But soon, Chi Yu dropped that thought.
Because she saw that after Shen Yanzhi got home, he called Chen Jin and told him to bring an automotive inspection technician over.
Half an hour later, in the underground garage, the mechanic discovered the location of the listening device.
Since Chen Jin had given him a heads-up beforehand, the technician didn’t make any sound. He stepped aside and signaled to Chen Jin and Shen Yanzhi standing behind him.
Chen Jin stepped forward, his expression shifting.
Shen Yanzhi coldly instructed the mechanic to remove it, then told Chen Jin to send this miniature listening device back to the Shen family’s old mansion.
His car had a highly advanced security system—very few people ever had the opportunity to tamper with his vehicle.
The last comprehensive inspection was only half a month ago. It was obvious who had planted this thing.
Chen Jin left to carry out his orders.
Matters that occurred at the old mansion should be handled by Old Master Shen.
Shen Yanzhi returned to his apartment. He sat on the sofa and pulled his phone from his pocket.
Looking at his phone—both familiar yet somehow foreign—Shen Yanzhi placed it on the coffee table, his expression as serious as if conducting some major negotiation.
Shen Yanzhi’s voice was icy: “Speak. Who sent you?”
Chi Yu: “…” Huh? Are you talking to me?
Chi Yu nonchalantly looked around, confirming there was no second person in the living room, and that Shen Yanzhi’s cold, impassive gaze was fixed squarely on her. Only then did Chi Yu fully realize—yes, Shen Yanzhi was indeed talking to her.
When Chi Yu decided to send that warning message to Shen Yanzhi, she had considered the possibility of being exposed. After all, she had only been self-teaching programming for a few days and had no idea what level her hacking skills were actually at.
If Shen Yanzhi could find a top-tier hacker expert, they might be able to trace that anonymous message’s IP back to his own phone.
Still, she could simply deny everything. As long as she didn’t reveal herself, no one could expose her.
She had anticipated all sorts of reactions Shen Yanzhi might have—just not that he would skip all the intermediate steps and interrogate her directly!
Capitalists were truly shrewd and cunning. Shen Yanzhi was probably trying to bluff her.
Chi Yu played dumb, pretending to be just a phone that couldn’t understand human speech.
Seeing the phone on the coffee table remain completely unresponsive, it was as if Shen Yanzhi could see through that pitch-black screen to the thick-skinned mastermind who secretly played with his phone every day. For a moment, he was so angry he almost laughed.
Since rising to his high position, he rarely experienced such emotional fluctuations.
He leaned forward slightly, his long, powerful fingers lightly tapping the table as he reminded her: “I saw it. Every night you’re teaching yourself programming—and you keep stalking some internet celebrity’s Douyin account.”
Shen Yanzhi’s tone was firm: “You’re her obsessive fan.”
Chi Yu: “!!!” Shocked!
But the moment she heard Shen Yanzhi’s last statement, Chi Yu instantly went silent.
Her? An obsessive fan of Chen Jiazhi?
Though Shen Yanzhi had guessed wrong, it confirmed he definitely knew she’d been sneaking around on his phone.
Chi Yu grew nervous.
She was certain she only ever used the phone after Shen Yanzhi had fallen asleep—but given this man’s calm, composed demeanor, he had clearly discovered her existence long ago.
Seeing the phone’s screen still dark with no response, Shen Yanzhi added another statement: “Not only do you play with it while I sleep—you often sneak around on the sofa when I’m showering.”
There was meaning in that statement.
Chi Yu suddenly realized something and acted quickly.
Three seconds later, she discovered the camera hidden inside the ornate crystal chandelier on the ceiling.
Chi Yu: “…”
No doubt about it—Shen Yanzhi’s bedroom definitely had one too.
Whether it was a limitation of the phone or because the camera had always been there, she simply hadn’t noticed it at all.
Shen Yanzhi’s next words confirmed her suspicion: “There’s surveillance in both the living room and bedroom. I saw footage of you playing with the phone on my study computer. If you don’t come out, I’ll have someone destroy this phone.”
Chi Yu stopped playing dead.
The phone on the coffee table suddenly lit up, displaying a small, pitiful, helpless emoji.
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