Chapter 57: The Big Boss Has Returned!

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4:30 a.m., Jiangcheng Group’s private helipad.

The night was as dark as ink, and the vast helipad lay in utter silence beneath the yellow glow of the streetlights.

A silver-white private jet slowly descended, its engines roaring harshly in the empty night sky.

The cabin door opened, and the tall figure of a middle-aged man appeared at the threshold.

His temples were frosted with gray, his visage weathered by time, but his eyes shone with a startling brilliance, as if nothing could escape their gaze.

As he stepped off the plane, he drew out his phone, his fingers swiftly gliding across the screen.

He found a number and, without hesitation, pressed call.

At the same moment, inside the city’s Detective Division headquarters.

Yan Zheng sat at his desk, a thick stack of case files piled before him.

Weariness was etched into his expression; the ashtray on his desk was already overflowing with cigarette butts.

He hadn’t closed his eyes all night.

The case of Zhang Luoluo was a thorn in his throat, but what unsettled him even more was the knowledge that Zhang Fu would return sooner or later.

Suddenly, his phone rang, breaking the silence.

He glanced at the screen out of habit.

The instant he saw the name “Zhang Fu,” his face drained of color.

With a start, he bolted upright from his chair.

“Hello!”

“Captain Yan! It’s been years since I last called you!” Zhang Fu’s deep voice resounded from the other end.

“You...” Yan Zheng wanted to say something, but found himself at a loss for words.

This rankled him. In all his years as chief of the Jiangcheng Detective Division, he’d seldom lost his composure like this.

“I’m back. Just got off the plane,” Zhang Fu’s tone was unnervingly calm.

“Mm...” Yan Zheng’s voice was less a response and more a long, weary sigh.

“How’s the case going?” Zhang Fu asked.

“Still investigating,” Yan Zheng replied curtly.

“Be quick about it! She’s my only daughter.”

Although Zhang Fu uttered the words “only daughter,” his tone and expression remained unchanged, as if he were speaking of someone else’s child.

This unnatural calm filled Yan Zheng with an unspoken dread.

“I’ll return to the Group first to hand over some affairs...”

At these words, Yan Zheng’s pupils contracted sharply.

He had already guessed what was coming, and it was precisely what he least wished to hear.

“And then, this morning, I’ll arrange my daughter’s funeral...”

At this, a flicker of sorrow finally crossed Zhang Fu’s eyes—a sorrow so deep it seemed bottomless.

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But that sorrow was quickly replaced by another emotion—a chilling coldness that made one’s blood run cold.

“I’ll have someone collect the body soon.”

“No!” Yan Zheng blurted out, “The case isn’t solved yet—the body is crucial!”

The line fell silent.

Time seemed to freeze; Yan Zheng could hear his own rapid heartbeat.

After a long pause, Zhang Fu’s weary voice returned, “I’m just informing you,”

He paused, his tone growing even colder, “I am not asking for your permission.”

“At eight this morning, I’ll take the body. If you have anything to check, you’d better hurry.”

With those words, Zhang Fu fell silent again.

Yan Zheng’s face grew clouded and uncertain.

His lips trembled, thousands of words stuck in his throat.

Seeing that Yan Zheng had nothing to say, Zhang Fu spoke once more, “Today, I will spend the entire day handling the Group’s matters and arranging Luoluo’s funeral.”

“One day only.”

His voice grew louder, edged with an icy undertone.

“In one day, I want to see the murderer! If you can’t deliver…”

Zhang Fu paused, then added, “Then I’ll take over. I have plenty of time ahead.”

The call ended with the cold, mechanical beeping.

Yan Zheng had wanted to say more, to persuade him, but Zhang Fu had not given him the chance.

He knew Zhang Fu was utterly serious.

This was a man whose name could stir storms in the business world of Jiangcheng—once he decided to wield his power, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Before five in the morning, inside a luxury hotel suite.

Chen Yu lay sprawled across the bed, sleeping soundly.

A faint smile played on his lips—clearly, he was having a pleasant dream.

Li Qing slept beside him, her pure face ethereal in the moonlight, her lips curled in a gentle smile.

Bzzzz—

The phone provided by the production team suddenly vibrated, its noise especially jarring in the stillness.

It rattled on the nightstand, emitting a sharp, staccato sound.

After a while, Chen Yu sat up with a look of utter annoyance.

Bleary-eyed, his hair a tousled mess, he answered the call irritably.

“Who the hell is calling this early? I’ve only slept three hours!”

There was a moment of surprise on the other end, then a hoarse voice: “It’s me, Yan Zheng. I haven’t slept all night...”

The tone startled Chen Yu out of his drowsiness.

He was instantly more alert.

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He realized that Captain Yan would never disturb him at such an hour without good reason—something serious must have happened.

Rubbing his eyes and steadying himself, Chen Yu asked gravely, “What happened, Captain Yan? What’s wrong?”

There was a pause on the other end, then, “Zhang Fu... is back.”

Chen Yu froze for half a second, then pinched the bridge of his nose forcefully.

That nemesis had returned early—clearly, his daughter meant more to him than his entire business empire.

“So, we’re running out of time?” Chen Yu asked directly.

“There’s still some, but not much,” Yan Zheng replied helplessly. “He told me he’d collect Zhang Luoluo’s body at eight this morning.”

“You haven’t seen the body yet, so... I wanted to ask if you’d like to?”

“Yes, of course!” Chen Yu answered at once. “Where is it? I’ll head out right now!”

“I’ll send you the location—come quickly. I’m already here,” Yan Zheng replied.

Chen Yu rolled out of bed, dressing as he asked, “Oh, right—should I notify the production team?”

“Heh!” Yan Zheng let out a cold laugh. “No need. The production team is probably busier than we are right now.”

“Hmm?” Chen Yu was puzzled by Yan Zheng’s words, but didn’t dwell on it. He ended the call and began to dress.

“What’s wrong?”

Beside him, Li Qing had woken up, her voice lazy and alluring as she asked, still half-asleep.

“The big boss is back. He’s taking Zhang Luoluo’s body. I have to go and examine it, or this case will never be solved,” Chen Yu replied with a wry smile.

His words startled Li Qing.

She scrambled out of bed, unselfconsciously taking off the T-shirt of Chen Yu’s she’d used as pajamas.

Chen Yu’s eyes widened at the sight of his beloved.

Li Qing now wore only a lace half-cup bra and panties—her plunging neckline was enough to make Chen Yu’s blood boil.

Her fair skin shimmered seductively in the dim light, her flawless curves nearly making Chen Yu’s nose bleed.

“Damn...” Chen Yu cursed inwardly.

“What are you looking at? Hurry up and get dressed, wash up—I’m coming too!” Li Qing ignored Chen Yu’s smoldering gaze and quickly slipped into her signature athletic outfit, transforming instantly from seductive siren to pure, adorable girl-next-door.

The contrast only made Chen Yu ache with longing.

“You little minx, are you trying to kill me?”