Fatal Deviation

Four years ago, Sheng Zhi concealed her identity as Geneva’s once-in-a-generation neuroscience prodigy and secretly married into the Fu family to repay a debt of gratitude. Everyone thought she was a meek, lowly clinging vine from a fallen family. Then, on a rain-soaked morning, she calmly signed the divorce papers and left the country alone. Soon afterward, the secret news came from the depths of the Nordic Sea: her body had been found, and she had perished. For four whole years, Fu Chengyu, the tycoon who controlled a trillion-yuan empire, was tormented by severe insomnia and migraines. He searched the entire world but couldn’t find his cure. Four years later, at a closed-door Asia-Pacific neuroscience summit in Haicheng. The globally renowned scholar “Dr. S,” whom the Fu Group had spent tens of billions trying and failing to recruit, returned to China with her research team. In a cool gray trench coat and gold-rimmed glasses, she dismantled a ten-billion-yuan proposal in three minutes, leaving academicians from several countries and Nobel Prize judges standing in respectful awe! She also brought back a pair of prodigies, a boy and a girl, both with off-the-charts IQs. The elder hacked into the Fu Group’s trillion-yuan security system, while the younger blinked her dewy eyes and handed over a notarized document. “Daddy? Mommy says biological donors have no legal right to visitation.” The once-arrogant business emperor’s entire worldview collapsed. He went mad with obsession. In the cramped corner of a VIP hallway, the man pinned her against the wall, eyes bloodshot, gripping her waist. “Four years, and you still think it’s filthy just to look at me?!” Sheng Zhi drew a 0.4-millimeter titanium alloy sampling needle and pressed it against his carotid artery. Cool and composed, she said, “Mr. Fu, you’re crossing the line.”