“System, you need to confirm one thing for me: the fact that my sister isn’t biological… my parents do know, right?”
“Let me tell you, I’m someone who goes way over the line when I do things.”
“If I end up doing something over the line with my sister and it gives my parents a heart attack that kills them, I’ll make sure to destroy you!”
[Whimper whimper. The System is wholeheartedly thinking for the Host, and yet you doubt me!]
[Please rest assured, Host. Your parents, your grandfather, all your elder uncles and aunties—they all know Bai Ruoxi is not your biological sister. You’re the only one who didn’t.]
“Damn, as long as they know, then I’m relieved!”
[The System informs the Host: Last night, Sister already kissed you. Safe to partake!]
“??? The hell? You mean last night?”
“Damn, why am I getting excited about this? I’m such a pervert! Fuck!”
Bai Jinghong shook his head vigorously. He couldn’t keep thinking about this. For now, the main focus was messing with the protagonist. The female lead destined for Ye Chen in the script still hadn’t been conquered.
Eating his breakfast, Bai Jinghong was also contemplating matters regarding Ye Chen.
After that incident at the Five-Star Hotel, Ye Chen had met Yun Mengxi.
Following that came visiting his younger sister’s grave and swearing revenge before her tombstone.
So, by this calculation, Ye Chen would have already had his people investigate the murderers from four years ago.
After that, it would be a simultaneous course of building his career, wooing women, and exacting revenge.
After the meal, Bai Jinghong went out alone.
He was currently targeting Yun Mengxi, so bringing Shen Yaoyao and the others wasn’t suitable.
Last night had been the best opportunity, but Bai Jinghong had miscalculated himself.
If the two of them had gone to a hotel last night, Bai Jinghong wasn’t exaggerating when he said: four days at most, and Yun Mengxi would be hopelessly in love with him.
Leaving the estate, Bai Jinghong first stopped by the corporation.
After spending the morning at the corporation, he thought about finding an excuse to swing by and see Yun Mengxi.
Just as he was about to head out, Ah Kun suddenly called in with a report.
“Young Master, latest news: that Underworld Win Group previously put up for judicial auction, the one belonging to Chen Lin? Someone bought it today.”
“Huh? Who?” Bai Jinghong was genuinely surprised by this news.
“It was Ye Chen!”
“Ye Chen?” Bai Jinghong paused. “You’re sure he was the one who bought it?”
“No mistake, Young Master. It’s Ye Chen. I’ve confirmed it multiple times. And now it’s being renamed to Dragon Morning Group.”
“He’s even arranged people to reconnect all the group’s previous business collaborations.”
Bai Jinghong pursed his lips, then couldn’t help but burst out laughing.
“Oh man, this is killing me.”
“Man proposes, God disposes, hahaha. Interesting. This Ye Chen really does live up to his acquired skills. His business talent is outstanding, too.”
Bai Jinghong genuinely wanted to double over laughing.
The trap-filled business plan he and Qin Chuchu had designed was originally meant for Chen Lin.
The goal was to make Chen Lin break down, over and over.
Fate intervened with Gu Tianming. The plan never even had time to take effect before Chen Lin lost his dog life.
He’d thought that plan was scrapped. Never expected someone would now buy the group.
And it was Ye Chen, that new-generation, smirk-faced Dragon Lord.
Truly, a piece of land can be passed down three generations—the people die, but the land remains!
Ye Chen was also an unlucky bastard, inheriting a pile of crap.
However, now that this Ye Chen had ascended to the Dragon Lord position, compared to self-made men like Chen Lin and Gu Tianming, his capital was obviously much thicker.
An instant evaporation of tens of billions wouldn’t cripple them.
But the stock price would plummet. He’d definitely be pissed off enough to choke.
Among Ye Chen’s specialties, besides being an occult Feng Shui Master, was his business genius.
Old Dad once said: Use magic to defeat magic!
The task of striking at and tormenting Ye Chen was left to him; business affairs, naturally, should be left to the person he thought most highly of.
Bai Jinghong immediately dialed Qin Chuchu’s number.
Soon, Qin Chuchu’s pleasant voice came through: “Jinghong, what’s up?”
“Chuchu, about what my mom talked to you about last time—how have you considered it?”
Bai Jinghong was naturally referring to having Qin Chuchu manage the corporation.
