Chapter 85: Chaos Reigns: Song Yuncheng

Innovation Park, second floor.

Cao Dahua sat on the sofa, legs crossed, sipping tea leisurely; since the Fox Tao project launched, he’d finally found some satisfaction in his role as mentor at the innovation park.

“Bang!”

Wang Zihao burst through the glass door, looking frantic.

“Wang Zihao, act with composure. Why are you rushing around like this? Has the sky fallen?”

Cao Dahua glanced at him and scolded disapprovingly.

“Director Cao, Brother Sen was taken away by the Shanghai patrol—can you contact President Tang and ask someone what’s going on?” Wang Zihao said urgently.

Chen Yansen?

Taken away by the patrol?

Cao Dahua froze for a moment, then stood up and shouted: “He’s just a student—what could he possibly have done? I’m going to the president right now.”

Worried the phone wouldn’t convey the urgency, he rushed downstairs toward the president’s office.

The fat on his body jiggled with each step, slapping audibly.

Chen Yansen called him brother—he couldn’t chicken out now. Next year’s Anhui Provincial College Entrepreneurship Competition still depended on Fox Tao to carry the weight.

Wang Zihao stayed put, paced twice, then hurried out again.

“Sis, come here!”

At the door of Room 206, Wang Zihao forced calmness and waved to Song Yuncheng.

When Song Yuncheng approached, he whispered: “Where is Teacher Wang Jing’s office?”

All Ruzhu terms for Fox Tao ’s B2C mall were handled by Song Yuncheng and Wang Jing.

“Building D, Room 512. What’s wrong? What happened?”

Song Yuncheng noticed Wang Zihao’s odd expression—his eyes darted away, hands trembling at his sides.

“Nothing. I just need to ask Teacher Wang a question.” Wang Zihao knew the gravity—he wouldn’t reveal a word.

“Teacher Wang might not be in his office. I’ll send you his number.” Song Yuncheng frowned slightly, reminding the flustered Wang Zihao.

“Ah, right, right, send it quick!” Wang Zihao slapped his thigh, cursing himself for being so clueless.

“Wang Zihao, you’re acting strange. Tell me—what’s going on? Did Chen Yansen get into trouble?”

Song Yuncheng paused mid-motion with her phone, asking seriously.

“Just send the number!” Wang Zihao panicked at her hesitation.

“Tell me what happened first.” Song Yuncheng shook her head firmly.

Wang Zihao stared at her. Seeing her resolve, he frowned, frantically scratching his head: “Let’s go outside.”

Song Yuncheng’s heart clenched—Wang Zihao’s behavior told her something major had happened.

“Brother Sen was taken by the Shanghai patrol. We don’t know why. He told me to find Teacher Wang and hire a local lawyer.” Wang Zihao stopped at the entrance of the innovation park and spoke quietly.

“Keep this to yourself. If anyone in the team asks, keep your mouth shut.” Wang Zihao repeated the warning, uneasy.

Chen Yansen was taken by the patrol!

Song Yuncheng felt dizzy; instinctively, she handed her phone to Wang Zihao and stood frozen.

“He can’t be harmed!” Her mind churned—Chen Yansen’s carefree grin flashed in her thoughts, tears welling in her eyes, unaware.

Wang Zihao grabbed the number and sprinted toward the classroom building, dialing as he ran.

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“Chen Yansen was taken by the Shanghai patrol? Why?”

Tang Qingshan shot to his feet, shouting.

“Wang Zihao didn’t explain clearly.” Cao Dahua lowered his head, pretending regret for not bringing Wang Zihao in sooner.

“Taken or arrested?” Tang Qingshan asked again.

The difference mattered greatly—he had to weigh costs before deciding whether to use his connections.

The influence behind a university president’s desk far exceeded ordinary people’s imagination.

That’s why Chen Yansen had immediately told Wang Zihao to contact Tang Qingshan.

He knew he hadn’t done anything wrong, but someone might be scheming behind the scenes—better to prepare both hands.

“Wang Zihao didn’t clarify either.” Cao Dahua gave an awkward laugh, pretending ignorance.

Tang Qingshan pointed at him, swallowing an oath, then paused, pulled out his phone, scrolled through contacts, and slowly dialed.

Seeing this, Cao Dahua secretly exhaled—he’d said it on purpose, forcing the indecisive Tang Qingshan to act.

Tang Qingshan hung up, dialed another number, spoke briefly, then his frown vanished. He muttered softly: “What’s this? Who dares touch my student?”

After speaking, he strode out of his office.

“President, what’s going on?” Cao Dahua, belly jiggling, shuffled after him.

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“Name.”

“Chen Yansen.”

“Gender.”

“Isn’t it obvious?”

“Answer what’s asked. No nonsense!”

“Male.”

“Do you know why you’ve been summoned?”

“No idea.”

Chen Yansen sat in the interrogation room, listlessly answering.

The two patrol officers exchanged glances; one slammed the table and barked: “Confess honestly! Don’t think you can get away with it!”

“I really don’t know. I’m always generous, care for animals, help old ladies cross the street—I’ve never done anything wrong. Maybe you can help me remember?”

Chen Yansen bluffed nonchalantly, utterly unshaken, calm as a dog on a hot day.

The officers realized they’d met a seasoned veteran—standard questioning wouldn’t work.

