The news of Jiang Haoze’s arrest spread rapidly due to marketing accounts, causing a huge uproar. Because it involved Gao Heng, Fang Qing, and other celebrities, fans initially expected statements or lawyer letters from Changfeng Media or Fang Qing’s studio accusing people of spreading rumors…
But unexpectedly, what they waited for all night was a police announcement.
The notice clearly stated the location of the drug party, the number of people involved, and used anonymized initials like “Gou Mou,” “Fang Mou,” and “Le Moumou”—names that made it immediately clear who they were referring to.
This time, Fang Qing’s fans exploded, while Fang Qing’s rival fans celebrated wildly.
[Finally Fang Qing has fallen, the whole world celebrates!]
[I knew these people weren’t good news]
[We said long ago Gao Heng was supporting Fang Qing. Fang Qing’s role in Lost Road was arranged by Gao Heng. Fang Qing’s fans refused to believe it—well, now your idol is going to prison with the heir.]
[How did Le Siyan get involved with Fang Qing? Don’t tell me they were connected long ago? I remember both of them used Ming Qi as a stepping stone before.]
[Entertainment industry toxin removal plan +20%, keep going!]
Meng She was holding his phone, grinning so wide his teeth showed, practically going insane with joy. None of the people involved this time were good characters—especially Jiang Haoze. What he had tried to do to Ming Qi in the studio before was still fresh in Meng She’s mind.
He had originally thought Yu Qinzhou only gave Jiang Haoze a small warning, but now he realized how naive he had been.
With Yu Qinzhou’s ruthless business methods—someone who could even send his own father to prison—how could he possibly let a scum like Jiang Haoze off easily?
If not for the rule of law, Jiang Haoze and the Jiang family would probably be in far worse shape.
“Your man really knows how to act,” Meng She muttered quietly. “I bet after what happened last time, Jiang Haoze was still holding a grudge, maybe even planning something against your man behind the scenes. Turns out he ended up crashing first instead.”
Ming Qi blinked. “Couldn’t it just be that Jiang Haoze was unlucky?”
Meng She didn’t buy that at all.
“These people didn’t just start doing drug parties. If they could avoid getting caught before, why did they suddenly get exposed this time? Gao Heng is careful—even if he plays around with celebrities, he’s competent. I heard several major projects at Changfeng were personally secured by him.”
Unless someone set them up, there was no way they would fall so easily.
After a while, Ming Qi received a message from Jiang Jianian, someone he hadn’t contacted in a long time.
He quickly skimmed it—the general meaning was that Jiang Haoze and his entire family had been taken away.
There was obvious joy in the tone.
Ming Qi replied with a simple “mm” to acknowledge it.
He thought that would be the end of the conversation, but Jiang Jianian sent another message:
Brother, did you know Wen ge is getting married? He even sent me a wedding invitation.
Seeing the words “wedding invitation,” Ming Qi paused.
Wen Yulan was his friend, but he hadn’t been in close contact with Jiang Jianian for years, so they hadn’t formally introduced each other. The only time they met was at Jiang Jianian’s birthday dinner, where he learned about Wen Yulan and Ming Qi’s relationship and invited him over.
With that level of connection… he was already sending wedding invitations?
Ming Qi found it a little strange, but didn’t think too much about it. He only asked: Are you going?
Jiang Jianian replied: I actually contacted you because I want you to help bring my red envelope to the wedding. Mom and I are abroad right now, we can’t make it back.
77: Mm.
That ended the conversation.
Jiang Jianian stared at the cold-looking “mm” and lowered his eyes. In the past, when Ming Qi heard that he and his mother were traveling to relax, he would at least say a few words of concern. But now… nothing.
Some feelings eventually get worn away.
He exhaled slowly, then lifted his head again with a smile, turning to the middle-aged woman walking down the steps.
“Mom, have you finished packing? Should we go feed the pigeons now?”
The woman nodded.
Jiang Jianian checked her clothes—foreign weather was still a bit chilly—then draped a shawl over her shoulders and led her to a nearby park.
Pigeons gathered densely on the ground, pecking at food. Jiang Jianian placed corn kernels into his mother’s hand and watched as a pigeon landed on her palm.
“Ah Nian,” she suddenly said, “why did you bring me here?”
Jiang Jianian froze. “Wasn’t it you who wanted to come?”
That’s what the maid had told him.
He looked at his mother’s confused expression and didn’t think much of it. Her memory had worsened after her illness—she often forgot what she had just said.
“Since we’re already here, the important thing is to enjoy it,” he said with a smile. “After feeding the pigeons, we’ll go eat. There’s a very famous restaurant nearby, and it suits your taste.”
…
Ming Qi stayed quietly at home for a week. Xijing Bay remained peaceful, but the business world of Beijing City was shaken repeatedly.
First, Wen family’s eldest son Wen Hejun used a decisive counterattack against his stepmother Zhou Jing. Just as the Wen and Song families were about to unite through marriage, Zhou Jing’s projects collapsed, she was summoned for questioning, and when she was released, the Song family abruptly took their son back overseas. The marriage was called off.
Then several senior executives of Yu Corporation were exposed for illegal activities and taken away by police. At the same time, a financial reporter visiting Xi Yi Xiu happened to catch the scene, and with his approval, turned it into breaking news.
Amid this storm of upheaval and uncertainty, Yu Qinzhou drove his black Koenigsegg to the Yu family ancestral home in Wanghezhou.
It had been a long time since he last came.
Stepping inside again, the scenery was still as luxurious as ever, but the entire estate felt empty.
Yu Qinzhou walked into the living room without expression.
There, the old master sat as before in a deep red Tang suit. But compared to their last meeting, his vitality had clearly deteriorated.
His eyes were dark and heavy as he saw the visitor. His wrinkled face trembled with anger. His hands gripped the wheelchair armrests so tightly that they creaked under pressure.
Like an aging beast that still tried to hunt.
Yu Qinzhou ignored the old master’s fury completely. He walked leisurely to the sofa opposite him and sat down. His long legs in suit trousers crossed, slender fingers resting on his knee, thin lips carrying a faint smile.
“Long time no see, Old Master. Your health has declined so much—you’re already in a wheelchair?”
Behind the old master, Butler Zou lowered his head silently, thinking that Yu Qinzhou truly knew how to hit where it hurt.
The old master had been fine just two days ago. It was only yesterday, after hearing that all the people he had planted inside Yu Corporation had been completely uprooted by Yu Qinzhou, that he became so enraged he lost control and fell down the stairs.
Fortunately, it was only two steps, and a servant had quickly cushioned him—he only twisted his ankle.
Otherwise, today’s grandfather-grandson meeting would likely have taken place in a hospital.
“If I were lying in a coffin, wouldn’t that suit your wishes even more?” the old master sneered. Half his face was buried in shadow, making him look even more sinister. His cloudy eyes locked onto the young man before him, anger surging like waves.
He never imagined Yu Qinzhou would actually dare to do it.
“Old Master, how can you say that?” Yu Qinzhou smiled lightly. “I already said it before. As your grandson, I do hope you live a long life.”
His tone was gentle, but every word was like a blade stabbing into the old master’s chest.
“I want you to watch with your own eyes how Yu Corporation is renamed under Nanyi.”
Nanyi was the enterprise Yu Qinzhou’s maternal grandfather had given his mother when she married his father.
Over the years overseas, it had been steadily developed under Yu Qinzhou’s control.
It was not a name widely known domestically, but the old master understood clearly what kind of behemoth Nanyi had already become.
“You’ve gone mad?!” the old master roared.
His furious voice, combined with the sound of him striking the table, echoed through the room. The noise made Yu Qinzhou’s eardrums tremble slightly, but he merely raised his brows, leaning back casually into the sofa.
Then he exposed the old master’s hidden thoughts with a faint smile.
“What are you so angry about? Isn’t what I’m doing essentially the same as what you wanted?”
His deep eyes caught the flicker of embarrassment on the old master’s face.
Yu Qinzhou sneered inwardly.
Did the old master really think no one understood his intentions? Knowing Yu Qinzhou had grown up overseas and was closer to the Min family, yet still allowing him to enter the Yu family struggle—wasn’t it precisely because he coveted Nanyi and the Min family’s backing?
The Yu family was already powerful in the country, but the old master was still not satisfied.
He wanted Nanyi merged into Yu Corporation, pushing it to an unprecedented peak.
What he didn’t realize was that Yu Qinzhou had the same plan.
He only knew that after taking control of Yu Corporation, Yu Qinzhou had revealed his unwillingness to be controlled—like the incident with the Rong family marriage proposal, which was like a slap across the old master’s face. So the old master wanted to teach him a lesson, to remind him that even in retirement, he still had ways to restrain him.
“When the Wen family boy came to tell you about me and Ming Qi, you must have been very pleased, right?” Yu Qinzhou’s tone remained calm. “After all, the incident at the film set had no follow-up, and Rong Jie didn’t tell you the truth. Suddenly discovering I had exposed a weakness—you must have felt your chances increased.”
It was a pity that Ming Qi had obediently stayed in Xijing Bay the entire time, never showing his face.
“I underestimated you,” the old master said through gritted teeth, eyes fixed on him. “I should have killed you back then!”
Yu Qinzhou stood up unhurriedly, smiling faintly.
“Unfortunately, I’ve learned the art of eliminating threats even better than you.”
He turned toward the door. With one hand on the handle, he paused, slightly tilting his face. Sunlight fell across him, half bright, half dark.
“From now on, the two of you can depend on each other.”
Bang.
The door shut, cutting off all light, leaving only darkness behind.