Matriarch Zhao.

The family of three turned towards the sweating housekeeper. Qi Feng's eyebrows furrowed looking at the servant's face. He took a sip of water and cleared his throat.

"What is wrong, Housekeeper Liu? Why do you look so distressed?" Qi Feng calmly asked. Housekeeper Liu wiped the sweat off his forehead.

"Master Qi, someone left something outside. You should come out and take a look for yourself." Housekeeper Liu said in a shaky voice. The decoration outside...The Qi Ancestral Home was going to have a restless time in the future. He could tell.

Qi Feng looked suspicious. Qi Zixin was completely confused as well. What did Housekeeper Liu mean? "Housekeeper Liu, why are you being so vague? 'Someone left something outside'? What do you mean by that? Can anyone just approach and leave something outside the Qi Home?"

"I know I sound ridiculous." Housekeeper Liu said. "But it is really complicated. I beg you to come outside for a moment and take a look."

"Alright then. Let's go." Qi Feng said and rose from his seat. Gu Ming and Qi Zixin followed suit.

The four people walked out of the dining hall towards the main door. The housekeeper led them towards the garage. As they walked into the garage, a revolting sight was seen. Gu Ming let out a horrible scream and fell to the ground. Qi Zixin felt absolutely weak in the knees and took the support of the wall to keep standing. Gu Ming emptied out her stomach the next second.

Qi Feng stood with his expression darker than the darkest pits of hell. There, above his favorite car lay a dead body, facing upwards and with a rusted iron rod thrust into his stomach. His neck was bent in an odd angle, and several huge cuts had been made all over his body, such that the blood flowed down every side of the perfectly white car. The red against the white looked especially horrendous. Not to mention that both his eyes had been pierced, deep into his head.

Qi Feng nodded. He understood what this meant. He kept on nodding. He will answer.

As Qi Feng turned around to leave, Qi Zixin emptied his stomach as well.

*******

Qi Mingxia opened the door of her condominium with a complex password and fingerprint. Stepping inside, she let out a deep sigh. Work was really tiring. And this would most definitely go on for the next few months. Black House, Maple's apparel brand would be launched soon. The construction project would most likely be finalized tomorrow and a lot of planning and discussions and meetings would ensue. It was unlikely that she would get sufficient time to rest in the upcoming months with two such important projects at such important stages.

Qi Mingxia changed out of her clothes and washed up. As she was getting ready for bed, her mind drifted to the attacker. It was starting...It was starting. Her mind and soul filled with manic excitement at the thought of it. Finally, it was starting. Suddenly, in the next second, as if a switch has been flipped, she came back to her normal state of mind.

Control. Control your emotions. Qi Mingxia repeated to herself.

You must always have a tight grip over your emotions. She told herself.

Qi Mingxia took a deep breath and got into her bed. She put on her earphones and started her favorite playlist. Between the fifth or sixth song, she drifted off to sleep.

Next morning, Qi Mingxia woke up at 6 a.m. like usual. She strictly adhered to her routine- Jogging, cleaning the house(since she never kept any servants), a bath, a healthy breakfast she made for herself and then either some reading or office work. And then leave for work at 9:30.

Today, while she was reading a Russian book, her phone started ringing. Without even glancing at the screen, she could tell who was calling. After all, she would not receive work-related calls at this time and only one of her relatives called her. Or to be more accurate, had her personal phone number.

"Good morning, Grandmother." Qi Mingxia said calmly.

"If you wear a biker jacket to my birthday banquet this year, I will disown you!" The voice of an old woman, laced with annoyance could be heard. "Wear something more proper, for god's sake."

"God does not matter to me that much that I would wear something as uncomfortable as a gown for an entire evening." Qi Mingxia replied. Her own voice was now laced with annoyance.

"Hmph! If you don't, you won't be allowed to enter." The old voice replied.

"Which is even better." Qi Mingxia shot back. "Matriarch Zhao, are you going to keep arguing with me about my fashion sense? Because I assure you, I would not be wearing any gown this year as well."

Matriarch Zhao rolled her eyes. This girl. Could she not listen to her once? She would look so beautiful in a gown. Her looks, her aura...everything would be enhanced. She, Matriarch Zhao, the most fashionable lady in at least Shanghai, would dare to bet her entire fortune on it. Unfortunately, this girl only liked living a black and white, jacket and jeans life. What a waste!