At exactly midnight, the black luxury car glided silently through the empty streets.
Inside, Han Yue sat in the passenger seat dressed in tight-fitting tactical black clothing. Her hair was tied in a low braid tucked beneath a sleek black cap, and a lightweight mask covered her lower face. She looked like a shadow personified—silent, focused, and unreadable.
Secretary Zhao Wen, professional and composed as always, drove without a word. The closer they got to the Han Jade Company headquarters, the more deserted the roads became.
As they pulled into a quiet alley adjacent to the company's side gate, Secretary Wen spoke calmly into a secure comm device. "Status?"
A few seconds passed.
"Everything is disabled," a voice replied. "CCTV, motion sensors, alarms—offline until 2:00 AM."
Zhao Wen turned toward Han Yue. "You're clear to move. Take your time."
Han Yue nodded and opened the car door. She moved like wind—calm but swift—her footsteps making no sound as she stepped into her father's legacy.
No hesitation. No guilt.
Only purpose.
Inside Han Jade Company
The grand lobby, usually so bustling with footsteps and whispers of jade deals, was now dead silent.
Han Yue moved leisurely, as if she owned the place. Her gaze swept over everything—from ornamental potted trees to jade display pieces. She walked into conference rooms, the boardroom, executive offices, even the president's private tea chamber, where she helped herself to several rare antique tea sets and a thousand-year-old sandalwood chair.
All of it vanished with a flick of her fingers—swept into the growing space of the jade amulet she wore like a red mole on her wrist.
Jade beads, carvings, raw stones, framed certificates, marketing samples, gift boxes, safes filled with valuables—gone.
She didn't speak. There was no need.
She was not here to be subtle.
The Boutiques & Warehouses
They moved next to the boutique stores attached to the company wing. Rows of glass shelves glittered under dim night lights, filled with limited-edition jewelry collections and one-of-a-kind jade sculptures meant for auctions.
Gone.
The deeper they went into the warehouse, the more extravagant the haul became: crates of raw jadeite, unpolished boulders imported from Burma, and rows of valuable accessories in waiting.
Han Yue's spiritual sense buzzed with each intake. The amulet space grew and grew. Though she couldn't enter it mid-collection, she could feel the space pulsing, expanding with every chunk of jade absorbed, its soil and stream rippling somewhere far away.
Behind her, Secretary Wen led the way wordlessly. He never looked back, never questioned what she was doing or where everything was going. He was trained for this—loyal to the Young Master, silent to a fault.
After nearly an hour of walking through every floor, storehouse, and hallway, not even a decorative vase was left behind.
When she finished sweeping the last manager's office, Han Yue dusted off her gloved hands and smiled under her mask.
"That's everything," she said softly. "Let's go home."
Back at the Mansion
The drive home was equally silent.
Once back in her room, Han Yue changed into her soft night pajamas, brushed her hair lazily, and curled into bed.
She slept soundly—like a good girl who studied at the library all day.
The Next Morning
Downstairs, the family was already seated for breakfast.
The fragrant smell of steamed buns and congee filled the air. The maids served dishes with a warm smile, none the wiser that their Eldest Miss had just emptied an entire corporation the night before.
Han Yue walked down looking soft and obedient, dressed in a pale yellow summer dress. Her hair was tied loosely, and she even greeted everyone with a small nod. "Good morning."
The atmosphere at the table was mostly calm… until Han Jiaojiao spoke, voice deceptively casual.
"Where did you run off to yesterday, sister? You weren't home all day."
Han Yue tilted her head, eyes wide with confusion. "The library," she answered without pause. "School starts next week, and I didn't want to embarrass the Han family if I can't keep up in class."
Madam Lin, who was mid-sip of soup, beamed. "Good child. Study hard. Don't shame our name."
Han Jifu, their father, sat at the head of the table reading the news on his tablet. He grunted in vague approval.
But then—
Ring! Ring!
His phone buzzed loudly.
He frowned and picked up. "What is it?"
Then silence.
A long, dreadful pause.
He suddenly stood up so fast his chair fell backward with a loud crack.
"What do you mean the company was ransacked?! Not even a chair left?!"
Everyone at the table turned sharply.
Han Yue blinked innocently and reached for her bowl of rice.
Han Jiaojiao, meanwhile, froze—then quickly forced a smile as if she'd misheard something.
But Han Yue? She simply took a bite of her tofu and said nothing.
Full-Scale Investigation
Upon arriving at the Han Jade Company headquarters, Han Jifu found the entire building empty—every office stripped bare, even the carpets gone.
He had no choice but to call the police.
By noon, the entire compound was cordoned off. Forensics teams, police dogs, detectives, and IT specialists flooded the building, sweeping for fingerprints, footprints, any trace of who had done this.
At 10:47 PM, the tech team finally uncovered suspicious CCTV footage showing 10 people loitering around the building between 10 PM and 11 PM the previous night.
All wore black clothes and black shoulder bags. They moved with practiced ease—and shockingly, they entered using an official company access card.
An inside job.
The police began interrogating employees and demanded tech support trace whose access card had been used.
Meanwhile, the media caught wind of the chaos.
Viral News Frenzy
By evening, every major news channel was broadcasting:
"Han Jade Company Robbed Clean Overnight—Not Even a Chair Left!"
"The Biggest Jade Enterprise in the City Completely Emptied! Was It an Inside Job?"
Social media exploded. The Han family name trended online, reporters crowding the mansion gates.
Inside the living room, Madam Lin, Jiaojiao, and Brother Jun sat stunned, eyes wide, mouths open.
Even Jiaojiao was at a loss for words—momentarily.
Upstairs in her room, Han Yue scrolled through the news with an amused smile, sipping fruit tea.
A few moments later, her phone rang. It was Secretary Wen.
