Before Zheng Qinqin could make a move against Shen Qi, Shen Qi had already launched the first attack against her.
That night, Zheng Qinqin received an unfamiliar email, and its contents left her trembling and uneasy, struggling to find her composure.
The email was densely packed with details of projects discarded by the Qin family, which she had then passed on to Shao Yuan and the Zheng family, resulting in various profitable ventures for both households.
Zheng Qinqin's eyelids twitched, and her breath nearly ceased.
"What are you up to?"
Casually inquiring, Qin Yun startled Zheng Qinqin, nearly causing her to jump on the spot.
She glanced at Qin Yun, her complexion somewhat pallid, and cold sweat formed on her forehead and palms.
"Nothing, just... nothing."
As she spoke, Zheng Qinqin slid her phone under the pillow and quickly asked Qin Yun, observing his dignified appearance in a suit, "Where are you going so late?"
"I have a social engagement."