Removing a Great Hidden Danger

Yue Qianchou felt that a day of rest should be enough to recover. Who knew this wretched body was so much worse than his previous life's. Although he was still a virgin, his physique was extremely poor, and it took him nearly three days to recover. That wasn't the most frustrating part.

The most frustrating thing was remembering something that made his heart ache. He had transmigrated here, and his hundreds of millions in the Swiss Bank from his previous life were gone. He calculated that his previous wealth was more than ten times that of the Yue family now. The more he thought about it, the more his heart ached, and he lost his appetite for days. In the end, he had no choice but to accept it; even if he hadn't transmigrated, he would have been executed anyway.

The most tragic thing in life is when a child wants to care for their parents, but they are no longer there. Guo Jianjun's parents passed away early, and he couldn't fulfill his filial duty. Now he had become Yue Qianchou. His parents doted on him, showing him warmth and care multiple times a day, which quickly soothed his heart, wounded by the loss of a large sum of money. Facing the elders, he genuinely treated them as his own parents.

Wandering in the Yue family garden, Yue Qianchou pondered many things. The education he received from childhood in his previous life instilled in him an invisible pressure regarding the country and the nation. Even if he did something outrageous, there was a bottom line he dared not cross. It was different now; this place had nothing to do with his past. Boss Guo, no, Young Master Yue, had decided to let loose and cause a stir here.

His mind was now filled with how to get rid of Xue Gaibao. He racked his brain but couldn't come up with a proper plan. His biggest concern was his current parents, especially his mother, who cherished this sole heir of the Xue family.

The garden was in full bloom. Yue Qianchou walked around several times but still couldn't think of a good plan. Looking at a golden chrysanthemum before him, Young Master Yue stared intently for a long time. Finally, he let out a deep sigh, reached out, and picked the chrysanthemum. He brought it to his nose, inhaling its fragrance, and narrowed his eyes, muttering, "Hesitation leads to trouble. Damn it! For the past few days, I've been eating and drinking with trepidation. If this continues, I'll scare myself to death before he can harm me. I'm almost suffering from neurasthenia. Isn't he the only son of the Xue family? Why should I suffer like this? You can make the first move, can't I make the fifteenth?"

After Yue Qianchou left, the garden fell silent. On the clean stone path, only a crushed chrysanthemum remained.

Xue Gaibao was quite pleased. His cousin had been lukewarm towards him these past few days, but today he actually invited him for drinks and moon-gazing that evening in the back garden. He had thought that the events from a while ago had been exposed and Yue Qianchou had discovered them, making him uneasy. It seemed he had been worrying unnecessarily.

After the Xue family declined, he sought refuge with his aunt. Although he wasn't mistreated while living with the Yue family, the feeling of being dependent made him, a former young master, feel as uncomfortable as being pricked by needles on his back. His aunt gave him a generous allowance, but compared to his usual extravagant spending at home, it was still a bit tight. Having Young Master Yue above him meant he, Young Master Xue, couldn't boss anyone around here. Over time, resentment festered in his heart.

Once, while drinking alone at a restaurant, he complained while drunk, "Good for you, Yue Changgui. If it weren't for my Xue family, how could you have what you have today? But you! You only give me a hundred taels of silver each month, you ungrateful wretch..."

His words were all overheard by someone at the next table. This person was a leader of the Bajiao Village bandits. Upon learning that Xue Gaibao was the nephew of Yue Changgui, Swallow City's richest man, he wanted to befriend him. As a result, they hit it off immediately. They then hatched a plot to kidnap Yue Qianchou and extort Yue Changgui, planning to kill him after receiving the ransom. This way, Bajiao Village would get the money, and Xue Gaibao would inherit the Yue family's fortune. However, to their surprise, although they kidnapped Yue Qianchou, he managed to escape.

Afterward, seeing Yue Qianchou being sent home, Xue Gaibao, fearing exposure, harbored murderous intent again. But his uncle, Yue Changgui, had people guarding him day and night, so he never had a chance to act...

He had been quite worried, but today his cousin happily invited him for drinks and moon-gazing. His heart finally relaxed. His cousin clearly didn't know that the matter was related to him. It was good that he didn't know; he would find another opportunity next time.

After the maid helped him tidy his clothes, Xue Gaibao happily went to the meeting.

On the stone table in the garden, the food and wine were prepared. Yue Qianchou waited alone, holding a lantern. The candlelight flickered, casting shifting shadows on his face. His fingers tapped lightly on the stone table when footsteps approached. Yue Qianchou glanced coldly towards the garden entrance, then his face immediately shifted into an eager smile.

"Cousin! You've kept me waiting!" Yue Qianchou stood up and said with a smile.

