Cheng Jinchuan had been having a streak of bad luck lately, with nothing going his way. First, he was thoroughly berated by his elders and forced to kneel in the ancestral hall, and then his beloved car was mysteriously abandoned on a hillside in the Western Suburbs. What was worse, all his partnerships in Hong Kong were cut off, with none of the financial tycoons answering his calls. The Cheng Family's main collaborations were all in Hong Kong.
No one else but Zhou Luchen would do this. Devious, despicable, all for a woman, utterly shameless.
He needed to find funding to keep things running—damn it, even United Bank was under Zhou Luchen's control. This time, the Cheng Family didn't stand by him, insisting he apologize to Shen Jing. Swallowed by pride and anger, he refused to go.
He confronted Zhou Xiangqun. "Was it Achen? Did he cut off my resources?"
