Chapter 678: The calculations of the son of destiny, his mentality explodes!
Yu Guanxiong, the Second Young Master Yu, the Yu Family Second Young Master of Yanxia's Yu Clan, was a notorious troublemaker and a scion of a prominent family, vastly different from his outstanding elder brother, Yu Guanying, and his excellent younger sister, Yu Guannan.
But at this moment, inside a lavish, gold-leafed private suite atop a skyscraper overlooking Hangzhou, dozens of alluring beauties surrounded him like stars orbiting the moon. The air was thick with the cloying scent of a dozen different expensive perfumes, a suffocating mixture that failed to mask the desperation in their fawning smiles. They called him 'Young Master Yu' repeatedly, their voices honeyed and obsequious, their every action completely centered around him as if he were the sun itself.
Facing this suffocating sea of fawning beauties, Yu Guanxiong's expression was one of profound weariness. He leaned back into the plush velvet sofa, a crystal glass of amber liquor swirling listlessly in his hand, his eyes glazed over with a deep-seated boredom that no amount of luxury could penetrate. He showed little to no interest in the women who fought for even a sliver of his attention.
These weren't just any women. They were the cream of the crop, the goddesses that populated the dreams of ordinary men. There were supermodels with legs that seemed to stretch for miles, A-list celebrities whose faces graced billboards across the country, and campus queens whose youthful beauty was the talk of every university forum. They were figures whom a regular person could never hope to even speak to, let alone win over, in an entire lifetime of effort.
But to Yu Guanxiong, they were nothing more than scenery. He had long grown tired of them; he had played with too many to count, their faces and names blurring into a meaningless collage of superficial perfection. The goddesses that common men revered and placed on pedestals were, in his world, merely his foot-washing basins—disposable, interchangeable, and ultimately, unfulfilling. His appetite for novelty had been dulled by infinite access, leaving him perpetually jaded.
"Young Master Yu," a young scion beside him chirped, his face a mask of sycophantic flattery. He leaned in conspiratorially, refilling Yu Guanxiong's glass with practiced ease. "Don't you worry. Ling Qingcheng will be here tonight. This little brother, Gao, will definitely help you win her over. I guarantee it."
The name cut through Yu Guanxiong's stupor like a bolt of lightning. His eyes, previously dull and lifeless, immediately lit up with a sharp, predatory gleam. The boredom evaporated, replaced by a raw, hungry focus that made the air in the room grow heavy.
Ling Qingcheng!
The beautiful, ice-cold CEO of the Ling Group. Now that was the real catch. Compared to these so-called supermodels, celebrities, and campus queens who threw themselves at him, an exquisite creature like Ling Qingcheng was in a different league entirely. Her staggering status, her untouchable reputation, and her breathtaking looks made her the ultimate prize. She wasn't just another conquest; she was a fortress to be besieged, a peak to be scaled. Conquering her would be a true accomplishment.
It was Ling Qingcheng's famously aloof demeanor that truly ignited Yu Guanxiong's desire. Her coldness was a challenge, an insult to his power. The thought of shattering that icy facade, of making that proud queen submit to him, made an insatiable fire burn in his gut.
He absolutely, positively had to get his hands on Ling Qingcheng.
Beep beep!
Just then, the phone lying on the mahogany table beside him lit up, its notification chime slicing through the room's tense silence.
Yu Guanxiong let out a long, theatrical yawn, the hunter's thrill momentarily subsiding. He impatiently picked up his phone, his thumb swiping across the screen with lazy disinterest. A second later, his entire demeanor shifted. His expression twisted, the casual arrogance vaporizing into pure, unadulterated fury. His face darkened like a thundercloud, and with a guttural roar, he stomped his foot with such rage that the entire suite seemed to tremble.
On the screen were several photos and a short video. The quality was poor; the distance was too great and the angle was awkward, making the images grainy and unclear.
But Yu Guanxiong could still see enough. He could see the object of his obsession, the beautiful CEO Ling Qingcheng, locked in an intimate embrace with a man. Their heads were close together, a picture of shocking intimacy that sent a surge of white-hot rage through his veins.
Although he couldn't make out the man's face clearly, he could tell he was young. The two of them remained locked in that embrace for several agonizing minutes.
