Xu Mu was a bit surprised. He hadn't expected Song Luoluo to actually have that kind of video—wouldn't that spell the end for Chai Wang?
"How do you even have a video like that? Normally, rich men are extremely careful—they collect everyone's phones."
Xu Mu asked, curious.
Song Luoluo hesitated, then decided to tell him everything.
Back when she first got close to Chai Wang, she deliberately fawned over him and eventually hooked him.
They had "exchanged" that very day.
Naively, she thought it would be like with her previous two connections—either become a girlfriend or a kept woman—and her status would rise with the tide.
Only later did she realize she wasn't even qualified to be a mistress.
He just thought she was pretty and played with her, nothing more.
At a later gathering, she saw with her own eyes that Chai Wang was "playing" with other small-time starlets.
Sensing danger, she decided not to let the opportunity slip.
At one party, she hid a pinhole camera in her handbag.
She did hand over her phone, but because she had some connection to Chai Wang, the bodyguards didn't search her bag.
And that time, she happened to record that scene.
The little starlet had only been told to come drink with them, but when the topic turned, she refused even at the risk of death.
Chai Wang ordered his bodyguards to hold her down and forced her.
Afterward, he used the incident to threaten her. Later, that starlet committed suicide.
Song Luoluo had kept that video as her ace in the hole, hidden until now.
"Good. Once you have it, send it to me immediately. I won't sell you out."
Xu Mu told her.
Song Luoluo nodded. There had been more than a dozen men and women at that club, and the camera was hidden in her bag.
Chai Wang most likely wouldn't suspect her—after all, she was carrying his child; she had no "reason" to bring him down.
After she got out of the car, she let out a long sigh. Gods fight, mortals suffer.
Clearly, this was a clash between the Xu family and the Chai family—yet somehow she'd been dragged in.
She drove home, turning over her next steps in her mind.
If Chai Wang really went down, there was no way she could keep the baby.
Chai Family Manor
Chai Wang hurried back. Inside the villa, besides Fang Chu, there was a young man in a suit whose mouth bore a two-centimeter scar.
Seeing him, Chai Wang quickly bowed. "Young Master Dai, what brings the wind to my door?"
As one of the top businessmen in Yang City, he certainly knew Dai Dongyang's identity.
This one carried far more weight than Dai Xiao—rumor had it he was the Dai family's next patriarch.
"I heard you're moving against the Xu family, so I came."
Dai Dongyang lounged on the sofa, face haughty.
Fang Chu asked from the side, "Young Master Dai, what's your plan?"
"Simple. Aren't you a martial artist? Just kill Xu Shou's whole family and be done with it."
Dai Dongyang smiled.
Fang Chu's eyes narrowed, then he chuckled. "Young Master Dai, you're quite the joker. I don't plan on being hunted by the Cleaners and living like a rat in the dark."
He sneered inwardly. If not for wanting to borrow a knife to kill, he'd never cooperate with Dai Dongyang.
In the future, both the Dai family and the Nangong family would be obstacles—but everything had to be taken step by step.
"I'm not joking. You're on your own now—what are you afraid of?"
Hidden families had their own social circles. Being groomed as the Dai heir, Dai Dongyang had attended many such gatherings.
He had met Fang Chu before and knew Fang Chu had once been a scion of a hidden clan—
until that clan offended a sect figure and was destroyed, leaving only Fang Chu.
"Of course I'm afraid. If I belonged to a sect and stayed out of worldly affairs, I'd do it. But I still want to build my business—same as your Dai family."
Fang Chu glanced at Dai Dongyang. "Would your family dare attack the Xu family in the open? You think the Cleaners are vegetarians?"
"I never said in the open."
Dai Dongyang grinned. "What, you won't even give me this face?"
"No means no. I hear the Xu family has martial artists too. If we leave any trace, that's bad for me. I value myself."
Fang Chu was losing patience. He'd come because Dai Dongyang claimed to have a plan—
only to find the "plan" was to make him the fall guy. The Dai? What a joke.
"Why don't we just hire assassins?" Chai Wang added with a smile.
"Who's paying?" Dai Dongyang asked, still smiling.
"Me, of course."
Chai Wang cursed silently—so this was the setup.
Top-tier killers were expensive, and targeting a renowned business figure like Xu Shou would cost a fortune.
"Alright, I'll stop teasing. I do have a plan."
Dai Dongyang crossed one leg over the other. "In a few days, it'll be Nangong Ping's seventy-fifth birthday."
Fang Chu's face grew serious. "You want us to do it at the Nangong estate?"
"That's right. The Nangong family will likely invite the Xu family. More people makes it easier."
Dai Dongyang smiled.
Fang Chu's eyes narrowed. This guy was vicious.
If a famed philanthropist like Xu Shou died in the Nangong home, the Cleaners would definitely investigate them.
And a death on a birthday banquet? It would also imply the Nangong family was incompetent at even basic security.
Those business elites under Nangong protection—how would they feel?
With one move, Dai Dongyang could both eliminate the Xu family and weaken a rival, the Nangong clan—two birds, one stone.
"The Nangong are a hidden family. Killing someone on their grounds is a slap to their face—assassins won't easily get out alive."
Fang Chu mused.
"That's easy. Hire someone from the Top Ten of the Death Ranking."
Dai Dongyang laughed. "Our dear Master Chai has money."
Chai Wang's face darkened. They were really treating him like the patsy. But he didn't dare refuse.
At the same time—
In a certain village in Jiangbei Province, Ye Chen stepped out of an old house.
"Boss, did you find it?" asked Huang Qu, a half-grey, bearded man smoking by the door—Ye Chen's right-hand man.
"Only a few black-and-white photos," Ye Chen replied. Just then, his phone buzzed.
He checked it—Xiao Ran had sent several pictures.
He stared at them. The eyes that were usually calm as still water suddenly went wide.
"What is it?" Huang Qu asked.
"It's not that I don't share blood with Ye Tong. I share no blood with Ye TongorYe Yu."
Ye Chen's pupils shrank to pinpoints.
When his mother gave birth to Ye Yu, he and Ye Tong had both been at the hospital—Ye Yu was definitely his mother's daughter.
The records say Ye Tong and Ye Yu are biological sisters—so Ye Tong is also his mother's daughter.
Yet he had no blood relation to either of them.
That meant it wasn't just the mother—the father wasn't the same either.
"I… am the Ye family's adopted son," Ye Chen murmured.