for always believing in me.”

Bei Mo smiled tenderly, leaning down to kiss her forehead.

“Fool, you’re my wife. If I don’t believe you, who else would I trust?”

Their embrace was warm and sweet, yet beneath the calm surface, a new crisis was quietly brewing.

“In charge, that Bei Mo guy is tough to handle! What should we do?” Zhao Hu hissed through gritted teeth in a dimly lit room.

Having weathered this storm together, Duan Fei and Bei Mo’s relationship skyrocketed like a rocket, sparking envy among all the singletons nearby.

Their romance was so radiant it could blind onlookers.

Duan Fei gazed at Bei Mo with stars in her eyes; Bei Mo returned the look with equal affection. The air was thick with the scent of young love.

“Wife, you’ve worked hard,” Bei Mo said softly, stroking Duan Fei’s head with a sweetness that could drip honey.

“Husband, you’ve worked hard too,” Duan Fei murmured, cuddling closer, feeling as though she had fallen into a honey jar.

But happiness was short-lived. Before the warmth could fully settle, Bei Mo received a call.

“What? Investment failure? Impossible!” Bei Mo’s face darkened to the color of soot, and Duan Fei sensed trouble brewing once again.

“What’s happened?” she asked anxiously.

“There’s a problem with the overseas investment. I need to handle it immediately,” Bei Mo said gravely, brow furrowed.

“I’m coming with you!” Duan Fei declared without hesitation.

“No, it’s too dangerous this time. Stay home and wait for me,” Bei Mo firmly refused. He didn’t want her caught up in the crisis.

“But...” Duan Fei began, but Bei Mo cut her off.

“Be good. Wait for me at home. I’ll be back soon.” He kissed her forehead gently before turning to leave.

Watching his departing figure, Duan Fei’s heart filled with worry and unease.

She had a persistent feeling that this matter was far from simple—a sense of foreboding hung over her.

Days later, Duan Fei received a mysterious phone call.