A moment later, another message arrived, a simple line of text that served as the final spark to the powder keg.
"Young Master Yu, we followed Ling Qingcheng to the mall and saw her meet a young man. Their relationship seems quite close."
BANG!
With a furious snarl, Yu Guanxiong hurled his phone across the room. It smashed against a marble pillar with a sickening crack, shattering into a spiderweb of glass and plastic that rained down onto the pristine floor. The sudden violence startled the beauties beside him, who turned pale and trembled, their painted smiles frozen in terror. The music died, and the room was plunged into a dead, suffocating silence.
"GAO QING!" Yu Guanxiong roared, his voice like that of an enraged lion. He rounded on the young man named Gao, his eyes blazing with murderous intent. "Didn't you fucking tell me Ling Qingcheng doesn't have a man?!"
Gao Qing's face turned ashen. He was the son of a prominent, wealthy family in Hangzhou, but before the monstrous power of Yanxia's Yu Clan, he was nothing. The Second Young Master before him was a figure even his own father had to grovel and curry favor with. He had gone to unbelievable lengths just to establish this connection, to become part of this inner circle.
Such a sycophant's position was not something just anyone could achieve. It was a precarious tightrope walk, and one misstep could lead to ruin. If he angered the Second Young Master of the Yu Clan, he wouldn't just be in deep trouble—he would be finished.
"Young Master Yu, calm down, please calm down!" Gao Qing stammered, his voice trembling as he scrambled to his feet. "Ling Qingcheng really doesn't have a man! I swear! Who in Hangzhou's entire business world doesn't know that she's a complete workaholic? She lives and breathes for her company! She has no time for men!"
"Then why the hell did my subordinate just send me photos and a video of Ling Qingcheng wrapped around some young punk for several goddamn minutes?!" Yu Guanxiong bellowed, his face contorted in a mask of fury. The very idea was an affront to his ego. He always took the best, the untouched, the pristine. He refused to eat another man's leftovers. If Ling Qingcheng had already been with someone, her appeal to him would be greatly, irrevocably diminished.
Gao Qing was drenched in a cold sweat, his mind racing, desperately trying to spin a narrative that would save him. His brain worked faster than it ever had before. "Perhaps… perhaps Ling Qingcheng found a shield! A decoy! After all, Ling Qingcheng is so smart and capable, a true business genius. She might have guessed that you, Young Master Yu, would make a move on her and prepared in advance! She hired someone to pretend to be her boyfriend to ward you off!"
Upon hearing this explanation, the storm in Yu Guanxiong's eyes began to subside. The logic, twisted as it was, appealed directly to his immense vanity. The idea that Ling Qingcheng would go to such lengths out of fear of his pursuit soothed his bruised ego.
Gao Qing saw the shift and breathed a silent, massive sigh of relief. He pressed his advantage, his words flowing more smoothly now. "Young Master Yu, just think about it. Yesterday, she was single. Today, a man suddenly appears out of nowhere right before you plan to make your move. It has to be a shield! A pathetic scarecrow she's using to try and fend off your glorious pursuit, Young Master Yu."
Yu Guanxiong let out a cold, guttural snort, the fury on his face slowly morphing into a sinister, cruel smile. "Ling Qingcheng is dreaming. No woman I, this Young Master, have ever wanted has managed to escape me."
He took a slow, deliberate sip from a fresh glass of liquor handed to him by a trembling model. His eyes were dark pits of malicious intent.
"Tonight, I'll make my move on her. No more games."
His gaze drifted towards the shattered remains of his phone, and his smile widened into a vicious sneer.
"And that 'shield'… what kind of worthless insect is he? How dare he touch Ling Qingcheng? How dare he put his hands on my property? He must die."
'Damn it, they even require an invitation! I can't get in.'
Ren Zhacheng muttered under his breath, hiding in the shadows of an alleyway across the street. He looked at the resplendent, brightly lit Hilton Hotel in the distance, a towering beacon of wealth and power that felt a world away.
He had learned from Ling Qingcheng's Goddess Future Diary that tonight was the night. The detestable Yu Guanxiong would drug Ling Qingcheng, but she would fortunately manage to escape before the worst could happen.
