Chapter 284: Zeng Zhiwei Gets Beaten

Xiangjiang, Repulse Bay Villa.

Xiang Fei sat in a rattan chair in the garden, watching his son Xiang Yang chase a golden retriever across the lawn, his laughter bright and clear.

"Daddy, come chase me!" Xiang Yang called back, his little face flushed with excitement.

Xiang Fei smiled, got up, and joined his son's game.

During this period, he had completely set aside work, devoting himself to his family. Every day he took Xiang Yang to the amusement park, Ocean Park, or simply played in the garden at home, savoring a rare peace.

At dusk, father and son drove to the Xiang family old mansion.

Zhou Huimin was sitting in the courtyard soaking up the sun, her belly already noticeably swollen. Seeing Xiang Fei and Xiang Yang, she smiled gently: "You're back?"

Xiang Yang threw himself at her, carefully patting his mother's belly: "Has little sister been good today?"

Zhou Huimin ruffled his hair: "Very good, just like you."

Xiang Fei stood to the side, his gaze soft.

Days like these were a luxury he had once never dared to imagine.

Late at night, the study.

Xiang Fei's phone buzzed—it was a text from Bai Long.

Though on the surface he had let go, he had never truly left the power center of Fei Min. Bai Long was his most trusted confidant, lurking within the company, ensuring everything remained under control.

Closing his laptop, Xiang Fei walked to the window and gazed at the Xiangjiang night view.

This city had never been as peaceful as it appeared on the surface.

Lan Kwai Fong, a high-end nightclub.

Zeng Zhiwei, dead drunk, was arm-in-arm with two young models, laughing and chatting.

Suddenly, several masked burly men stormed into the private room and, without a word, pinned him to the ground and beat him savagely.

"Ah! Who are you?! Do you know who I am?!" Zeng Zhiwei screamed.

The burly man at the head sneered: "You're exactly who we're here to beat!"

Ten minutes later, Zeng Zhiwei, his face covered in blood, was dumped in the back alley behind the nightclub.

The next day, media across the entire port went into an uproar.

"Zeng Zhiwei attacked late at night, suspected of offending a big shot!"

"Emperor's Yang Shoucheng accused as the mastermind!"

Rumors spread like wildfire, saying it was because Zeng Zhiwei had mocked Joey Yung's looks on a certain show, angering the powerful backer behind her.

Emperor Group immediately issued a statement, firmly denying any connection to the incident.

But everyone in the industry knew perfectly well—in Xiangjiang, aside from Yang Shoucheng, there were very few people who would dare touch Zeng Zhiwei.

Hong Kong Sanatorium & Hospital VIP ward.

Zeng Zhiwei lay in the hospital bed, his face bruised and swollen, making a phone call: "Qiang-ge, you have to help me this time!"

On the other end, Xiang Qiang's voice was icy: "Don't worry. Beating you is like slapping me, Xiang Qiang, in the face."

An hour later, Xiang Qiang personally arranged a meeting with Yang Shoucheng.

The Peninsula Hotel tea lounge, the two big shots sat facing each other.

"Boss Yang, shouldn't you give me an explanation for this?" Xiang Qiang got straight to the point.

Yang Shoucheng unhurriedly took a sip of tea: "Xiang-sheng, no proof, no evidence—you can't just throw accusations around like that."

Xiang Qiang sneered: "So there's nothing to talk about, then?"

Yang Shoucheng set down his teacup, his gaze gradually cooling: "Xiang-sheng, is it worth it, over a Zeng Zhiwei?"

Over the next half month, the Xiangjiang entertainment circle was thrown into bloody turmoil.

Wing Sing and Emperor's artists poached each other's resources, raided each other's rosters, and dug up dirt on each other…

Films Emperor had invested in were suddenly pulled from theaters; Wing Sing's artists were repeatedly "invited for tea" by the police.

Both sides wounded, both suffered heavy losses.

In the end, Henry Fok stepped in to mediate.

At the Fok family villa, the three big shots sat around one table.

Henry Fok said calmly: "Gentlemen, if you keep fighting, you'll only be giving outsiders a laugh."

Yang Shoucheng was the first to state: "I will give Mr. Fok face."

Xiang Qiang snorted coldly, but nodded nonetheless.

A surface reconciliation, but everyone knew this grudge had been cemented for good.

At Repulse Bay Villa, Xiang Fei looked at the newspaper headlines, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly.