Wen Renhao grabbed Wen Zhi by the arm and pulled her in front of President Jin.
The cold sternness on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a practiced smile.
"President Jin," he said warmly, "let me introduce you. This is my second daughter, Wen Zhi."
Then he turned to her. "Xiao Zhi, greet President Jin."
Wen Zhi lifted her gaze.
The man before her was slightly overweight, balding, his eyes oily with calculation.
Widowed middle-aged men looking to remarry usually wanted nothing more than an obedient ornament to place at home.
That thought alone made her lips curl into a mocking smile.
"Hello, Uncle Jin," she said arrogantly, without a shred of courtesy.
"You didn't come here today to… set me up on a blind date, did you?"
"Wen Zhi!" Wen Renhao barked angrily.
But President Jin merely raised a hand, stopping him.
"Young girls are allowed to be willful," he said calmly. "It's understandable."
Then he looked back at Wen Zhi, smiling faintly.
"You're not wrong."
Wen Zhi turned her face aside and let out a contemptuous laugh.
"At your age, do you really think you're a match for me?"
"Enough nonsense!" Wen Renhao snapped, yanking her arm.
She shook him off.
"My mouth is mine. I'll say whatever I want."
President Jin still didn't lose his temper.
"Xiao Zhi," he said patiently, "you're young. You don't yet understand the beauty of money."
"Once we're married, you'll realize that an age gap means nothing."
Su Nanying immediately chimed in, gentle and approving.
"That's right. Xiao Zhi, your father and I chose this match carefully. We wouldn't harm you."
Wen Zhi turned her gaze to her and smiled coolly.
"If you think President Jin is so wonderful, then you marry him."
"You love wealth so much—and clearly enjoy being a second wife."
Su Nanying's face drained of color. Her eyes reddened as she looked helplessly at Wen Renhao.
Enraged, Wen Renhao raised his hand to slap Wen Zhi—
But she caught his wrist mid-air.
She shoved him away coldly.
"Hit me in front of your sugar daddy?"
"Aren't you afraid I'll marry him and convince him not to give you a single cent?"
"You—!"
Ignoring him, Wen Zhi turned to President Jin.
The brightness of youth faded from her face, replaced by a chilling calm far beyond her years.
"President Jin," she said slowly, "no one dislikes money. I don't either."
"But I refuse to survive off an old man like you."
Her gaze swept over him mercilessly.
"Besides money—what else can you give me?"
"With the way I look now, do you really think you could keep me under control?"
"I can't promise anything else—but I can guarantee you a new green hat every three days. I'd send you to your grave drowning in shame."
At last, President Jin's smile vanished.
He turned coldly toward Wen Renhao.
"When you came to borrow money, you didn't mention that your daughter was this rebellious."
Wen Renhao felt a flicker of panic and hurried to reassure him.
"President Jin, don't worry. Since I said this would work, it will."
"This marriage is settled."
Then he turned to Wen Zhi, his expression icy.
"If you insist on being so troublesome," he said, "don't blame me for disciplining you."
He gestured behind him.
"Take her to the study."
The two suited men moved immediately.
Wen Zhi realized then—
He had prepared everything.
She struggled, but it was useless. She was dragged forcibly into the study.
Wen Renhao turned to Su Nanying.
"Nanying, take President Jin upstairs to rest."
Watching Wen Zhi being taken away, Su Nanying suppressed the glee in her eyes and smiled gently.
"President Jin, please come with me."
"I'll take you to Xiao Zhi's room to rest for a while."
Inside the study—
Wen Zhi was forced onto the sofa.
One man restrained her limbs while the other lifted a glass from the desk, pinched her jaw, and poured a brown liquid down her throat.
She choked, struggled—
but it was all in vain.
When she was dragged out again, Wen Renhao stood by the door, watching her with a complicated expression.
"If you had listened earlier," he said quietly,
"why would I have had to do this?"
Her hair was disheveled from the struggle.
She lifted her head, glaring at him, rage burning in her eyes.
Even though she already knew the answer, she still demanded,
"What did you make me drink?"
"Just something to warm things up," he replied indifferently.
"I've already accepted President Jin's ten-million bride price."
"As long as you serve him well tonight and this marriage is secured—"
"Once you enter the Jin family, whatever happens next is no longer my concern."
Restrained, Wen Zhi stared up at him.
Despite her efforts to suppress it, mist welled in her eyes.
"I'm your biological daughter," she said hoarsely.
"How could you do this to me?"
"You destroyed my childhood—now you want to destroy my entire life?"
"I will never forgive you."
"Not in this lifetime."
Wen Renhao frowned slightly, then turned away and waved his hand.
The two men dragged her upstairs.
As they passed Su Nanying, she chuckled softly.
"Xiao Zhi, take good care of President Jin."
"The entire Wen family will be relying on you from now on."
Wen Zhi clenched her teeth and kicked her hard in the stomach.
Caught off guard, Su Nanying fell to the floor.
She scrambled up, raising her hand to strike—
But the bedroom door opened.
President Jin stepped out, having heard the noise.
Su Nanying immediately withdrew her hand, forcing a smile.
She shot Wen Zhi a venomous glare, clutching her aching stomach, and went downstairs.
Wen Zhi was shoved into the bedroom.
President Jin followed.
The door slammed shut—
And locked from the outside.
Wen Zhi knew—
No matter how loudly she screamed, no one would come.
The drug was vicious.
The moment it hit her stomach, waves of heat surged violently through her body.
She staggered around the room, eyes darting—then rushed to the desk.
She grabbed a steel pen, yanked off the cap, and spun around, pointing it at President Jin.
"Don't come any closer," she warned shakily.
"I would rather die than be with you."
Seeing the unnatural flush spreading across her face, President Jin chuckled.
"Relax," he said leisurely, arms crossed.
"I'm not forcing you."
"I'll wait until you come to me willingly."
"After all—here, I'm the only one who can help you."
He tilted his head.
"Why struggle?"
"Being with me isn't necessarily a bad thing."
"If it weren't me, your father would've sold you to someone else anyway."
"Shut up!"
Wen Zhi collapsed against the desk, her body trembling.
The heat made even breathing difficult.
President Jin took two steps forward, eyebrows lifting.
"You won't last much longer."
She could.
She had to.
Gritting her teeth, Wen Zhi slashed the pen across her wrist.
The wound wasn't deep—but blood instantly welled up.
She tried to use the pain to stay conscious—
But it didn't work.
Her vision blurred.
Her thoughts dissolved.
As President Jin drew closer, she raised the pen again—
This time, pressing it against her own throat.
"Take one more step," she gasped,
"and if I die here—do you really think you'll escape responsibility?"
"You have power and wealth."
"You don't want your future destroyed over me."
President Jin laughed softly.
"Trying to scare me?"
"You're still too young."
"I was making deals when you weren't even a cell."
He stepped forward again.
Wen Zhi's heart hardened.
If she had to die—
She would never die as prey.
Her grip tightened.
And in the next second—
She drove the pen down toward her neck.