Who Exactly Is Song Yichuan?!

Today's mahjong game had started unusually early. The rich wives, who normally slept until late morning, had all shown up at the venue without prior arrangement to grab seats, as if they feared being squeezed out if they arrived a second too late. The moment they entered, they plopped down impatiently, rolled up the sleeves of their custom-made outfits, and began shuffling tiles, their expressions both excited and furtive. "Have you heard?"

"Oh, of course!"

"Oh my, something like that actually happened? How utterly embarrassing. Though it's not exactly surprising, is it?"

"Look at Yan Tiancheng. He doesn't resemble Old Master Yan at all. Sure, boys take after their mothers and girls take after their fathers, but this is way too far off, isn't it?"

"Goodness, no one noticed all these years?"

"Tch, Mother Yan really is something. She hid it so well!"

"Hey, wait, I'm calling three wan!"

"Hmph, once it goes around, you can't take it back!"

"Hey, leave that four wan there! I'm taking it!"

"Speaking of which, those brats were already fighting over the family fortune hard enough. Now there's been an unexpected twist. Old Master Yan's sons are all hopeless cases, except for that unwanted illegitimate son."

"This time, it's hard to say."

"Honestly, I'd rather Yan Tiancheng inherited the family business. In the business world, no one wants to run into an opponent like Yan Jinyu."

"You're all overlooking the main point. Shouldn't we be looking into the background of that kid from the Song family?"

"Who exactly is he? He knows so many huge scandals. He's practically turning the entire upper-class circle upside down."

"His background doesn't matter. I just love gossip."

"Mm. Be careful it doesn't land on your own head."

The woman who spoke suddenly changed expression, her smile turning somewhat forced. "I've done nothing wrong and have nothing to hide. Why should I be afraid?"

Another Mrs. Fu merely glanced at her without responding, her face full of scornful mockery. Clearly, none of them believed such nonsense.

In the vortex of wealthy families, who could truly remain untouched?

Who didn't have secrets too shameful, even filthy, to speak of?

It was just that everyone was good at acting and even better at hiding them.

Before the mahjong game had even ended, the scandal had already spread far and wide. Even the little kids at International Elementary School were discussing it in the bathroom during recess, calling it elementary school bathroom socializing.

"Hey, isn't your brother your dad's biological son?"

"Then are you your dad's biological son?"

The chubby boy pushed up his glasses and asked with great seriousness.

"You need to figure that out. Otherwise, we can't be friends anymore. My dad said I can only make friends with rich second-generation kids."

Yan Siming frowned irritably.

"Oh, get lost, get lost! Who wants to be friends with you?"

He shoved the little fatty aside and was about to leave, only to be grabbed again by a chubby little hand.

"Hey, hey, hey, don't get mad. I was just saying."

"Mm, if you really aren't a rich second-generation kid, we can have an underground revolutionary friendship!"

Wang Quanfu flashed a fawning smile, his cheeks squished together. "You'll still be my boss."

After all, they were still young. A few words of comfort from a friend were enough to shatter his pretended strength.

Yan Siming sniffled and crouched against the wall.

"Things at home are a complete mess right now. It's driving me crazy."

His palm-sized face tilted up, looking both youthful and handsome as he said indignantly, "It's all Song Yichuan's fault. If it weren't for him—"

"What happened to him?" Wang Quanfu asked blankly.

The words about exposing Mind Reading hovered at Yan Siming's lips, yet no matter what, he couldn't get them out.

Yan Siming got so angry that he kept smacking his own head, and Wang Quanfu hurriedly tried to stop him.

"Hey, hey, why are you hitting yourself?"

"So what if you're not biologically related? If it really doesn't work out, come to my house. My dad has mines. Can't he afford to raise you?"

"Get lost! You're the one who isn't biologically related!"

Yan Siming yanked his hand back hard. There was simply no way he could communicate with this nouveau riche's son, so he stormed out of the restroom.

By the time he returned to class, the bell had just rung. Yan Siming ignored the math teacher entering the room and stared out the window as class began, his troubled thoughts drifting farther and farther away.

Was Big Brother really not Dad's biological son?

Was Dad really going to drive him away?

Was the only family member who loved him going to leave him just like that?

Hmph, it was all because of that idiot who exposed everything!

If Song Yichuan ever showed up in front of him, he definitely wouldn't let him off!

"Achoo!"

Song Yichuan rubbed his nose. Why does it feel like someone's cursing me? Is it this dog beside me? He's acting all proper now, but deep down, he probably hates me for breaking you two apart.

Sorry, but I just love getting on people's nerves!

Not far away, Fu Zhouchi's face had stiffened. "Could you please stop comparing me to a dog?"

The mama's boy was having a hard time holding back his laughter. He had never understood exactly how the vice president had offended Song Yichuan enough for Song Yichuan to be so devoted to insulting him.

The director came out with a microphone, looked up at the bright sunny sky, and then happily faced the gathering area.

"Guests, this morning will still be competition time. Today's event is everyone's specialty: freestyle swimming."

"This time, each pair will need to complete a relay in the pool. The pair with the shortest time wins."

Lu Chen raised his hand. "Director, are we using relay batons?"

"Hehe, no."

The director smiled mysteriously. "To encourage intimacy between guests, the relay method will be a hug in the water lasting only three seconds."

"How long?" Song Yichuan's incredulous voice rang out, making the director think he had misspoken. He lowered his head to check the cue cards before replying, "That's right, three seconds. You think it's too short?"

Song Yichuan pressed his lips together tightly and instinctively looked toward Fu Zhouchi.

Then, Who the hell came up with this idea? Just thinking about it is a little disgusting. No, I can't—bleugh, bleugh, bleugh, bleugh, bleugh!

Song Yichuan raised a hand to cover his face and bent slightly toward the pool.

"Ah!"

Before he could make any specific move, an angry shout came from beside him. "Song Yichuan, enough!"

Song Yichuan seemed to be forcing down his discomfort as he turned around. "W-What did I do?"

The livestream viewers were baffled.

"What's going on?"

"Fu Zhouchi is picking a fight for no reason?"

"Our Chuanbao is so pitiful!"

"Huh?"

"Huh?"

"Chuanbao?"

"Song Yichuan got cleared that quickly?"

"And he's pitiful?"

"Our Chenchen is the pitiful one, okay?"

"Hey, everyone has different tastes. What's it to you?"

"I like Chuanbao's long pale legs!"

"Honestly, Song Yichuan and Fu Zhouchi aren't a good match. He should choose Yan Jinyu!"

"I still can't get yesterday's scene of them fighting side by side out of my head. It was absolutely iconic!"

"Exactly, exactly! It was such a huge case that people even turned it into GIFs. It made the trending list!"

Fu Zhouchi could no longer endure it. Just as he was about to lose his temper again, a low, lazy voice came from beside him. "Director, for this kind of athletic competition, shouldn't you consider the guests' physical conditions?"

Yan Jinyu's icy gaze landed directly on Fu Zhouchi's face as he continued, enunciating every word. "Whether they're actually suitable to participate."

The director thought for a moment. "Mm, you're right. That was my oversight."

As he spoke, he turned to everyone. "Guests, if you've had any recent physical discomfort, or if you went to the hospital not long ago, please tell me promptly to avoid any issues later—"

"Why are you all looking at Fu Zhouchi?"