HAN FINANCIAL GROUP — NIGHT
Han Youwei stood by her office window, arms crossed, overlooking the city skyline.
Despite the calm exterior, her mind raced.
Titan Corporation collapsed. Zhao Conglomerate pulled back. Now Chen Yu's aiming at me.
She turned to her assistant."Have our lawyers filed the injunction?"
"Yes, CEO Han. We've temporarily blocked any hostile takeover."
She nodded. "Good. But temporary isn't enough."
Walking over to her desk, she stared at the document marked: Tianxu Investment Group — Targeting Han Financial.
At the top, bold letters: CHEN YU.
She tapped the name with her finger.
"Let's see what you're really after."
Then she made the call.
"Arrange a meeting with Chen Yu. Tell him Han Youwei wants to meet — not as prey, but as an equal."
CHEN YU'S VILLA — STUDY
"She wants a meeting?" Chen Yu leaned back in his chair, a smirk forming.
Meiyun nodded, handing him a tablet with the update."Han Youwei's sharp. She won't fold like the others."
Ruxue entered just then, placing a cup of warm tea near him."You've been working non-stop again. Even the stars are tired of watching you."
He smiled gently."Just one more battle. Then maybe I'll rest."
"That's what you always say," Ruxue murmured, sitting beside Meiyun.
Chen Yu glanced at his phone. Another notification popped up.A new message — from an unexpected name:
Zhao Lingyun.
[Lingyun]: I don't know why I'm texting you this late… but ever since that day, I keep thinking about you. You're dangerous, Chen Yu. But I can't look away anymore.
Chen Yu raised a brow.So she's fallen too.
Meiyun leaned forward, trying to peek."Who's messaging you now?"
"Just a ghost from the past," he replied calmly, turning off the screen.
Meiyun narrowed her eyes. "You're hiding something."
Ruxue didn't speak, but she noticed his brief smile — the kind he wore when something unexpected amused him.
TIANXU HOTEL — ROOFTOP LOUNGE
The rooftop glowed under golden lights. Private, silent, luxurious.
Chen Yu stepped in, dressed sharply in a custom black suit. Dominant. Collected. Lethal.
Han Youwei was already there, seated like a queen in a blood-red dress.
"Mr. Chen," she said, eyes scanning him like a strategist sizing up her rival."You're late."
He sat down, meeting her gaze."Power should never arrive on time. It makes people comfortable."
She smirked slightly."You've made quite the mess in Tianxu."
"That's not a mess. That's momentum."
The waiter brought wine. She raised her glass.
"To powerful enemies."
He clinked hers with his."To inevitable victories."
A silence followed. Then she leaned in.
"You can crush Han Financial. I see it. But you'll make new enemies — faster, stronger. And one day, someone will crush you."
Chen Yu didn't flinch."Maybe. But it won't be today. And it won't be you."
"You're arrogant," she said, but her voice wasn't angry. It was… curious.
He smiled.
"And yet you still wanted to meet me."
For a moment, Han Youwei said nothing.
Then her voice softened, just slightly."Because people like you… don't appear twice in a lifetime."
VILLA — LATER THAT NIGHT
Chen Yu returned home past midnight.
He stepped into the lounge. Meiyun and Ruxue were still awake, pretending to watch TV.
"Back already?" Meiyun asked, arms crossed.
"Surprised?"
"No. Just wondering how many women will be lining up at your door tomorrow."
Chen Yu sat beside her, casually tossing a small red jewelry box onto the table."A gift for the one who waited."
Meiyun blinked."You bought this?"
"No. I made someone else buy it." He grinned.
Ruxue laughed softly, hiding her smile behind her cup.
Then Meiyun leaned in, voice lower."You're playing a dangerous game, Yu-ge. Business is one thing. But emotions… they're messier."
He looked at her, more serious now.
"And what if I say… I don't plan to run from either?"
Ruxue's gaze flickered, heart skipping a beat.
But before anyone could say more — another buzz.
Zhao Lingyun again.
[Lingyun]: I don't care who you were. Or who you are now. Just… don't disappear again.
Chen Yu read the message, lips tightening slightly.
Another woman drawn into his orbit.
How long before this gravity crushes them all?
MEANWHILE — QIANHONG INTERNATIONAL
A long office. Red glass walls. Cold moonlight seeping in.
Lin Qianhong stood by the window, red coat flowing behind her.
She held Chen Yu's profile in one hand — financials, background, surveillance.
"He's bold. Clever. Ambitious."
Her assistant asked cautiously,"Chairwoman Lin, is he a threat?"
"No," she said calmly."He's an opportunity. Or... a temptation."
Her eyes gleamed.
"Prepare an invitation. It's time we met."
NEXT MORNING — BALCONY
Tianxu City bathed in golden light.
Chen Yu stood with coffee in hand, watching it all.
One empire was not enough.He would build ten. And burn ten more.
His phone buzzed again.
This time:Lin Qianhong — "Let's talk, Mr. Chen. I don't bite… unless I'm provoked."
Chen Yu sipped his coffee and whispered:
"Let the queens come.