Shallow Bay!
The elite district of Xiangjiang!
Number 68 Shallow Bay, the Chen family villa!
Even though it was already midnight, the villa was still brightly lit.
Chen Yulong, the head of the Chen family, sat on the sofa with a grim expression, staring at Chen Feiyang, who was kneeling on the floor.
"Is the story really as you said?" he asked, tilting his head slightly to look at Chen Feiyu, who was standing beside him.
Chen Feiyu nodded. He had questioned Chen Feiyang and the other two separately, and their stories were all more or less the same.
"Yes, Dad. He just went a little too far with his words..."
Chen Yulong gave a slight nod.
The saying goes that the marketplace is a battlefield, where one wrong move can lead to irreversible ruin. When he received his eldest son’s call, he had been furious. His disappointing younger son had gotten into trouble again, and this time, it was big trouble.
Chen Yulong had lost count of how many times he had to clean up Chen Feiyang’s messes. After every lecture, his son would make empty promises, swearing he would never do it again...
But in the end...
Chen Yulong let out a long sigh.
"Have you finished investigating the person who was with Sicong?"
Hearing this, Chen Feiyu’s expression grew grave. "We’ve only found a tiny bit of information!"
"Hm?" Chen Yulong’s brow furrowed at his words.
After all, the Chen family was one of the most prominent families in Xiangjiang. Investigating someone should have been a simple matter.
"Tell me. What’s his background?"
Chen Feiyu hesitated for a moment before speaking slowly, "Su Chen, 24 years old. He came to Xiangjiang on Sicong’s private jet. It seems Sicong flew him here personally. He owns an investment firm called Yunmengze. A few of his traders came with him to Xiangjiang, and they are currently in a VIP room at Citibank."
"That’s it?" Chen Yulong’s frown deepened.
"Dad, we don’t have much influence on the mainland, so we couldn’t dig up much more. Plus, we’re short on time..." Chen Feiyu quickly explained.
Chen Yulong recalled what Chen Feiyu had said earlier—about how Sicong treated that Su Chen with unusual respect. He knew there was more to this than met the eye.
"Aren’t you on good terms with Sicong? Give him a call and ask."
"At this hour..."
Chen Feiyu was about to say it was too late, but seeing Chen Yulong’s dark expression, he quickly pulled out his phone and called Sicong.
He called three times in a row, but no one answered.
Gritting his teeth, Chen Feiyu was about to dial a fourth time when he received a text message. It was from Sicong.
"Don’t bother calling me. I can only tell you one thing: your entire Chen family combined isn’t enough to play against him. You’d better think hard about how you’re going to apologize tomorrow!"
"This..." Seeing the message, Chen Feiyu was completely stunned.
Chen Yulong, still on the sofa, noticed something was wrong and quickly asked, "Feiyu, what is it?"
"Dad... look!" With an ugly expression, Chen Feiyu handed him the phone.
Taking the phone and reading the message, Chen Yulong began to tremble uncontrollably. He looked at Chen Feiyang kneeling on the floor and roared in fury, "I’ll kill you, you prodigal son!"
He threw the phone aside, stormed into the study, and emerged moments later with a horsewhip. He began to furiously lash Chen Feiyang, who was still kneeling on the floor.
"AHH—Dad... I was wrong... Dad... stop hitting me... Brother, help me..."
His shrill screams echoed through the night in Shallow Bay.
What a scene. A fatherly beating for the ages.
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