Xue Gaibao walked over, pointing at himself, and said, "My clothes are a mess, how could I dare to attend cousin's invitation."

"We're family, why be so formal? Sit down, cousin." Yue Qianchou invited him to sit and picked up the wine pot to pour him a drink. As he did so, he accidentally knocked over the lantern on the table.

The lantern fell, the candlelight extinguished, and it was instantly pitch black. Yue Qianchou exclaimed, "Look at my clumsy hands."

"Don't worry, cousin, I'll relight it. I'll pick it up." Xue Gaibao smiled and bent down to pick it up. Just as he straightened up, a dark shadow flew towards him. Xue Gaibao grunted and fell down.

Under the moonlight, Yue Qianchou, holding a club, walked around the stone table, gripped the club with both hands, and began smashing it repeatedly onto the head of the person on the ground. After a while, he stopped, kicked the body, and said, "Damn it! I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with you. I'm afraid you won't die!"

The candlelight was relit. Young Master Yue shone the lantern on the bloody and mangled corpse on the ground, then poked it with the club. Seeing that the person was thoroughly dead, he nodded. He placed the lantern back on the table, poured a cup of wine, and downed it in one gulp, smacking his lips. "Finally, this scourge is gone, and I can sleep peacefully. Awesome! The old man can worry about what happens next. I don't believe he'll send his only son to the authorities."

Afterward, he left humming, carrying the club. Faintly, one could hear him muttering, "Damn it! In such a large Yue mansion, I couldn't find a suitable tool, forcing me to find such a thick stick from the firewood pile."

Young Master Yue carried the club to the kitchen and threw it into the stove, then patted his hands and left. He circled around to the vicinity of the main entrance and found a secluded corner to squat down. After squatting for a while, Yue Qianchou felt like something was missing. He touched his chest and froze, then sighed, "Even if I don't quit smoking, I have to quit. Damn it! Where can I find a cigarette here?"

The main gate opened, and Yue Changgui, returning from entertaining guests, came back with two attendants. After walking only a few steps, he suddenly heard someone call out, "Father!"

It was his son's voice. Yue Changgui was startled, turned around, and saw Yue Qianchou squatting in the shadow of the corner. He couldn't help but frown. "Chou'er! Why are you squatting here? You just recovered, be careful not to catch a cold."

"Father! I have something to tell you." Yue Qianchou walked over slowly. Yue Changgui knew his son had been waiting for him here. It was the first time he had seen him like this. He said to the attendants behind him, "You two go back and rest." The two respectfully withdrew.

"What is it?" Yue Changgui asked kindly. Yue Qianchou said, "Father, come with me." The former didn't ask any more questions and followed his son to the garden.

Yue Qianchou picked up the lantern on the stone table, illuminating the corpse on the ground. Yue Changgui followed the candlelight and saw that the person lying on the ground was bloody and mangled, his head smashed beyond recognition. However, he could still distinguish the clothing of someone from the Yue mansion. He vaguely guessed who the corpse on the ground was, and his brow furrowed slightly. "Is it your cousin?"

Yue Qianchou nodded, observing his father's expression. Seeing that his reaction was not significant, he thought to himself, "As expected, I guessed correctly. How many people who can run such a large business are simple?"

Yue Changgui sat on the stone bench and stared at his son. "Why did you do this? Was your previous kidnapping related to him?"

His son did not answer directly. Instead, he picked up the wine pot and filled his father's wine cup. "The food and wine are clean, no one has touched them." He then refilled his own cup and sat down. After drinking a cup, he slowly recounted the events.

As Yue Qianchou spoke, Yue Changgui's expression grew more somber. When his son finished, the latter slammed the table and roared, "As expected, this ungrateful dog actually wanted my Yue family to have no descendants! I suspected him long ago. If it weren't for your mother's sake, I would have made him wish he were dead rather than alive."

"Father! I killed him myself. I'm afraid Mother will find out..." Before Yue Qianchou could finish, Yue Changgui waved his hand. "You know nothing. Go back and rest! I'll handle this."

"Understood, Father. Then I'll go wash up and sleep?" Yue Qianchou asked. His father nodded.

Seeing his son leave calmly, Yue Changgui was slightly surprised. He hadn't expected his son to kill someone with his own hands, let alone be so calm. He knew what kind of psychological fortitude that required. It seemed the kidnapping had stimulated him, but perhaps it wasn't a bad thing. It was better than him being a muddled young master before. After drinking a cup of wine, he sighed, "My Yue family has a successor."

"I haven't been a big brother for many years, I don't like cold bed edges, don't force me to miss, don't force me to cry, I will turn hostile..." With the major worry removed from his heart, Yue Qianchou, after washing up, lay in bed, crossed his legs, hummed a song, and slowly fell into a peaceful sleep.

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