For some reason, Yu Jinxiao suddenly thought of Yu Yuanyan.

The image of that little girl running toward him on the dark beach flashed before his eyes.

If not for her appearance, Sun Cheng would have long been dumped into the sea, and things would have unfolded according to the mastermind’s plan.

That small, stumbling figure resembled an adorable little angel, bravely breaking free from the darkness and pulling him out from the shadows of a brewing conspiracy.

“Mr. Yu…” Sun Cheng hesitantly asked, “Is there anything else I need to do?”

Yu Jinxiao, whose violent mood had been softened by the sudden thought of the little dumpling, unconsciously responded with a more gentle tone, “How much does your daughter’s medical treatment cost?”

“Huh?” Sun Cheng didn’t understand what he meant.

“Are my words hard to understand?” Yu Jinxiao frowned, beginning to suspect that no one around him was normal—everyone seemed intellectually limited. “You can’t even understand this?”

“Uh, it’s about a million.” The atmosphere had barely softened for two seconds before Sun Cheng felt suffocated again by the pressure of Yu Jinxiao’s impatience.

The only sound left in the office was the scratching of a pen on paper.

Through the floor-to-ceiling windows behind Yu Jinxiao, the entire cityscape was visible, a view that carried an indescribable sense of awe.

Sun Cheng suddenly recalled how others had described Yu Jinxiao—he was the man who ruled Jiangcheng.

The entire city seemed to be under his control, shrouded in his shadow, his ruthless and domineering nature ever-present.

But the feeling Sun Cheng was getting now… was slightly different, though he couldn’t pinpoint exactly why.

“Take this—here’s two million.” Yu Jinxiao handed over a check. “If that person contacts you again, try to probe their identity, but don’t make it too obvious. Whatever they say, remember it word for word and report it to me.”

“No, no, that’s not necessary, Mr. Yu.” Sun Cheng was shocked, quickly retreating two steps.

Yu Jinxiao hated being refused. His face darkened. “What? If you think it’s not enough, we can negotiate. Whatever they offered you, I’ll double it.”

“That’s not what I meant,” Sun Cheng stammered, swallowing nervously under the pressure. “The other side offered a million, and you’ve already doubled that, but…”

“But what?”

“But… I don’t need the money anymore,” Sun Cheng answered carefully, choosing the simplest words.

Yu Jinxiao’s fingers, still holding the check, froze.

Did someone just say, “I don’t need money” in front of him?

That was a pretty bold statement.

Noticing the odd look Yu Jinxiao was giving him, Sun Cheng hurried to explain, “Actually, here’s what happened. I didn’t take the money from them. They wanted a direct exchange—cash for the documents—but I didn’t give them the files. And as for the money… well, last night, I found out I won the lottery. Ten million.”

Yu Jinxiao: “…”

“So I found a place to calm down.”

Sun Cheng’s disappearance last night wasn’t because he had been harmed or run away—he had won the lottery and needed time to process it???

Ten million might not be much to Yu Jinxiao, but to Sun Cheng, it was a life-changing fortune.

As if afraid Yu Jinxiao wouldn’t believe him, Sun Cheng quickly pulled out the lottery ticket that Yu Yuanyuan had picked up, and showed the winning numbers on his phone. “Look, Mr. Yu, I’m not lying. Really—ten million!”

At this point, Sun Cheng could no longer maintain his composure. His shoulders trembled with excitement.

“Little Miss Yuanyuan really is my lucky star,” Sun Cheng carefully put away the lottery ticket, tenderly storing it in a zippered pouch, his eyes brimming with tears. “So, Mr. Yu, please rest assured. I only acted out of greed because of my daughter’s medical expenses. But now, with the lottery, I can cover all her treatment costs. Whatever you need me to do, I won’t take another penny.”

Yu Jinxiao had seen many shocking things in his life.

But… this was certainly a first.