The septic-spraying incident at the Shi family villa acted like a blockbuster bomb, instantly sending massive shockwaves throughout the entire city.
This explosive news forced everyone’s attention squarely onto the Shi Group.
The Shi family, who had always maintained an image of elegance and nobility in high society, became the city’s laughingstock and the subject of idle gossip overnight. Their reputation was thoroughly tarnished by the foul stench of manure, seemingly stripped of its former glory forever.
Shi Yue’s father the chairman of the Shi Group was practically driven to his grave with rage. Never in his wildest dreams did he imagine his family’s honor would suffer such a humiliating blow.
He sat in his office, his face completely pale as his usual aristocratic poise was entirely eclipsed by fury. His hand gripped his cane tightly, slamming it against the floor over and over again.
This blow was undeniably catastrophic to him. His family, his business, and his good name had all been defiled by this sudden disaster. The sheer outrage hardened his resolve to track down the mastermind behind the scenes and make them pay a heavy price.
“Investigate this,” he ordered, his voice trembling slightly as the words were squeezed out from between his clenched teeth. “Find out exactly who did this.”
His knuckles turned stark white from gripping the cane so fiercely.
Standing to the side, his assistant maintained a deeply respectful posture, not daring to utter a single word of dissent.
“Dad, I know who did it. It was Shi Jun,” Shi Yue’s voice echoed through the room, shattering the oppressive silence.
The door had been abruptly pushed open, and Shi Yue walked in. His face was as pale as paper, his frame visibly gaunt, and his eyes were deeply sunken and bloodshot.
Hearing Shi Yue’s accusation, a flash of surprise crossed their father’s face.
He frowned slightly, his tone laced with doubt. “Yue, are you certain?”
Though his own heart burned with fury, he found it difficult to believe that Shi Jun could pull off something so extreme. After all, within the family, Shi Jun had always been a timid, submissive person.
“I am certain.”
Their father let out a cold snort, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes as he remarked with bitter irony, “Now that he’s married, his courage has certainly grown.”
Shi Yue countered, “Dad, rest assured, I will never forgive him for this.”
His fists clenched tightly, his knuckles whitening. The incident had inflicted a profound psychological wound on him.
Gently patting Shi Yue’s shoulder with an air of absolute, unquestionable authority, his father said, “In that case, go ahead and handle this matter yourself.”
“Understood.”
Later, Shi Yue and Yu Yao met in private to discuss how to deal with Shi Jun. Sitting in a dimly lit corner, they kept their voices incredibly low, terrified of being overheard by outsiders.
“Do you remember the last time I called him?” Shi Yue asked, his brow furrowed in deep resentment, his voice tinged with lingering disbelief. “He actually told me that he has fallen in love with Sheng Baiye.”
“Wasn’t he always completely devoted to you? We racked our brains to pave the way for him and help him escape, yet he turns around and does that to my home.”
Overcome with rage, Shi Yue slammed his fist heavily onto the table with a dull thud.
Yu Yao listened quietly, a chilling light flickering in his eyes that betrayed his own deep fury over the matter. “So, how are we going to handle this?”
A cold smile played on the corners of Shi Yue’s lips, as if he already had a foolproof plan in mind. “Doesn’t the Sheng family have a grand banquet coming up next month?”
His tone carried a ruthless note of anticipation, as though he could already see the impending drama unfolding. His gaze gleamed with the predatory coldness of a cunning wolf preparing for the hunt.
Yu Yao nodded, silently waiting for Shi Yue to elaborate.
“You will go find him,” Shi Yue instructed, his voice as icy as frost. “I will engineer an opportunity for you. He holds deep feelings for you, so he is bound to soften the moment he sees you. When that happens… sell him off into the deep, remote mountains.”
His voice dropped into a low, sinister whisper, a flash of pure malice crossing his eyes. “We must make his life a living hell. I can still maintain my sanity right now, but who knows what the future holds? The fact that he dared to desecrate my home this time… I will not forget this humiliation easily.”
“I will help you,” Yu Yao promised softly. “Together, we will make him pay the ultimate price for everything he has done.”
Shi Yue nodded, lowering his eyes slightly to conceal the dark malice swirling within them. His expression was resolute and unyielding; for the sake of his family’s honor, he would stop at nothing.
Meanwhile, Sheng Baiye sat in front of his computer, his fingers tapping lightly across the keyboard as he browsed the online news regarding the Shi family.
As report after report of the septic-spraying incident filled his screen, his brows knit tightly together, and he couldn’t help but sigh.
Could a normal person even conceive of such a wicked stunt? Sheng Baiye asked himself.
His fingers absentmindedly drummed against the desk, betraying his inner turmoil. He truly could not comprehend how someone could act so wildly out of line.
Is it because he was confined for too long? Was he cooped up to the point that his mental state became unstable? Sheng Baiye muttered to himself, his voice full of bewilderment.
But that made no sense it had only been a few days. Deeply perplexed, he frowned as if grappling with an unsolvable riddle.
Could it be due to excessive stress? Sheng Baiye speculated, but he quickly shook his head, a look of denial crossing his eyes. This isn’t the kind of change that happens overnight.
Maybe I should find a doctor to check on him… Sheng Baiye thought anxiously to himself.
As the date of the Sheng family banquet drew near, Sheng Baiye made up his mind. When the time came, he would take Shi Jun out to enjoy himself more often, giving him some breathing room to relax his overwrought nerves.