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Synopsis:
After dying in battle during ancient times, Bai Xueqing’s soul awakens in the modern world. She’s no longer a general’s daughter but the heiress of a powerful business empire. Betrayal lurks in the shadows, and enemies from the past find new faces in this life.
But when she’s attacked in a dark alley, a man steps forward—Mo Chen. His cold, possessive gaze promises protection… and something more.
He claims to have known her across lifetimes, and he will stop at nothing to reclaim what was once his.
As Bai Xueqing navigates the modern battlefield of business and betrayal, she must decide: will she trust this man who claims her soul, or will she carve a new path, free from destiny’s chains?

Eternal Threads :The modern rebirth of  BAI XUEQING

Chapter 80 – The Man Behind the Mask

The metal door hissed open, revealing a dim chamber bathed in a sterile blue glow. Rows of high-frequency servers hummed along the walls, cables like black veins feeding into a single raised platform at the center. And standing atop it was the gloved man.

He was taller than she remembered, his build lean and calculated, as if forged by necessity. A black mask covered his lower face, but his eyes—familiar, cold, haunted—pierced through the gloom.

Mo Chen entered silently behind them, flanking Xueqing and Yanshang.

"Remove the mask," Xueqing said, voice sharp.

The man's fingers twitched at the hem. "Curiosity, Bai Xueqing? Or do you already suspect?"

"I don't deal in suspicions," she said. "Only truths."

The man laughed—a low, hollow sound. Then, slowly, he pulled off the mask.

The man's face—scarred along the jawline, but unmistakably familiar—was Zhou Wei, her cousin. Dead. Or so she had believed for the last five years.

"You died in the fire," she whispered.

"I was left to die," he corrected, eyes dark. "By you. By your father. By the Su family."

Yanshang moved forward, blade drawn. "You faked your death and sabotaged her for revenge?"

Zhou Wei tilted his head. "Revenge is such a crude word. Let's say… I rewrote the ending."

"By hurting innocent people?" Xueqing snapped. "By threatening Qiao Lan's brother? You sold out the very family you were born into."

"No, cousin," he said coolly. "I burned the rot. You just never noticed the infection."

Lightning flared outside, casting the room in stark white light. Mo Chen's jaw tightened.

"You manipulated an entire network. Used Oracle, used your own people, even leaked data to syndicates in Country M. How far were you going to take this?" Mo Chen asked.

"As far as I had to," Zhou Wei said simply. "But I never expected you to be reborn, Xueqing."

Xueqing stepped forward, fists trembling. "This ends now."

He slammed a button on the platform console. Red lights flooded the room. The servers began humming louder—overheating, crashing, deleting.

"No!" Yanshang lunged, but Zhou Wei rolled back and vanished through a sliding panel in the floor.

"Trap door!" Mo Chen shouted. "He's heading toward the auxiliary hangar!"

Xueqing dashed to the console. "We have two minutes to either stop the purge or retrieve the core data."

Yanshang cursed. "He'll escape in a stealth pod."

"We're not leaving without that data," Xueqing said firmly.

Mo Chen pulled out his portable decryptor. "Then buy me sixty seconds."