Wen Tailai hadn’t yet realized that Ye Chen had passed out.
He continued into the phone: “Dragon Lord, actually, there’s still some room to maneuver on this. After all, this is just the initial phase of investment.”
“As long as we pull the right strings, sell the bulk-purchased materials back for half price, and work our connections in the city government, it should still be manageable.”
“When I mentioned seventy billion, that was an estimated loss. But the project just started; it’s not necessarily a guaranteed loss of that amount.”
“I’ll go handle these things right away!”
Wen Tailai finished speaking in a rambling rush and hung up. Unfortunately, Ye Chen didn’t hear a word.
He was currently lying on the ground, still twitching.
Misfortune loves a fall guy. For whatever reason, as Ye Chen convulsed, his foot kicked the cabinet.
A pair of scissors placed on top happened to fall from the vibration.
During its descent, it struck a protruding drawer corner and was deflected, shooting straight towards Ye Chen’s crotch.
“Shink…”
“Oww~” Ye Chen was jolted awake by the pain, letting out a cry.
The subordinates outside rushed in: “Dragon Lord!”
Ye Chen’s vision went dark again as he looked at the scissors splayed open at his crotch, wanting to cry out but unable.
Thankfully, it was just a minor nick of an inch or two. Absolutely child’s play.
The subordinates stared in shock at Ye Chen, especially at the scissors at his crotch. They suddenly understood why the Dragon Lord had been so furious earlier.
None dared to speak, only thinking silently: “Dragon Lord, with proper care, it can last longer, really… it’s not worth cutting it off…”
“Get out!” Ye Chen roared, and all the subordinates retreated.
Left alone in the room, Ye Chen finally noticed the pattern.
Since getting out of prison, nothing had gone smoothly. Especially since his sister’s grave was dug up—things had only gotten worse.
It felt like his blood and qi were flowing in reverse, as if his Fate Aura was being suppressed.
His luck cut off, misfortune unending!
After calming down, he hurriedly grabbed his phone and dialed Wen Tailai again.
Wen Tailai answered quickly. Ye Chen spoke with urgency and severity: “Wen Tailai, did you personally go check my little sister’s grave?”
“Besides the stolen ashes, was there anything else?”
Ye Chen was, after all, well-versed in these matters. He quickly thought of evil talismans capable of “reversing Feng Shui.”
Just like he had destroyed the Wu Family’s Feng Shui before.
Wen Tailai stuttered nervously: “Dragon Lord, over there was… just a pile of dog shit left…”
“Damn!” Ye Chen cursed. “Did you dig deeper? I suspect that bastard Bai Jinghong placed a curse on me!”
“Go there immediately, take men, and figure this out for sure!”
Ye Chen was beside himself with rage. He raised his fist to slam the floor.
But the room, already trashed from his rampage, was a mess.
The spot where Ye Chen intended to hit the floor happened to land on shards of broken glass, causing him so much pain he almost broke down again.
After hanging up, Ye Chen leaned against the wall, utterly dejected.
Four years of Black Prison life had indeed made him much calmer.
Otherwise, after such a string of events, a normal person would already be in a “Center for the Study of the Mentally Abnormal.”
Ye Chen ran his hands frantically through his hair, suddenly feeling a profound emptiness, loneliness, and cold.
He missed Yun Mengxi. He missed Wen Chunyu. He wanted so badly to hold them, to feel their warmth.
And so Ye Chen took out his phone and dialed Yun Mengxi’s number.
This was a new, new, new number he’d acquired.
The call connected. He could hear Yun Mengxi’s gentle voice: “Hello…”
“Mengxi, it’s me, Ah Chen. Where are you now? I…”
“Click…”
Ye Chen froze. How could she hang up?
Bewildered, he dialed again, only to be met with a message: “Temporarily unavailable…”
“B-blacklisted… me? Why?”
Ye Chen’s mind buzzed.
Gritting his teeth, he dialed Wen Chunyu’s number.
No one answered at first. After a long moment, it connected.
“Hello!”
Wen Chunyu’s voice didn’t sound very spirited.
“Xiao Yu, it’s me, Ye Chen. Where are you now? I’ll come…”
“Click…”
“???”
Was Ye Chen dreaming? What was going on? Why did they hang up as soon as they heard his voice?
“What’s going on? WHAT IS GOING ON?!”
Ye Chen roared, finally breaking down. Tears streamed from his eyes.
He felt wronged. He felt stifled. When had he ever suffered such humiliation?
When he needed comfort the most, everyone seemed to despise him, avoiding him!
…
Meanwhile, Bai Jinghong, driving away, suddenly received a notification from the System.
[Congratulations, Host! Ye Chen has experienced a deep breakdown, neural disorder, and been bullied to tears. Exchange Points +2000!]
[Exchange Points upper limit raised to 10,000!]
[Additional reward: Gifted Qilin Kidney x1, Fetus-preserving Pill x1 (Cannot be consumed yet)!]
Hearing about the Qilin Kidney reward, Bai Jinghong felt a surge of joy.
Even just one was still a massive boost.
But what the hell was a Fetus-preserving Pill?
He didn’t have a child…
Bai Jinghong suddenly thought of something… Wen Chunyu.
He decisively checked his System Panel. As expected, Wen Chunyu’s name was no longer blurry and indistinct; it had become very clear.
This meant she was his woman!
Bai Jinghong felt it was a bit absurd. So fast?
Was it because of that unformed child?
After thinking for a moment, Bai Jinghong abruptly changed direction, heading towards Bay Villa District.
He had left too abruptly yesterday, and many things hadn’t been clearly explained.
Thinking back, he had been too cruel to Wen Chunyu.
Bai Jinghong trusted the System. Since the name was etched onto the panel, there could be no mistake.
At this very moment, in another villa within Bay Villa District, Wen Chunyu was sitting on the sofa, holding a cup of plain boiled water, lost in thought.
Normally, she drank alcohol, and her tolerance was quite good.
After all, as the Eldest Miss of Thunder Hall, she possessed at least some heroic spirit.
But since yesterday’s incident, her mind had inexplicably changed.
The wine she had poured out was dumped directly into the kitchen’s vegetable sink.
Then she refilled her cup with plain boiled water.
Just then, Wen Tailai walked in with a medical professional.
“Xiao Yu!” Wen Tailai called out.
The sound startled Wen Chunyu out of her reverie.
“Dad, why are you here?”
Seeing Wen Chunyu so dazed and constantly spacing out, Wen Tailai sighed with heartache.
Yesterday, after his Thunder Hall was attacked, he had rushed back home, worried sick about his daughter.
To his shock, he found six bodyguards dead and, inexplicably, the corpse of that old coot in the courtyard.
Wen Tailai was truly terrified, nearly collapsing on the spot.
He only had this one daughter. If anything happened to her, he would truly go smash his head against a wall.
When he found Wen Chunyu, she was lying in bed, lost in thought, her mental state very poor.
The entire room was a mess, covered in large amounts of blood.
Thankfully, Wen Chunyu herself was unharmed!
So today, he had invited the best internal and surgical doctor to give Wen Chunyu a full check-up.
Because of Ye Chen’s affairs, he had neglected his daughter, almost forgetting how she had been shutting herself in for days, constantly taking showers.
“Xiao Yu, I brought Dr. Wang to give you a check-up. Seeing you like this, I can’t be at ease!”
Wen Tailai gestured, and Dr. Wang brought his equipment over to Wen Chunyu.
“Miss Wen, don’t be nervous. Just a little blood draw for a test, and then I’ll ask you a few questions. Just answer them for me.”
Wen Chunyu didn’t refuse. She just nodded.
