Chapter 48: Hostage

Women are naturally drawn to handbags, especially when they have the means to indulge themselves. Li Chuxi was no exception.

After only a short while of browsing, the sales assistant was already carrying quite a few items for her.

The assistant showed no sign of complaint; on the contrary, her face was lit up with a broad smile. After all, everything in her hands meant commissions for her!

In the end, Li Chuxi even acquired a platinum Hermès Birkin bag.

As she left the boutique, the sales assistant enthusiastically added her on WeChat, promising that she could reach out anytime if she had any questions.

When Li Chuxi stepped away from the Hermès counter, she carried no shopping bags.

Planning to continue her shopping spree, she naturally didn’t want to haul around so many items, so she arranged for home delivery.

After spending the entire morning shopping, Li Chuxi had spent close to ten million yuan.

She didn’t even bat an eye at the amount.

Between the initial sum her grandfather had sent her and the subsequent transfers from her parents under the orders of the Li family patriarch and matriarch, the total came to nearly eighty million yuan.

After selling the gold bars earlier, Li Chuxi had invested the money in the stock market and maximized returns in the shortest possible time. The capital had now grown to over thirty million yuan.

Of course, she didn’t intend to rely solely on the stock market for income. She had already started planning to establish her own business empire. However, she preferred not to manage it personally, intending instead to hire professionals to oversee its operations.

As for herself, she planned to devote most of her time to striving in the entertainment industry. After all, that troublesome “Lingling Yao” system had now become a star-making machine, and as its host, she could only accept her fate.

After a full day of shopping, Li Chuxi felt her spirits considerably lifted.

Yet, it seemed as if fate could not tolerate her happiness and was determined to stir waves in her calm life.

Li Chuxi stood quietly, a sharp blade pressed against her neck, the tip mere centimeters from her delicate skin, threatening to slit her throat at any moment, spilling blood instantly.

Most would have been terrified beyond measure in such a situation.

But Li Chuxi remained astonishingly composed, even pondering how she had ended up in such a predicament.

Right after her shopping, she had planned to grab a meal.

The restaurant was close to the mall, so she chose to walk rather than take a cab. Unfortunately, luck was not on her side.

As she chatted with Lingling Yao on the way, she suddenly collided with someone head-on. Before she could react, the person seized her and pressed a sharp knife to her neck.

Soon, a group of men in black surrounded them tightly, forming a formidable circle around the man holding her hostage.

Their imposing presence alone was enough to suppress any resistance.

Moments later, a man in a wheelchair slowly entered the encirclement.

Though confined to a wheelchair, his aura was undiminished—in fact, it was even more intense. Despite his disability, he exuded a terrifying aura that sent chills to anyone who looked upon him.

Li Chuxi’s pupils constricted. She recognized the man in the wheelchair—the same man she had briefly encountered at Xihe Jewelry.