Worse Than Beasts
The ancient King of Junsha ruled the entire Junsha Kingdom. At least within the Junsha City, he possessed absolute power to control everything he desired.
The Third Mistress was not the King of Junsha. Even though she was incredibly wealthy and her influence extended far and wide, she could not do whatever she wanted and control every corner of the city.
The only person truly capable of allowing the Third Mistress to view every video surveillance footage was Qin Yanan's father.
However, the Third Mistress could not possibly make such a request, and even if it were Qin Yanan's father, there would always be someone who intentionally or unintentionally caused unexpected effects when he gave the order.
Even with the power of the government and the expertise of those in various fields under one's command, the information obtained cannot be comprehensive or completely without omissions.
It's possible for every detail about a character in a movie to be under surveillance, but it's impossible for everyone to be controlled in this way. In fact, only a very few coincidences and specific circumstances would occur where someone's every move is monitored, and then clues point to the desired answer.
Therefore, the vast majority of problems in this world are caused by or resolved through information asymmetry.
The Third Mistress had met Pu Shougeng and learned that Ye Chenyu, known as the "Fifth in the World," had made a move. Of course, she ignored Pu Shougeng's various speculations. Pu Shougeng shouldn't be a curious child, and she wasn't a walking encyclopedia of questions.
All she needed to know was that Ye Chenyu had finally made his move, and that his strength was extraordinary. She saw that familiar face and voice on the surveillance footage from Pu Shougeng's house.
A century has passed in the blink of an eye, and he remains the same as before, exuding a natural elegance with every step he takes. No wonder those little vixens of yesteryear couldn't resist him, even daring to set their sights on Miss Su's man. If Miss Su were more ruthless, she would have captured a few of them, skinned them alive, and dismembered them long ago, and they would have known better than to think twice about their actions.
This Liu Chang'an is most likely his son. The so-called the Art of War is just a way to make it easier for Liu Chang'an to marry Qin Yanan, who is of the same generation. It was probably arranged by Qin Peng and him behind the scenes.
These are all trivial matters, but which vixen is so powerful that she probably had to squeeze him countless times to produce this little brat?
"Qingqing, let's go back." The Third Mistress stretched out her hand, took Zhong Qing's hand, and walked out of the residential area. She pointed to the gate, "Have someone install a hidden camera near the gate, one that can monitor the driveway. Whenever Liu Chang'an drives that car out, report it to me immediately."
"Yes." Zhong Qing looked down at the Third Mistress's soft, white hands, which resembled the flesh of a fish's belly, and didn't ask why.
After the Third Mistress left, a breeze seemed to pass by, carrying away the gloom and seriousness. The shady trees, rustling softly, restored a cool feeling. Zhou Dongdong finished her dessert, picked up the tattered little stool, and threw it into the earthen stove.
Liu Chang'an was cooking when suddenly thick black smoke billowed out. He looked down, reached inside, and pulled out a small stool. Then he pointed to the firewood that was actually suitable for starting a fire.
"Why don't you burn the little stool?" Zhou Dongdong stuck out his tongue to lick his fingers, but when he saw his mother glaring at him, he quickly wiped his face with his fingers as if nothing had happened.
"Because the stool can still be used after being repaired." Faced with a silly child, Liu Chang'an didn't know how to explain to her what kind of wood is more suitable for burning.
Zhou Dongdong nodded in sudden realization and went to find other firewood, after all, she was an enthusiastic person when it came to starting a fire.
"It's really strange that your mother actually came over today," Qin Yanan said to Zhu Juntang in a low voice.
"Yes, I came in person." Zhu Juntang nodded seriously. After all, she was already a very important and influential person. It was a bit too much of a favor to give Liu Chang'an to take the college entrance examination.
Moreover, his college entrance exam scores might have been obtained through cheating, using methods similar to magic tricks.
It's quite possible that Zhu Juntang doesn't intend to ask Liu Chang'an; he certainly won't admit it.
"Usually, for such happy occasions for younger generations, elders just send a gift through someone else. Your mother doesn't seem like someone who has a lot of free time." Qin Yanan thought carefully. During the two meals she had with the Third Mistress and the several casual chats she had had, the Third Mistress had asked about things related to Liu Chang'an.
Although their ancestors had a very good relationship, a friendship that had lasted for more than a century, giving one a sense of bond, from the perspective of a younger generation, the Third Mistress have shown so much interest and concern for Liu Chang'an.
Qin Yanan felt that she was here because her great-grandfather had sent her to take care of Liu Chang'an. However, it was impossible for the Third Mistress to have been sent by Old Madam Su to take care of Liu Chang'an. Firstly, the Third Mistress was the widow of Old Madam Su's most beloved the Art of War. Secondly, the Third Mistress was very busy. Her status in the Zhu Family was second only to Old Madam Su. She controlled the core industries of the Zhu Family. Even Zhu Changzhe, the highest-ranking member of the Zhu Family in Taiwan's political arena, had to bow down to this sister-in-law.
"She wouldn't still be hoping I'd marry Liu Chang'an, would she?" Thinking this, Zhu Juntang stiffly turned her neck, glanced sideways at Liu Chang'an, and then resolutely vowed, "I'd rather marry a chicken or a dog than marry Liu Chang'an."
Liu Chang'an overheard this, as he had just put the lid on the pot to let it simmer for a while.
"You can't just say things like 'marry a chicken or a dog' carelessly," Liu Chang'an waved his hand. "People who say things like that usually end up marrying a man who's worse than a chicken or a dog."
"Isn't that worse than pigs and dogs? So uncultured," Zhu Juntang mocked.
"Fine, the man you married is worse than a pig or a dog." Liu Chang'an spat. "I'd rather marry a chicken or a dog than marry you. You can rest assured and be your fairy."
"Hehe, you called that bamboo pole a chicken or a dog." Zhu Juntang laughed heartily.
"Bamboo pole?" Qin Yanan suddenly realized that Zhu Juntang was talking about An Nuan. An Nuan didn't look like a bamboo pole at all, because An Nuan wasn't thin. Qin Yanan was a little envious of An Nuan's figure. An Nuan's hip line was very beautiful, and her breasts were just right. She had the feel of a young girl. Qin Yanan felt that she was approaching the mature woman's style, which bothered her. Fortunately, her waist and abdomen didn't feel thick.
Liu Chang'an is going to marry An Nuan? How can you say for sure? She's still so young. Don't many relationships these days just fizzle out? Qin Yanan offered an objective and realistic commentary on Zhu Juntang's words.
"You stupid woman!" Liu Chang'an retorted without hesitation, defending An Nuan.
"He insulted me!" Zhu Juntang complained to Qin Yanan. Liu Chang'an not only kicked her but also cursed at her. How did she end up here?
"I'm so angry!" Zhu Juntang stormed off without waiting for Qin Yanan's reply.
Qin Yanan chuckled and shook her head gently. An Nuan and Liu Chang'an might not have a future together, and Zhu Juntang was clearly not a suitable person for Liu Chang'an.
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