"Miss Han," he said calmly, "we've completed the investigation on the group Jiaojiao hired last night. The man she gave your access card to… was her biological father. Name: Xu Jianguo."
Han Yue raised an eyebrow.
"He then called in some of his old associates. Ten of them total. They were only supposed to grab a few bags of jade—but greed made them sweep the entire place."
"What about the CCTV shutdown?" she asked.
"All secure. No trace. The only abnormal footage is at 10 PM when they used your access card. I recommend you don't touch that card on your desk—it still has fingerprints. The police may try to use it as proof against you."
"And the video of Jiaojiao sneaking into my room?"
"Ready whenever you say. Shall we wait until they accuse you publicly?"
Han Yue smiled. "Exactly. Let's wait until I'm the villain. Then let's burn the script."
Livestream Chaos
Feeling it was too quiet, Han Yue decided to go live again.
Her livestream exploded within minutes—2.4 million viewers.
Netizens bombarded her with questions.
👤 [SwordFishGossip101]: YO YO YO SHE'S LIVE SHE'S LIVE
👤 [GoddessHanStan4Eva]: QUEEN!! Are you okay?! Is it true the company got looted?!
👤 [RichKidDetective🔍]: Bro even the toilets are gone 💀💀💀
👤 [TeaSpillerLuna☕]: GIRL DID UR FAMILY GET ROBBED FR OR IS THIS PR FOR A DRAMA?
👤 [ZhangFromFinance]: Wtf even the jade Buddha statue?! That thing weighs 300kg!
Han Yue blinked innocently and tilted her head. "Oh? You're talking about the news? Hmm… I saw my dad this morning. He got a phone call and ran out in a panic. I don't know what happened~"
Her voice was soft, as if she truly was clueless.
The comments flooded in:
👤 [ConspiracyKween99]: …Wait, she really doesn't know?
👤 [DramaRadar🔥]: Bro she's EITHER innocent af or playing 5D chess.
👤 [HanYueMyWife💍]: Goddess, blink twice if you robbed the vault 😳
👤 [ActualLawStudent]: Bro y'all this is an active investigation be careful with your words LMFAO
Then—
KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.
Everyone heard it. The audio was crystal clear.
"Miss Han Yue, open the door. We are from the city police department. We need to ask you some questions."
The chat went absolutely insane.
👤 [JadeKarma666]: OMGOMGOMG THE POLICE IS AT HER DOOR??
👤 [NotYourAverageDetective]: 🎤 DROP EVERYTHING IT'S HAPPENING
👤 [HotPotPrince🍲]: WAHHHH WHY DOES THIS FEEL LIKE A DRAMA PREMIERE
Han Yue blinked, stood up, and padded to the door in her soft bunny slippers. "M-me? Why?"
"You are suspected of colluding with thieves to steal from your family company."
Han Yue's lips parted. "I—I would never do such a thing to my family…"
👤 [SharpEyedSis👀]: SHE'S SO INNOCENT LOOK AT THOSE EYES OMG
👤 [PettyBishVibes]: Not Jiaojiao setting her up again I BET 💅
👤 [HanJiaojiaoAnti#001]: If that fake daughter speaks again I'm throwing hands
Right then—CRASH.
The door burst open and in stormed Han Jiaojiao, red-faced and wild-eyed.
"YOU GREEDY THIEF!!" she screamed on camera, finger stabbing through the air. "You're not satisfied with your inheritance, your gifts, or the fifty million yuan we gave you?! You had to go and ROB OUR COMPANY TOO?!"
👤 [PlotTwistPenguin🐧]: 💀💀💀 NOT THIS DRAMA HAPPENING LIVE
👤 [StarlightGrapes]: She said FIFTY MILLION? Girl I wouldn't steal either if I had that
👤 [TeamHanYue🦋]: WHY IS JIAOJIAO SCREAMING LIKE A VILLAIN IN A DOG BLOOD NOVEL
👤 [Bystander69]: Wait. That's her SISTER???
Han Yue looked stunned, eyes wide and brimming with tears. "I-I don't even know what you're talking about…"
The chat raged.
👤 [SimpDetective]: She's clearly being set up! WHERE'S THE EVIDENCE?!
👤 [TruthSeeker88]: I demand CCTV, DNA testing, and a lie detector test STAT
👤 [BitterMelonSpirit🌿]: Real talk… Han Jiaojiao always starts drama when Han Yue gets popular
The police began asking Han Yue about her whereabouts.
"I went to the library. I told the maid," she said calmly. "The driver took me and brought me home before noon."
Verification came fast—the maid and driver confirmed it.
But Jiaojiao wasn't finished.
"LOOK!" she shouted, pointing to Han Yue's desk. "That's the access card she used!"
Everyone on stream saw the white and gold company card sitting there untouched.
The police exchanged looks. One used gloves to carefully bag it for fingerprints.
"We're taking this as evidence. For now, Miss Han Yue, you're still a suspect. Please do not leave the premises."
And then… silence.
Han Yue looked down, trembling ever so slightly. Her voice soft. "I didn't do anything…"
👤 [ImNotCryingYouAre]: OMG HER EYES ARE RED I'M GOING TO FIGHT SOMEONE
👤 [HanYueInnocenceSquad💗]: We STAN a falsely accused queen
👤 [GossipUnclesAnonymous]: I'm saving this livestream. Bookmarking this. Rewatching this.
👤 [WeNeedJustice]: If she's innocent and someone set her up... I want their head.
As the police left, the stream continued rolling.
Han Yue remained in frame, silent, almost sorrowful.
But in her heart, she was calm.
She was waiting.
Waiting for the right moment.
The moment the public accused her.
And then—the video of Jiaojiao sneaking into her room, access card in hand, would surface.