Chen Yinuo understood.

But not entirely.

Even with her limited knowledge, she knew what the term "honey trap" meant.

There was no mistaking the kind of situation it implied.

However, Pang Jun's subtlety made it clear that this was not something she should press further. Pang Jun obviously didn't want to elaborate.

"Calm down. Don't let yourself panic! If you're innocent, there will definitely be a way out. Things might not be as bad as you think. Justice prevails in the end. And even if the worst happens, I don't believe Ye will stand by and let you go to prison on false charges!" Chen Yinuo said firmly.

Her words warmed Pang Jun's heart.

Just as he was about to respond—

"Save it," Chen Yinuo cut him off. "Rest for now. I'll call Ye and get him to the office immediately!"

"Alright."

With a dry throat, Pang Jun nodded.

Even if Chen Yinuo didn't call Ye Chen, Pang Jun would have to.

Not to ask for help, but to at least explain things to him.

As Pang Jun nodded, Chen Yinuo swiftly left.

Returning to her office, she quickly dialed Ye Chen's number.

"Ye, where are you?" Chen Yinuo asked.

"Where else? At home, of course. Why?"

Pausing his design work for the hillside villa project, Ye Chen chuckled.

"Come to the office now. Fast!" Chen Yinuo urged.

"Huh? What happened?"

Ye Chen's smile faded.

He stood up from his chair and left his study.

"Didn't I tell you yesterday about Pang Jun dating someone? That woman might have been sent by his ex-boss to set him up. He's fallen for it, and now they're blackmailing him—demanding the formula for Wuxia Cream. If he refuses, they'll destroy his reputation and send him to prison. I don't know all the details yet, but he plans to resign to avoid dragging Yi Ren Ru Xue down with him," Chen Yinuo explained.

"Got it. I'm on my way."

Ye Chen grabbed the keys to his Mercedes G-Class as he left the house.

His face remained calm.

He had faced greater storms in his two lifetimes—this was nothing.

But Pang Jun's ex-boss using such tactics was unexpected.

About an hour later—

Ye Chen's Mercedes G-Class arrived at Yi Ren Ru Xue.

He walked straight to Pang Jun's office without letting Chen Yinuo follow.

"Ye!"

In the office, Pang Jun stood immediately upon seeing Ye Chen.

Despite the time that had passed, his face was still pale.

He couldn't even meet Ye Chen's eyes.

Closing the door behind him, Ye Chen said calmly, "Relax. Yinuo explained the situation. Even if you have to hand over the formula, I won't let you be wrongfully imprisoned. Now, tell me everything in detail."

"Alright."

Hearing Ye Chen's reassurance, Pang Jun's eyes welled up, but he nodded.

On the office sofa—

Pang Jun held nothing back, explaining everything from the day he met Lin Mengxi until now.

Unlike with Chen Yinuo, he was completely transparent with Ye Chen.

However, he avoided mentioning Lin Mengxi's name, referring to her only as "that woman."

"Ye, this is my fault. I should have been more careful. Looking back, it was too good to be true. A beautiful woman suddenly approached me at a bar—my exact type. It was suspicious from the start. I'm not that handsome or charming. Why would someone like that approach me? If she knew I was Yi Ren Ru Xue's VP, it makes sense. But that just proves she had ulterior motives."

"I was foolish. Too naïve and full of myself."

After explaining everything, Pang Jun bitterly laughed at himself.

"But Ye, I've made up my mind. I won't give her the formula. Even if I wanted to protect myself, I can't destroy Yi Ren Ru Xue. Without the exclusive formula, we'll lose to big brands. The company could suffer billions in losses. I can't let that happen."

"So if she wants to press charges, let her. I'll take the fall, even if I have to spend a few years in prison. When I get out, if you're willing, I'll work for you again. But I won't let her win. Knowing you'd trade the formula for my sake means a lot. But you can't sacrifice the company for me."

As he spoke, Pang Jun's complexion improved.

With renewed resolve, his anxiety faded.

"She gave me three hours. Time's almost up. If she calls the police, they'll come straight here."

Pang Jun stood up and walked to his desk.

He picked up his resignation letter and pen.

"Ye, sign it. I don't want to drag the company down. Leaving will minimize the damage. You just recovered from your last crisis—this can't happen again."

"Do you think I'd sign this?" Ye Chen shook his head sternly.

"It's just temporary. I can rejoin later," Pang Jun forced a smile.

At that moment—

Pang Jun's cracked phone suddenly rang.

The three-hour deadline had arrived.

On the shattered screen, the caller ID read "Little Cutie."

"It's her?"

Ye Chen raised an eyebrow, noticing Pang Jun's sudden change in expression.

"Yes, it's her." Hatred flickered in Pang Jun's eyes.

"Put it on speaker," Ye Chen instructed.

"Alright."