Chapter 83: The Culprit

Shen Zhiyuan started from scratch.

Although he is now wealthy enough to rival a nation and has eyes and ears everywhere, his dietary habits remain the same as before.

A bowl of soy milk, two fried dough sticks, and a side of peanuts.

Yang Shuqin generally likes to have a bowl of steaming hot noodles in the morning.

As for the Yang Family, they grew up abroad.

Their dietary structure is naturally inclined toward Western styles.

In front of Yang Huo is a sandwich and milk, while Yang Lan has a bowl of cereal in milk, plus two slices of toast.

Lin Yeman's is even simpler; there is only a cup of extra-strong Americano in front of her.

"How did you sleep last night?" Yang Shuqin asked with concern.

"Thank you, Auntie, it was quite good." Yang Lan took a bite of toast and nodded slightly.

"Is that so? But why do I see that you two have such heavy dark circles under your eyes?"

Yang Shuqin's gaze shifted silently toward Lin Yeman: "Especially Manman, why are you wearing a high-neck T-shirt in the middle of summer? Isn't it hot?"

"……It's alright." Lin Yeman swallowed, silently lowering her head.

Seeing the silent-as-gold expressions of his two daughters, Yang Huo furrowed his brows.

These two, aren't they usually quite chatty when they are together?

Why are they so quiet today?

Something is wrong.

He wiped his mouth and spoke slowly: "Did you two... hear any sounds last night?"

"What sounds?" Everyone's gaze turned toward Yang Huo in an instant.

"……How should I describe it?" Yang Huo racked his brains for adjectives and said, "It was like... the sound of clapping."

"Pfft!"

In an instant.

The Americano in Lin Yeman's mouth sprayed out directly.

"Manman, what... is wrong with you?" Yang Lan hurriedly pulled out a tissue and handed it to Lin Yeman.

Lin Yeman took the tissue and waved her hand in a panic: "I'm sorry, Uncle Shen, it was my lack of manners."

"It's fine, isn't it just choking? We don't have that many rules."

Shen Zhiyuan replied politely, but the look in his eyes as he watched Lin Yeman revealed a strange expression.

"Where is Shen Huai? Why haven't I seen him come down yet?"

Seeing that everyone was present except for Shen Huai, Shen Zhiyuan felt his face losing some composure again.

"Uncle Shen, don't worry, he slept quite late last night, perhaps he will be down soon."

Lin Yeman replied subconsciously.

Hearing this, Shen Zhiyuan's expression eased slightly: "So that's how it is—"

Suddenly.

His gaze narrowed sharply, and he looked abruptly at Lin Yeman: "How do you know he slept late last night?"

Lin Yeman's throat bobbed for a moment.

Oh no, she had spoken too smoothly out of habit.

"……"

Lin Yeman's eyes darted around, her gaze lingering on Yang Huo's face for a moment, and she said slowly, "Because there were too many mosquitoes in my room last night, so... so Shen Huai came to my room to help me swat mosquitoes all night."

The next moment.

Everyone's expressions froze in an instant.

The sandwich in Yang Huo's hand dropped directly onto the plate: "Manman, are you saying that last night, Shen Huai, in your room, spent the whole night with you... swatting mosquitoes?"

"……Yes." Lin Yeman steeled her heart and simply pulled down the high collar of her shirt, revealing a large patch of red marks.

Shen Zhiyuan took only one look and immediately averted his gaze.

He was inwardly horrified.

Do young people these days play so openly?

And Yang Huo was no fool either.

Looking at those large, glaring red marks, he understood everything in an instant.

"You see, these were all bitten by mosquitoes. It was truly too itchy at the time, and I really couldn't help myself..."

After finishing, Lin Yeman looked at Yang Huo with innocent, watery eyes.

In that instant.

Yang Huo felt something in his mind collapse with a boom. He turned his head to look at Lin Yeman in disbelief: "So the clapping sound I heard last night was the sound of you two... sitting together swatting mosquitoes?"

