Chapter 21: Strike and Revenge 2

The video footage kept rolling—inside the cafeteria of Hao Ya Media, Liu Yue was discussing the company's future with the elegant lady and the operations manager, while Shen Mo sat off to the side shooting the breeze with a beautiful internet-celebrity from the media company, coaxing her until she was trembling, the scenery utterly gorgeous.

(Damn, is this the life of a live-in son-in-law? Isn't this the life of a domineering CEO?) Shen Yilong's mouth twitched at seeing this bullet comment—no, even a domineering CEO doesn't live this well.

(Oh my god, this live-in son-in-law's life is way too happy—the wife earns money to support the family, and he chats with beauties.) (Envious, so envious.) (My defenses are shattered, shattered.) The footage rolled on again—inside a car, after walking all day, Liu Yue put her feet in Shen Mo's lap, and Shen Mo massaged her legs and feet.

(Bonus content, this is the live-in son-in-law's bonus.) (Envious, those legs—I bet Shen Mo could play with them for ten years.) (The poster above is underestimating it, should be a hundred years.) (Look at President Liu's professional outfit too, that's basically a maxed-out buff.) (Damn damn damn, can't hold on, my defenses are completely shattered.) (I want to keep watching, see if there are any more big moves.) The footage rolled on—this time it was a photo, Shen Mo taking a selfie while giving Liu Yue a massage.

(This is bonus content too.) (Not bad not bad, this hit isn't that devastating.) The footage rolled on—Shen Mo wearing a big-flowered cotton-padded jacket was in the pig pen with Grandpa catching a big black pig, while Liu Yue shouted loudly on the side, "Hubby, you're amazing!"

Liu Yue held down the pig's leg, Shen Mo grinned smugly at Liu Yue, Liu Yue gave back a sweet smile, and the next second her hand rose and the blade fell, letting out the pig's blood, and the two of them helped Grandpa butcher it.

At night, in the small courtyard, Shen Mo wore a tank top, his muscles exposed one by one, sweat streaming down his face, sitting by the charcoal fire roasting meat—judging by the big pork knuckle on top, it was the one caught today. Liu Yue ate skewers while giggling and shouting "Hubby, you're amazing!" while wiping Shen Mo's sweat, occasionally planting a sweet kiss.

(Look at that pig, why does it look so much like me?) (Tell me, did Shen Mo take a beating for twenty million, or to keep the fans on Liu Yue's account from leaving?) (Looking at President Liu's intention to enter the media industry, I bet it's for President Liu's fans—otherwise, it couldn't be this sweet.) (Boo hoo, I admit Shen Mo, you've gotten revenge on me, but considering you fed me candy, I forgive you.) (Same here, I declare Shen Mo and Liu Yue are my new CP, way too sweet.) (Sigh, got revenge on by this last scene—it's really him being silly, her laughing.) (If you add the term "age-gap romance," wouldn't it feel even more intense?) (Mommy, why did you make me so ugly.) (I don't mind Shen Mo spending President Liu's money, I don't mind him taking advantage of President Liu, I don't mind him being a kept man, but them being this sweet really pisses me off—and what pisses me off even more is, why does Shen Mo get to marry such a sweet girl like President Liu.) (Boo hoo, as a girl, seeing Shen Mo's body, face, and personality, I suddenly have the motivation to work hard.) (Why would President Liu keep Shen Mo? Because he's handsome and has a good temper.) (Slurp slurp, President Liu, how much do you pay Shen Mo a month? I have three thousand, can I keep him for two hours? I'll be quick.) (Ahhhhhh, I want a boyfriend like Shen Mo too.) Basically every man and woman who watched the video had their defenses shattered.

The men were shattered by Liu Yue's cheering-on of Shen Mo.

This was the life of their dreams.

The women were shattered by Shen Mo's physique—too perfect, not a muscle lump, not a scrawny dog, just pure strength, perfect.

