While the internet was currently drowning in the viral wake of Chen Ying's devastating guitar performance, Xie Changheng had already retreated to his high-floor executive suite to calculate his counter-strike. He possessed a sharp mind, and he knew that trying to fight her in the volatile court of public opinion while she held the loyalty of the masses was a losing battle. A public war would only feed her momentum.
Instead, he chose to strike precisely where it hurt most: the underlying capital infrastructure that funded her operations.
At exactly two in the afternoon, a high-priority, heavily encrypted corporate email bypassed the standard security filters and landed directly on Chen Ying's private terminal.
It wasn't a standard legal threat written by a low-level attorney, nor was it an emotional outburst reflecting his recent public humiliation. It was a cold precise ultimatum framed with the flawless eloquence expected of a top-tier dynasty heir.
