Liang Minghao

After a long flight, Jiang Yanxu and Song Yuhang finally arrived. Outside the airport gates, a group of men in sharp black suits stood waiting, exuding an air of quiet authority. One of them, a tall man with a stoic expression, stepped forward and motioned Jiang Yanxu toward a sleek black car. Another man took his luggage, while the rest kept a watchful eye on their surroundings, their presence both imposing and discreet.

Inside the car, Jiang Yanxu glanced at his watch—08:19 PM. Without wasting a second, he turned to Song Yuhang. "I need you to meet with Liang Minghao immediately. Tell him to hold onto Wen Jie's documents," he ordered, his voice firm and unwavering.

"Understood, sir," Song Yuhang responded without hesitation.

Jiang Yanxu gave a small nod of approval, then turned his attention to the driver. "Have you contacted the others?"

"Yes, sir," the man replied. "They're already heading to the company."

Jiang Yanxu didn't respond, but the tight line of his shoulders loosened slightly. A brief flicker of satisfaction crossed his face before the usual cold composure returned.

By the time they reached the towering skyscraper of Jiang-shi Company, several individuals were already waiting. As Jiang Yanxu stepped out of the car, they promptly followed him inside, their pace brisk and efficient. Meanwhile, Song Yuhang set off for his own destination—a private residence where Liang Minghao awaited.

At the gates of a luxurious estate, Song Yuhang was met by a security guard who eyed him with suspicion.

"State your business," the guard demanded.

"I have an appointment with Liang Minghao. He's expecting me," Song Yuhang replied calmly.

The guard hesitated for a moment before nodding and signaling for the gates to open. As Song Yuhang stepped forward, another man—a large, intimidating figure—blocked his path.

"The boss is busy. He can't be disturbed," the man stated flatly.

"I have an appointment, and this is urgent," Song Yuhang countered, his voice unwavering.

The man studied him for a moment, then finally turned and disappeared through a door, presumably to inform Liang Minghao.

Inside the lavish bedroom beyond that door, the air was thick with heat and the remnants of passion. A young man, barely nineteen, lay breathless beneath Liang Minghao, his flushed face still burning from their previous exchange.

"I missed you …," the boy murmured, his voice laced with exhaustion and longing.

Liang Minghao, a well-built man with an air of dominance, smirked down at him. "Oh? I can see that all over your face."

Before their encounter could escalate further, a sharp knock on the door interrupted them. Liang Minghao's expression darkened instantly. His jaw clenched as he barked out, "Who the hell dares to bother me right now?!"

A hesitant voice responded from the other side. "Sir, there's someone here to see you. He says he has an appointment."

Liang Minghao frowned, his mind working quickly. It had to be Song Yuhang—Jiang Yanxu's assistant. And if Jiang Yanxu had sent him, then this wasn't something he could ignore.

With an annoyed sigh, he pushed himself off the young man, earning a disappointed pout in return. But there was no room for complaints. He was already pulling on a robe as he strode to the door.

When he emerged into the sitting area, his appearance was far from polished—his hair was slightly disheveled, his robe loosely tied—but Song Yuhang, seated on the couch, remained composed, his expression unreadable.

Liang Minghao exhaled sharply and took a seat across from him. He lit a cigarette, inhaling deeply before finally speaking. "I assume you didn't come all this way to exchange pleasantries, so let's get to the point. What does Yanxu want?"

Song Yuhang, ever professional, dipped his head in polite acknowledgment before cutting straight to business. "Mr. Jiang needs your help. He wants you to hold onto some property documents, but you'll need to retrieve them from a lawyer first."

Liang Minghao raised a brow, intrigued. "And why the hell should I?"

Song Yuhang remained unfazed. "It's complicated," he admitted. "The documents belonged to Mr. Jiang's father, but due to his divorce before the five-year mark, he's legally barred from claiming them. The assets were supposed to be transferred to his former spouse's family. If he attempts to take them directly, the transaction will be flagged as theft, and the documents will be frozen."

A slow smirk spread across Liang Minghao's face. "So what you're saying is … he needs my help to pull off this little heist of his?" He chuckled, shaking his head. "Even if I get involved, he'll still have to deal with the legal consequences."

"You wouldn't be taking sides," Song Yuhang countered smoothly.

Liang Minghao narrowed his eyes. "I know exactly what you're implying. But humor me—who's the lawyer handling these documents?"

"Wen Jie," Song Yuhang answered without missing a beat.

At the mention of that name, Liang Minghao hesitated. His expression flickered, a momentary lapse in his usual cool demeanor.

Wen Jie .…

Now that was interesting.

A slow, knowing smile curved his lips as he leaned back in his chair, cigarette dangling between his fingers.

"Well, well," he mused. "Now this just got a lot more entertaining."