In the hospital, Shen Jiayun watched the video and ground his teeth to dust—he refused to accept it. Why was Liu Yue cold as ice when she was with him, like everyone owed her eight million, but with Shen Mo she smiled so sweetly? Was it because he, Shen Jiayun, wasn't good enough? No, definitely not—it had to be Liu Yue being cheap.

Shen Jiayun was furious—he was going to expose all of this.

At the Shen Family, Zhu Kailan watched the sweet daily life of Shen Mo and Liu Yue in the video and smiled with satisfaction, finally letting out a breath of relief, immediately having Shen Yilong help her upstairs to rest.

Shen Jiajia watched the video of Shen Mo laughing happily, and a smile curled up at the corner of her mouth too.

Seeing that Shen Mo was doing well now, Shen Jiajia was quite happy. She remembered when they were little and went back to the hometown for New Year—Shen Jiayun and Shen Jiafeng took her out to play, they provoked a big wolf dog, got chased all over the place, and the two of them abandoned her and ran. In the end, it was Shen Mo who went over and beat the big wolf dog away.

You have to know Shen Mo was six years younger than Shen Jiayun, four years younger than her, and two years younger than Shen Jiafeng—the youngest child, yet the bravest. So when the Liu Family came knocking, Shen Jiajia gave Shen Mo a push, and secretly found Shen Mo, telling him to demand an outrageous price, she'd handle the rest.

After watching the video, Wang Fugui laughed himself silly, frantically @-ing Shen Jiayun in the second-generation circle: "You idiot, didn't you used to look down on me? Now it's my turn to look down on you. Liu Yue never gave you a smile, now she's crazy about Shen Mo—how do you feel? The fiancée who was never nice to you is now sweet and loving with your little brother—how does that feel?" Shen Jiayun was goaded into madness, the fury in his eyes growing deeper and deeper. When he saw that the trending searches were all about Shen Mo and Liu Yue, and even saw sweet romance articles about Shen Mo and Liu Yue, Shen Jiayun got even angrier. At three-thirty in the morning, when everyone was asleep, he immediately posted a Weibo of his own and @-ed Shen Mo.

"@Shen Mo, you illegitimate child—no, you should be called a stolen child. Your mother stole my father's seed to give birth to you, you cheap trash. Now you've shamelessly stolen the legitimate son's fiancée too. Are you very proud? Let me tell you, you're rotten with the lowly thief's bloodline."

"@Liu Yue, you bitch, what are you pretending? You wouldn't let me touch you for ten years when we were together, and now you let someone take photos of you. Do you especially like cheap people? Why don't you find a beggar? Oh, Shen Mo isn't much different from a beggar anyway."

"@Shen Mo, why don't you look after your own mother? Oh, right, because she's locked up in a mental asylum. Your genes really aren't that great."

After posting, Shen Jiayun felt nothing but satisfaction.

He believed that the moment his Weibo shot to the trending searches would be the moment Liu Yue and Shen Jiayun fell into the abyss. Shen Jiayun refused to believe anyone could still like an illegitimate child, a stinking # pretending to be innocent.

Feeling refreshed, Shen Jiayun forwarded his Weibo into the second-generation circle group in the dead of night.

Wang Fugui, who was still awake and still partying, was stunned when he saw this Weibo, and immediately @-ed Shen Jiayun in the group: "Bro, I won't say anything else, this time I'm impressed—you really aren't a coward."

Wang Fugui really wanted to ask Shen Jiayun—do you even know what this Weibo of yours represents?

Early morning.

Shen Mo and Liu Yue had just woken up when they saw Shen Jiayun's Weibo had made the trending searches.

At the Shen Family, Zhu Kailan looked at Shen Jiayun's Weibo on the trending searches, her whole body trembling.

Shen Jiajia gave this Weibo one assessment—did Shen Jiayun get switched at birth with someone else? Does he even know what he's doing? (End of chapter)