Chapter 94 Is Xinhengtai being targeted?

Chapter 94: New Hengtai Being Targeted? When Chen Ang woke up, the Hong Kong sunlight was already squeezing through the gaps in the curtains.

Shen Pianran lay on her side next to him, her hair scattered across the pillow. Her breathing was light, and her eyelashes trembled slightly; she hadn't woken up yet.

The quilt had slipped below her snow-white shoulders, revealing a faint red mark on her collarbone—a kiss from Chen Ang last night.

Rubbing his brow, the images in Chen Ang's mind played back like a movie; every enchanting scene and every frame of intimate detail surfaced clearly.

From the moment she grabbed his hand to the tightly closed corners of her eyes as she trembled slightly beneath him, nothing was missed.

Chen Ang looked down at the sheets; on the light gray fabric was a small, dried patch of dark red.

He was Shen Pianran's first man.

Chen Ang was momentarily stunned.

Shen Pianran opened her eyes at that moment.

She saw Chen Ang's gaze fall on that bloodstain. Her eyelashes fluttered, and then she pulled the quilt up half an inch to cover her collarbone.

“What are you looking at?” Her voice was somewhat raspy. Her tone had regained some of its usual professional efficiency, yet it carried a hint of shyness.

“Looking at you,” Chen Ang leaned against the headboard, turning sideways to look at her with a smile.

“Haven't you seen enough?” Shen Pianran propped herself up on the mattress. Her hair slid from her shoulders, obscuring half her face.

She tucked her hair back to reveal her entire face, the flush from last night still lingering on her cheeks.

Her movements were natural, showing no concern for the large expanse of snow-white skin and her well-proportioned body being exposed.

Chen Ang smiled slightly, reaching out to wrap his arm around her waist and pull her into his embrace.

She did not resist, leaning into his chest as she rested her chin on his shoulder, remaining quiet for a moment.

Then she spoke, her voice very soft, but every word seemed to have been carefully weighed.

“Chen Ang, we had this one night together, but there won't be a second. I won't marry you, and I won't marry anyone else. This is my choice; it has nothing to do with whether you are good or not.”

Inhaling her scent, Chen Ang did not answer immediately.

His fingers gently caressed her waist, his fingertips feeling the fine fuzz on her smooth skin.

A moment later, he held her a little tighter, resting his chin on the top of her head. His voice resonated from his chest, low and carrying an unquestionable certainty.

“This was your first time, it's very precious. What if I'm unwilling to let go?”

Shen Pianran did not answer.

She leaned in his arms with her eyes closed, feeling the heartbeat coming from his chest.

After a long time, she sighed softly. “Say whatever you want.” She paused. “But you have to do me a favor; come home with me tomorrow. You'll help me deal with a blind date, consider it returning the favor for the last time I went to your family banquet.”

“Fine.” A smile touched the corners of Chen Ang's mouth; he didn't refuse.

His fingers slid down her spine, vertebra by vertebra, lingering for a moment at the small of her back before he flipped over and pressed her back onto the pillow.

“But before that, today's business isn't finished yet.”

Shen Pianran reached out and pushed his chest, the force as light as patting a cat.

The push didn't move him. Her lips curled slightly as she turned her face away. “Boss, today's meeting starts in two and a half hours.”

Chen Ang leaned down and kissed her earlobe, his voice muffled. “There's time.”

Shen Pianran let out a soft moan, her hands climbing up Chen Ang's broad back, her nails scratching lightly.

Accompanied by rhythmic breaths, the two gradually reached their peak.

In the union of soul and body, the bedroom was filled with the aura of spring.

At nine-thirty, the two appeared in formal attire in front of the New Hengtai office building.

This was a nested system of shell companies specifically established by Shen Pianran and Zhang Qixiang's team for the bitcoin exchange business.

As the primary operating entity, New Hengtai was equipped with compliant office space and corporate accounts, making it a key node in the entire chain for receiving bitcoin exchange funds.

The entire structure—from equity and accounts to business packaging—was thoroughly planned to safely carry this massive volume of cross-border capital.

Along the way, Shen Pianran explained the company's operating model to Chen Ang. She had shed her bedroom charm and returned to her crisp, decisive persona.

Chen Ang didn't say much, only nodding frequently.

He understood that Shen Pianran was telling him that the fifty million had not been spent in vain.

After entering the lobby, Zhang Qixiang was already waiting for them.

He wore a deep blue suit today, the smile behind his gold-rimmed glasses as formulaic as ever. “Mr. Chen, Lawyer Shen, the bank has made arrangements. It's at ten o'clock in the Legal Department conference room.”

The bank's risk control interview process was much more detailed than Chen Ang had expected.

Three people came from the other side: a Risk Control Director, a Compliance Manager, and a Legal Advisor.

The Risk Control Director was a middle-aged man wearing rimless glasses. He spoke unhurriedly, but every question hit a key point.

Regarding the source of funds, Chen Ang told the truth.

Over ten years ago, he had lent a sum of money to a friend. The friend used bitcoin to settle the debt. Later, the friend died in a car accident, and the USB drive was forgotten for over a decade until it was recently rediscovered.

Timeline, original transaction records, the friend's death certificate, and other materials had all been prepared by Shen Pianran in advance, and she pushed them over one by one.

After flipping through the materials, the Risk Control Director asked a few detailed questions.

Such as the original wallet address of the bitcoin, the timing of the first batch of liquidations, and exchange rate fluctuations at the time of liquidation.

Chen Ang answered each one without hesitation.

The interview lasted about forty minutes.

The Risk Control Director finally closed the folder and said that the materials were complete and there were no issues on their end.

Chen Ang stood up and shook hands with him.

Shen Pianran began tidying up the scattered documents on the table, her movements efficient as always. But when she stood up, her body tilted slightly, and her hand inadvertently braced against the edge of the table.

Chen Ang looked over and saw her lower her eyelids, shooting him a secret glare.

Rubbing his nose, Chen Ang had a smile on his face, causing Shen Pianran to roll her eyes at him again.

Chen Ang didn't mind, as this was a form of validation for a man.

While waiting for the elevator, Zhang Qixiang, who had seen them out, suddenly lowered his voice and said, “Mr. Chen, there's something I think I should remind you about.”

Chen Ang dropped his relaxed demeanor and looked at him sideways.

He leaned in, covering his mouth as he spoke. “Recently, someone from the mainland has been inquiring through intermediate channels about New Hengtai's equity structure and capital paths. I'm not sure who it is exactly, but they asked very detailed questions. It doesn't seem like a casual check.”

Chen Ang's eyes flickered. He nodded to show he understood but didn't reply. Only after the elevator doors closed did he turn to ask Shen Pianran, “Who do you think it is?”

“Hard to say. It could be someone we know, or it could be others who have set their sights on this money. The connection between bitcoin and New Hengtai—if someone follows the capital channels upward, they'll find it sooner or later. This sum of money is too large; it can't be hidden forever.”

Shen Pianran had now regained the calm characteristic of a professional lawyer, her voice cold yet powerful.

Chen Ang understood she was referring to Wen Huilin or Tu Yuandong, but he didn't take those two seriously because the procedures he followed had plugged all the loopholes.

What he worried about were the unknown parties.