The furious questioning that had reached Yang Huo's lips was held back; after a lingering fear-filled glance at Yang Lan, he ultimately switched to a more tactful phrasing.

"Yes, so Shen Huai should be quite tired right now."

A true hero never looks back at the explosion.

After dropping the bomb, Lin Yeman calmly picked up her coffee and took a sip.

The iced Americano with triple-shot concentration actually didn't seem that bitter anymore.

"Shen! Zhi! Yuan!" Yang Huo gritted his teeth, glaring furiously at Shen Zhiyuan.

As someone with rich practical experience, the older generation could naturally tell at a glance how those red marks were left.

Yang Huo clenched his fists tightly, gritting his teeth.

He wished he could slam a punch onto Shen Zhiyuan the very next second.

"O-Old Yang, don't lose your temper, maybe he really was just swatting a mosquito! There are always lots of bugs in the summer, and we are on the mountain after all..."

"Our Shen Huai isn't someone who doesn't know his place; him swatting a mosquito for Lin Yeman might just be him trying to be a good host..."

Shen Zhiyuan attempted to quibble.

"Shut your mouth!" Yang Huo slammed his fist onto the dining table in a fit of rage.

The force was so great that all the tableware hovered in the air for a split second before falling back down one after another.

In an instant.

Everyone went quiet as mice.

Only the culprit, Lin Yeman, quietly pursed her lips and buried her head, secretly laughing underneath.

"Sorry everyone, I was handling some work matters, I'm late."

Shen Huai's voice suddenly rang out from the doorway.

Having only walked a few steps into the dining room, Shen Huai immediately sensed the unusual atmosphere in the surroundings.

Especially the way Uncle Yang Huo was looking at him, as if he wished he could tear him to shreds right then and there.

What was going on?

Shen Huai frowned slightly, and suddenly noticed his mother, Yang Shuqin, secretly winking at him, pointing surreptitiously under the table toward Lin Yeman's neck.

Shen Huai was taken aback.

He realized it in an instant.

No way, how did it get exposed just during breakfast? Yang Huo stared at Shen Huai with eyes like a hawk: "What kind of work were you handling?"

"... I..." Shen Huai's Adam's apple bobbed, "Just work matters, Uncle Yang."

"I'm just asking you what work it is, is it that hard to answer?" Yang Huo pressed him tightly.

Shen Huai glanced at Lin Yeman and Yang Lan, took a deep breath, looked up at Yang Huo, and said: "Uncle Yang, shouldn't you be asking your two daughters this question?"

"How does this have anything to do with my daughters again? Don't drag my daughters into everything," Yang Huo said with some displeasure.

"Uncle Yang, that is not what I meant."

Shen Huai cleared his throat, swept his gaze around the room, and finally landed on Shen Zhiyuan, saying in a deep voice:

"Uncle Yang, the company I am currently working at is the talent agency company founded by your eldest daughter, Star Shine."

"...? What did you say?"

Sure enough.

The moment Shen Huai revealed the truth.

Shen Zhiyuan's reaction was even greater than Yang Huo's.

He practically slapped the table and stood up, his eyes filled with a mix of surprise and hidden excitement: "Are you saying that Star Shine is a company under the Yang Family?"

"Uncle Shen, it's not under the Yang Family, it's under my own name," Yang Lan corrected him.

"Ah, yes, yes, yes, under your name."

A gleam of excitement flickered in Shen Zhiyuan's eyes as he changed his words somewhat perfunctorily.

At this moment.

The abacus in Shen Zhiyuan's heart was clicking away loudly.

Looking at the current situation.

This second daughter of the Yang Family must have some interest in Shen Huai; that red mark is the best proof.

But after all, she is the second daughter and will not inherit the Yang Family in the future.

If he could successfully win over the eldest daughter, Yang Lan, then the goal would truly be achieved!

If he could use this job to increase opportunities to interact with the Yang Family daughters as much as possible, winning them over would be as easy as pie!

(End of this chapter)