When he brought her home last time, Ji Qiuwan had also favored this idea.
Handing the Bai Corporation over to Qin Chuchu was extremely appropriate.
Qin Chuchu responded, “Mm. I’ve already submitted my resignation. I’ll be at the Bai Corporation tomorrow.”
“That’s fantastic. I have some other things today. I’ll come pick you up tomorrow!”
Qin Chuchu agreed. “Mm. Then… I’ll wait for you at the villa. You haven’t forgotten the door code, have you…”
Bai Jinghong chuckled slyly. “Even if I forgot my own name, I wouldn’t forget your door code!”
“Come on, give us a kiss!”
Qin Chuchu giggled, then made a “mua~” sound into the phone.
After hanging up, Bai Jinghong left the company directly.
…
At the same time, Ye Chen had also just left his newly renamed “Dragon Morning Group.”
He had already identified the murderers who killed his sister four years ago.
And among those who had humiliated him at the class reunion, one of them was among them!
And the biggest one at that—Bai Jinghong!
The Top Prodigal of Dragon Sea, with overwhelming power, trillions in assets, ruthless and merciless, incredibly sinister!
According to the Dragon Gate’s investigation, the secret boss behind Underworld Win Group, Chen Lin, was a member of the overseas Hell Organization.
And Gu Tianming, also the same.
Two powerhouses, both having had conflicts with Bai Jinghong, yet both had died!
Although there was no direct evidence pointing to Bai Jinghong, using your ass to think about it, everyone knew he was connected.
So, Ye Chen was also cautious and wouldn’t strike rashly.
“Little Nian, don’t worry. Brother will definitely use their heads to pay tribute to your soul in heaven!”
Walking along the street, Ye Chen looked up at the sky and made a secret vow.
Just then, however, an abrupt voice sounded out.
“Hey there, young friend. I see you’ve got a murderous glint between your brows, a black tinge to your forehead, a dull look in your eyes, cracked lips, parched tongue, and your primordial spirit is scattered. Surely a calamity of bloody disaster awaits you in the days to come!”
Ye Chen was taken aback and looked toward the source of the voice.
It was an old coot wearing sunglasses. The old coot was sitting cross-legged on the ground, with a piece of yellow silk cloth laid out before him.
On it were arranged red paper slips, fortune-telling sticks, copper coins, and a tortoise shell.
Ye Chen curled his lip disdainfully. “Street-corner charlatan. Those phrases are a dime a dozen. You trying to swindle me?”
Ye Chen was indeed full of contempt. When it came to the arts of occult Feng Shui and physiognomy, he had received the true teachings of the Old Dragon Master himself.
Con artists like this could maybe fool ordinary people, but they wanted to swindle him?
“Far from it, far from it!” The Old Fortune Teller shook his head, his face taking on a solemn expression as he raised a hand to make calculations.
“Young friend’s Destiny is indeed that of a dragon among men, but calamities are unavoidable. This is your fate. To break this tribulation, you must simply distance yourself from the mortal world and enter the monastic life!”
Ye Chen smirked. He was a little curious to see how this street swindler would try to fool him.
“Oh? Then, Master, can you calculate who will bring this calamity upon me?”
The Old Fortune Teller picked up the tortoise shell and began shaking it with a show of mystical ritual.
Then, two copper coins fell onto the yellow cloth.
The Old Fortune Teller began going through the motions of deep analysis, then started counting on his fingers again.
“This Old Taoist is destined to meet you. Today, I shall reduce my own lifespan by revealing the secrets of heaven to you, substituting them in a poem!”
Ye Chen laughed heartily. “Alright, give me your guidance!”
The Old Fortune Teller stroked his beard and murmured:
“Tonight, lodging at the West Tower, the dew breath threatens the starry river.”
“Moon Shadow Startles the Swan, and Thousand Mountains fall, many tombs remain.”
Hearing this, Ye Chen’s brow furrowed deeply, his eyes staring hard at the old man’s face.
Then, he suddenly clapped his hands and burst out laughing.
“Good, good, good! A fine performance you’ve put on!”
“Bai Jinghong sent you, didn’t he? Even composed a poem?”
“Thousand Mountains? Dragon Sea’s Thousand Mountains? Are you trying to say I’ll die there along with many others?”
“Ridiculous!”
