Chapter 109

Song Tiancheng sometimes felt.

Life really was ridiculous.

Fake friends, sworn brothers;

Exchanging favors, enjoying themselves immensely.

But when real trouble came, where did all those so-called brothers go?

He smoked three cigarettes in a row.

His hand involuntarily reached into his pocket.

But he ultimately suppressed it with astonishing willpower.

He couldn't stay in the study too long—his wife was outside; he couldn't smoke too much, or Bai Jiaojiao would worry.

Song Tiancheng roughly rubbed his face.

For the first time, the usually refined man swore aloud.

"Fuck your mother, you bitch!"

This wasn't just Leng Wanqiu acting alone—behind it, the An Family and Lin Family were likely stoking the flames.

Song Tiancheng didn't know the exact reasons.

But there was no need to know.

In business, it was always the same old things…

Song Tiancheng straightened his appearance, forcing himself to look energetic, showing not a trace of despair.

Then he had to hurry to the company.

He'd hold together as much as he could.

…

Felt great!

Really felt great!

Leng Wanqiu sat in her office, listening to her secretary Lin's report, feeling utterly satisfied.

Almost at climax…

The Song Family had, in an extremely short time,

Suddenly been abandoned by all, struggling to move forward in the business circle.

Leng Wanqiu's strike was undeniably powerful.

This profound sense of her own strength made Leng Wanqiu even more confident, more certain that everything was under her control.

She suddenly felt intrigued.

She picked up her phone.

Sent a message to Song Mo's email.

"Song Mo, did you get my surprise?"

Just like before.

The message, along with the hundreds sent earlier, remained unread.

Leng Wanqiu learned that Song Mo had just left Modu yesterday.

So…

He probably didn't know about the Song Family's upheaval yet?

Better that way.

Leng Wanqiu found it even more interesting.

When Song Mo finally learns the truth, what a fascinating expression he'll wear?

"The real show's just beginning. The people I've bribed in the Song Group can now be called to turn against them."

"Hmm, wait! Don't rush."

"Song Tiancheng is probably busy trying to hold onto loyalty, preventing internal collapse."

"Let him scramble first. Once he's exhausted, then let them turn—now that's the most fun…"

"Heh, since my son's away, I'll teach his father a lesson first."

Leng Wanqiu's bulky body slumped over the recliner.

Her tone was languid.

Her posture, equally slack.

Dressed in a black tailored, oversized suit, she looked from afar like a packaged lump of premium fatty oil—so fat it oozed.

Put in a pot, she'd yield a whole vat of grease…

…

Song Mo, of course, knew nothing of what had happened to the Song Family.

Song Tiancheng had hidden it well.

Only Bai Jiaojiao sensed something amiss.

But she was fundamentally very perceptive.

She didn't press for answers, but investigated privately.

As for Song Wanrou, having never been involved in the family's business, she was even less aware of the Song Family's current situation.

On the contrary, An Yinuo and Lin Weiwei, who had just returned to the country, were the first to learn that Leng Wanqiu had already begun to suppress the Song Group.

The two women's first reactions were identical!

Pure delight!

Isn't this a perfect opportunity to show myself off!

Song Mo has never forgiven them.

This time, the Song Family is truly in crisis.

If they can actively help the Song Family through this crisis, Song Mo will surely be moved.

That tiny movement is a good beginning!

Then there will be a chance to reconcile with Song Mo!

An Yinuo and Lin Weiwei both wanted to seize this opportunity.

But no surprise—they're plastic best friends.

Both of them failed.

Because An Chenglan and Lin Haisheng refused.

Lin Weiwei was directly scolded by Lin Haisheng.

"Lin Weiwei! You are my daughter!"

"Look at yourself! When you said you wanted to study medicine, did I force you into business? Now you say you don't want to be a doctor, yet you spend your days doing nothing!"

"You were born into the Lin Family—you truly have rights and advantages most ordinary people don't!"

"But remember this, Miss Lin Weiwei! When you enjoy the benefits and conveniences your family provides, you must contribute and sacrifice for it!"

"I don't ask you to sacrifice—I just ask that when it matters, you don't cause me trouble, okay?"

Lin Haisheng, usually so gentle, spoke these words to Lin Weiwei.

Lin Weiwei's eyes immediately turned red.

She, always emotionally stable, ran straight out of the house.

Lin Haisheng didn't chase her; instead, he shouted after her back:

"Weiwei! When will you ever grow up!"

"Who when young doesn't like handsome guys and beautiful girls?"

"But you can play around all you want! If you pay too high a price for it, that's your own stupidity! After you've played enough, you'll still need to marry someone of equal status!"

"Hey! Don't run off so fast! Did you hear what I said?"

Watching Lin Weiwei disappear into the distance, Lin Haisheng sighed helplessly.

…

An Yinuo suffered nearly the same fate.

An Chenglan spoke to her gently:

"Yinuo, it's not that I won't agree—it's just that I have my own difficulties…"

"Look, everything you eat, wear, drink, and use comes from me. Shouldn't you sometimes understand my difficulties?"

"I know you've always been sensible—you rarely make me worry, study hard at school, never hang out with bad company, and even spend money more modestly than a daughter of Modu's richest family should."

"Since you've always been obedient—"

"Then this time, will you just listen to me?"

An Yinuo pouted, hurt.

"No."

She had finally gotten this chance—why wouldn't her father help Song Mo? Was profit really that important?

An Chenglan's expression froze.

After a moment, he sighed helplessly:

"Yinuo, listen to me!"

An Yinuo stubbornly replied:

"No!"

An Chenglan tried to coax her again, but no matter what, An Yinuo refused to give in, like a stubborn ox.

"Listen to me!" An Chenglan grew frustrated and shouted without thinking.

Immediately after, he regretted it.

An Yinuo stared at An Chenglan in disbelief.

"You yelled at me?"

An Yinuo felt heartbroken, suddenly overwhelmed with shame—she turned and rushed into her room, locking the door.

An Chenglan wanted to go comfort her.

But he couldn't bring himself to lower his pride.

"Forget it—kids. They'll forget in a couple days."

An Chenglan comforted himself.

…

Regarding everything happening in Modu,

regarding the Song Family's plight,

Song Mo was naturally unaware.

His phone had been taken away.

After arriving in Beijing, he entered the Forbidden City.

Entry required a body search, and electronic devices were forbidden.

Song Mo understood this.

He had a rough idea of what he was meant to do.

These past few days, Song Mo has been very busy, yet somehow also very idle.

All he did each day was keep an old man company, chat a little, and help pass the time.

Along the way, he'd check on the old man's health…

(End of chapter)