Ren Zhacheng planned to be her savior. He would intercept her at her most vulnerable, playing the hero and winning her heart in a single, glorious night.
However, he had already encountered a frustrating hurdle: the entire Hilton Hotel had been booked for a private event, and a formal invitation was required for entry. When he tried to brazenly sneak in through a service entrance, he was unceremoniously grabbed by two burly security guards and thrown out onto the curb like a piece of trash.
'Forget it, waiting outside is the same. When General Manager Ling is drugged and stumbles out, that will be my, Ren Zhacheng's, great opportunity. Tonight, I will definitely win the beauty's heart and make her mine!'
Thinking of Ling Qingcheng's regal beauty, her powerful status, and the sheer prestige of conquering her, Ren Zhacheng almost drooled. She was Hangzhou's number one beautiful CEO, practically renowned as the city's official flower.
He had gone through great lengths just to get an internship at the Ling Group, all because he secretly admired Ling Qingcheng from afar. Back then, he knew it was a fantasy, like a toad wanting to eat swan meat—utterly impossible.
But now, things were different. Armed with the Goddess Future Diary System, Ren Zhacheng was overflowing with ambition and brimming with a newfound, almost delusional confidence.
He wanted them all. He would conquer every goddess, from He Yiyi and Ling Qingcheng to the legendary Heavenly Queen of music, Zhong Lingyin. Mastering the future meant mastering destiny, and he believed their destinies were now his to control.
'General Manager Ling is here!'
Suddenly, Ren Zhacheng's spirits lifted, his face contorting with feverish excitement. A stretched Bentley, long and immaculate, was slowly approaching the hotel entrance. Ren Zhacheng recognized the car instantly; it was one of Ling Qingcheng's personal vehicles.
The Bentley glided to a silent stop at the grand entrance of the Hilton Hotel. A doorman rushed to open the rear door, and a stunning figure that haunted his dreams gracefully emerged. She was noble, beautiful, and carried herself with the untouchable aura of a queen.
Ren Zhacheng's eyes widened, his gaze locked onto her, his heart pounding like a war drum. A fire burned in his chest. To have such a golden opportunity to intercept a goddess like General Manager Ling tonight… he couldn't be more excited. Drinking an entire case of Red Bull wouldn't make him this hyped.
But the next moment, his perfect view was shattered. A low, thunderous roar filled the air as a Bugatti Veyron, sleek and predatory as a panther, screamed up to the entrance and blocked his line of sight.
Ren Zhacheng's expression instantly darkened. It wasn't just because the obscenely expensive supercar had blocked his view of the goddess, but because he recognized it.
Just an hour ago, it was the owner of this very Bugatti Veyron who had snatched He Yiyi away, completely ruining his perfect plan to expose her and make her his.
[Ding! Son of Destiny Ren Zhacheng is displeased. Plundering +4444 Destiny Points!]
Watching Shen Anyu climb out of the driver's seat, cool and composed, and then seeing He Yiyi emerge from the passenger side to delicately hold his arm, Ren Zhacheng couldn't be more annoyed. A wave of bitter acid churned in his stomach.
He Yiyi was another goddess Ren Zhacheng had already designated as his personal possession. He had even used the Goddess Future Diary to learn the secret of her embezzlement of public funds, a weakness he planned to exploit. Yet now, here she was, holding another man's arm as if she belonged to him.
'I was here first!' The thought screamed in his mind, a childish, possessive rage clouding his judgment.
Especially at this moment, He Yiyi looked breathtaking. She was wearing a black Chanel evening gown that subtly revealed her elegant shoulders, a perfect blend of purity and elegance with an undercurrent of seductive charm. She was even more alluring than he had ever seen her.
Ren Zhacheng felt a sour, acidic jealousy crawl up his throat, a burning hatred for the man who stood so casually beside her.
However, Ren Zhacheng's jealousy was yet to reach its peak. The scene that unfolded next didn't just stoke the flames of his anger—it made his entire mentality explode, and his vision swam, threatening to plunge him into darkness.
Shen Anyu's peripheral vision swept over Ren Zhacheng's hiding spot in the alley, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips, as he strode confidently towards Ling Qingcheng.
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