Chapter 279: Lin Shutong Is Not Only a Gold Digger but Also Carries Disease

Coach Ke didn't reply to her.

Jiang Lai set down her phone, exchanged goodnight wishes with Mo Yi, then went into the bedroom, took a shower, and lay down on the bed.

This bedroom was hers alone, belonging only to her.

Jiang Lai pulled out her phone, selected a few photos, and posted them to her Moments.

The caption: New home.

Soon people were liking and commenting, even chatting among themselves in the comments, including Mr. Soren.

Mr. Soren also sent her a private congratulatory message, mentioning that his current partner was Fu Youlin.

Jiang Lai already knew that Star Universe Technology had been taken over by Fu Youlin.

However, Fu Youlin really was two different people online and offline—more lively in person, with a touch more steadiness in his online speech.

Jiang Lai set down her phone, picked up the copy of "A Brief History of Humankind" that Ke Zhongyu had given her, flipped through two pages, and fell asleep.

That night, she slept soundly.

Shen Xun suffered terribly.

When he woke up, his whole body was dehydrated, his throat so dry he could barely make a sound, and the weather outside the window seemed to be working against him—the sun had come out.

The winter sun was just as blinding.

Xie Yongsi saw him prop himself up into a sitting position and immediately went over to ask, "Brother Xun, how are you?"

Shen Xun parted his lips but made no sound.

Xie Yongsi hurried to pour some water and brought it over; even after moistening his throat, Shen Xun could only produce a faint voice.

Xie Yongsi sighed and sighed again, advising earnestly, "Brother Xun, why put yourself through this? I heard Jiang Lai moved out of here—is it because of that?"

Shen Xun's face was ashen.

Xie Yongsi: "She's just a woman, Brother Xun. Whether it's Lin Shutong or Jiang Lai, you shouldn't be tripped up by two women."

Shen Xun fell silent for a long while, then lifted his gaze to Xie Yongsi, his hoarse voice as if filled with a handful of grit: "Yongsi, go get a physical when you have time, so I can have peace of mind."

"What?"

"Lin Shutong didn't go abroad to do research—she was moving between various men. She caught a disease, and I've been infected too."

"Fuck?!!!" Xie Yongsi shot up from the bedside, his whole body feeling wrong, momentarily unsure whether to curse Lin Shutong or panic about whether he himself was okay.

Shen Xun: "It's not HIV, it's syphilis. The probability of everyday transmission is low, but you should still go get checked. I'll cover the physical exam costs."

Xie Yongsi: "Who the fuck wants your exam money? Lin Shutong, that woman... fuck!"

He had the young master of the Xie Family cursing in colorful language.

"This fucking... not only drained your money, but also fucked up your health, right?" Xie Yongsi suddenly remembered that day at the hospital—Lin Shutong hadn't let him see the report and had left in a hurry.

Xie Yongsi pulled out his phone and saw quite a few messages from Lin Shutong, all just asking him to plead with Shen Xun on her behalf, to help her.

He replied with a single "Get lost," then swiftly blocked and deleted her.

At the same time, he posted about the matter in a group chat full of rich second-generation kids killing time in A City, telling them that if they ever encountered a woman named Lin Shutong, none of them should fall for it—she wasn't just a gold digger, she also carried disease.

Only after sending it did he feel slightly vented.

"Brother Xun, you don't need to worry about me. I get a physical every six months." Xie Yongsi finally understood why Shen Xun looked so haggard.

His white moonlight hadn't just drained him of his fortune—she'd also cost him his career and his wife.

"Brother Xun, take this time to rest and recover. I'll talk to the Xie Group and have you start after New Year's Day."

Shen Xun nodded: "Mm."

He pulled out his phone, found Lu Hongyuan's number, and dialed it in front of Xie Yongsi.

Lu Hongyuan was a capitalist, and ultimately he couldn't go head-to-head with him. Before, as the president of Star Universe Technology, he could still clash with the capitalists, but now, with no power or status whatsoever, he could only politely decline.

Lu Hongyuan on the other end paused, then continued: "President Shen, you can think it over more carefully. Any conditions are on the table, and there's no rush."

Shen Xun's voice was very hoarse: "Thank you, President Lu, for your regard. My current health doesn't allow for high-intensity work, and my mother's side also needs me to spend more time looking after her. I'm sorry, President Lu."

Lu Hongyuan: "Have you really decided?"

Shen Xun: "I've decided."

Lu Hongyuan: "You plan to go to the Xie Group? The mid-level management positions and salary at the Xie Group would be too low for President Shen, wouldn't they?"

Shen Xun: "For now, I want to prioritize my health and family."

The conversation couldn't be called acrimonious, but Shen Xun sensed that Lu Hongyuan was somewhat displeased.

Xie Yongsi asked: "Which President Lu?"

Shen Xun: "Yuan Shu Technology. Lu Hongyuan is also one of Lin Shutong's bed partners."

Xie Yongsi: "..."

He wanted to throw up.

After knowing her all these years, he hadn't seen that Lin Shutong was such low-class trash.

On the other side.

Lu Hongyuan, having hung up the phone, was indeed displeased. He instantly pulled a long face and asked his secretary: "Have you found out about the trial? Shen Xun refusing me definitely isn't because of family reasons—the Shen Family is at the time when they need money the most."

"The detailed information from the court is only what we've found so far: Lin Shutong was ordered to return 120 million in research funding, plus the car, house, jewelry, and so on that Shen Xun had gifted her after she returned to the country."

"All 120 million ordered to be returned?" Lu Hongyuan said. "Wasn't there a contract? Is Zhong Poqian that formidable? Even if the contract was invalid, the research funding couldn't possibly be fully returned—there must have been other loopholes they caught. Look into who attended the trial that day, and pick someone with no connection to either Shen Xun or Jiang Lai to make inquiries."

After Lu Hongyuan's secretary made inquiries, she chose a person named Luo Jiaai. This woman had gone that day with her younger sister and was likely just there to observe the proceedings.

When the secretary found Luo Jiaai, she discovered someone had already gotten there first.

A car with B City license plates was parked downstairs.

It was Gu Sen and Gu Hui.

The two arrived at Luo Jiaai's home carrying gifts. Luo Jiaai saw that they were dressed appropriately and had kind faces, so she agreed to let them in, though she had no good tea leaves at home and could only serve them plain boiled water.

Luo Jiaai sat down and asked: "Mr. Gu, why are you inquiring about the trial?"

Gu Sen nodded politely to the other party: "My son has recently become infatuated with a woman named Lin Shutong. I heard that Lin Shutong recently has a case, but I couldn't find out the specific details. I'm a bit worried my son might be taken advantage of, which is why I came to disturb you. I hope you don't mind."

As soon as Luo Jiaai heard Lin Shutong's name, she couldn't help but want to roll her eyes, but the person in front of her was an elder, so she held it back—though not entirely.

"It seems Lin Shutong's target is the young masters of wealthy families. She coaxed Jiang Lai's husband into spending a hundred and twenty million in research funding on her even after they were married, along with cars, houses, and jewelry. But none of that money went toward anything proper—it was used to dress in gold and silver and keep men."

Gu Sen said sternly: "What do you mean?"

"Uncle, you absolutely must talk your son out of this. There are more photos of this woman being intimate with men than you can count, and who knows whether she has some kind of disease. I can tell your family is either rich or noble—don't let it all be ruined at this woman's hands." Luo Jiaai recounted the matter of the trial.

Gu Sen's expression grew increasingly ugly as he listened.

He also caught something else from Luo Jiaai's words—she was speaking up for Jiang Lai at every turn.

"Does Ms. Luo know Jiang Lai?"

Luo Jiaai nodded: "Yes, I know her."

Gu Sen: "Then could I trouble you to tell me more about Jiang Lai?"

Luo Jiaai looked wary: "Why? Didn't you come to ask about that homewrecker Lin? Why are you now asking about Jiang Lai?"