“Yesterday, we received a joint complaint from 23 Shanghai citizens. They bought 49 bottles of 53-degree Feitian Maotai wine through Fox Tao . We sent them to Maotai’s anti-counterfeit office for verification—all were fake. What do you have to say?”

A young patrol officer said coldly.

Fake Maotai?

Could it be the Wine God Network’s doing?

No—the wine was sold by them; if it’s fake, their liability is greater!

“Fox Tao is a CPS advertising company—we provide product guidance. The Maotai wine is supplied by the Wine God Network. We followed procedure: sent samples for testing, and the report came from the National Inspection Institute, confirming authenticity.”

“Until this is clarified, the fake wine has nothing to do with me. Even if it’s fake, the source is the Wine God Network’s responsibility.”

Chen Yansen organized his thoughts and replied indifferently.

“You’re an accomplice,” the officer said, eyes narrowing.

Chen Yansen stayed silent, leaned back, and resolved to say nothing until Tang Qingshan or a lawyer came to get him.

He closed his eyes, ignoring the shouts around him, wondering: Was this fake wine incident an accident—or a setup?

Why hadn’t the customer service team reported any complaints?

Were these so-called customers all professional counterfeit hunters?

Once he clarified the situation, Chen Yansen calmed down—Fox Tao was also a victim.

The solution was simple: he could offer customers triple or even tenfold compensation.

While he was being questioned, the patrol station’s phone was ringing nonstop—colleagues from other units kept asking about Chen Yansen.

On the other side.

After informing Wang Zihao, Meng Jie stood helplessly outside the coffee shop. After a long while, she mustered courage and called Meng Zhenguó, pouring out everything she knew.

“You two went to Shanghai for the concert—did you stay in one room or two?”

After hearing his daughter’s story, Meng Zhenguó asked abruptly.

“Dad, are you even listening? I need you to find connections right now—I need to see Chen Yansen!”

Meng Jie finally broke down, sobbing, tears streaming as she crouched on the ground, pleading.

Hearing his daughter’s cries, Meng Zhenguó felt a pang—he’d never once asked him to use connections during high school or university, yet now, for this boy, she was screaming at him.

But her wailing voice tore at his heart—he immediately promised: “Xiao Jie, don’t panic! I have an old classmate in Shanghai’s patrol system—I’ll call him.”

Meng Jie had always been boyish—she’d never cried even when her knees bled from falls. She’d never acted like this before.

Her sobs twisted his heart.

“Thank you, Dad.” Meng Jie wiped her tears, voice trembling, her makeup now smudged beyond recognition.

“Chen Yansen—I knew you were no good!”

After hanging up, Meng Zhenguó roared, slamming his fist on the desk.

After venting, he remembered his daughter’s plea and gritted his teeth to start calling.

“Hey, Lao Wei, long time no chat. When are you coming back to Chunshen? I saved you a good bottle of wine—wait for you to open it.”

Meng Zhenguó smoothed his emotions, smiling warmly.

“You Xiaozi , just spit it out—I know you too well.” Wei Zhe, a longtime friend, knew Meng Zhenguó’s habits—just a shift in posture told him what he wanted. He spoke bluntly.

“It’s like this…” Meng Zhenguó chuckled awkwardly and explained the situation.

“Xiao Jie’s boyfriend?” Wei Zhe laughed mockingly.

“I don’t recognize that!” Meng Zhen Guo hurriedly objected.

“Hah! You can’t deny it, old Meng! Since my niece asked me, as her uncle, I’ve got to go myself.” Wei Zhe teased, then readily agreed.

“Thanks.” Meng Zhen Guo said.

“You just mentioned a good wine—was it that 15-year-aged Maotai? Next time you come back, we’ve got to drink it.” Wei Zhe seized the chance to ask for wine.

“Alright, I’ll wait for your news.” Meng Zhen Guo glanced at the rare bottles above the liquor cabinet and nodded, visibly pained.

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Xuhui District, Longhua Police Inspectorate.

“Who was the guy Zhao Ge and Xiao Ye brought back this morning? Everyone’s asking about him.”

The inspector handling calls nudged his colleague, curious.

“A guy selling fake wine. Turned out he’s got some serious connections.” The colleague beside him sneered.

“Hey, Chief Wei? What are you doing here?” The operator stood up to greet him.

“Did your station bring in a student named Chen Yansen this morning?” Wei Zhe nodded, then pressed on.

“Huh!?” The operator froze—what was this kid’s background? Chief Wei from the neighboring district had come personally.

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Song Yuncheng sat dazedly at Xucheng East Station, her earth-toned backpack on her back, staring blankly at the platform, waiting quietly for ticket check.

For the first time, she realized how much Chen Yansen meant to her.

Though Chen Yansen was mischievous and always took advantage of her, he always quietly looked out for her.

She knew the 500-yuan monthly meal allowance from Fox TAO was because of her.

She also knew that every business trip, Chen Yansen deliberately trained her.

Even though Chen Yansen knew that once she moved to the investment promotion post, her income would keep rising, and one day she wouldn’t need Fox TAO anymore—or him.

Yet Chen Yansen still transferred her position and taught her business negotiation skills.

Her heart wasn’t made of stone. Since leaving school, tears had streamed down her face nonstop—she wiped them, then cried again, wiped them, cried again.

Her eyelids were swollen, her earlobes flushed red; she hadn’t noticed anything wrong with her body, only gritting her teeth and pushing forward.

At this moment, only one thought remained in her mind: Chen Yansen, I really want to see you.

(End of Chapter)