Serves You Right for Being Cuckolded

Before Fu Zhouchi could finish, Song Yichuan's inner voice began pouring forth nonstop.

The romance show's audience ratings were bad, so he exposed the scandal of the Yan Family's stand-in heir to divert attention. He even deliberately created the illusion of infighting within the Yan Family, washing his own hands clean.

But honestly, using someone else's knife to kill was a pretty clever move.

No matter who exposed the scandal surrounding his birth, Yan Tiancheng's first suspect would definitely be Yan Jinyu.

After all, this unfavored illegitimate son was his strongest competitor and the one who stood to gain the most.

If Yan Tiancheng were kicked out, Yan Jinyu would become the top candidate to inherit the Yan Family.

And as the Yan Family's former eldest brother, Yan Tiancheng had never exactly been bright. He jumped into every pit others dug for him. Even after being sold off, he'd probably still babble away while counting the money for them.

Sure enough, the moment word got out, he called Fu Zhouchi and begged him to help come up with a plan.

And what happened?

Fu Zhouchi was the first one to expose this. He was two-faced to perfection. Wasn't he afraid of getting caught?

In just two minutes, Song Yichuan had exposed the scheme Fu Zhouchi had just set up. The heirs of the powerful families immediately looked at him differently, their gazes carrying a trace of contempt.

Yan Jinyu in particular wore a faint, ambiguous smile. A dangerous aura gathered around him, and the meaning in his icy gaze was utterly undisguised.

Fu Zhouchi looked slightly awkward, but he said nothing. He took Lu Chen's hand and stepped back.

"What's wrong?"

"Brother Chi?"

The suddenly heavy atmosphere made Lu Chen sense that something was off, so he asked softly.

"Nothing."

Fu Zhouchi brushed him off gently.

At this point, any explanation would have seemed pale and weak.

Fortunately, deception and scheming were commonplace among wealthy families. Everyone was used to it.

Still, he glanced in Song Yichuan's direction and thought darkly, If someone like him can't be used by me, he should be eliminated as soon as possible. Otherwise, even the slightest move could easily be exposed.

The show continued. Huo Renjie reluctantly stepped forward to draw a lot, but the moment he saw the slip of paper, he collapsed. "Apply sunscreen? Who came up with this date idea? Are they perverts?"

"Two grown men touching each other—who can stand that?"

"Especially an old cadre like Meng Qiongqi. What passion could there possibly be?"

The livestream viewers burst out laughing when they saw this.

"HAHAHA, did the director do this on purpose?"

"They know those two don't get along, yet they arranged a mutual sunscreen application segment. Aren't they afraid the two of them will deliberately rub each other raw?"

"No need to say it—I can already picture it. The comedic effect is through the roof!"

"Honestly, I don't think Meng Qiongqi's gaze at Huo Renjie is exactly innocent. It feels like he's hiding something, but Huo Renjie is too dense to notice!"

"Can't wait, can't wait!"

"If you can't handle it, you can leave the show."

A chilly voice came from behind him.

"Leave!"

Huo Renjie turned to face Meng Qiongqi. Just as he was about to snap back, he suddenly remembered something. "Who said I'm leaving?"

"It's just applying sunscreen. Who knows who'll be taking advantage of whom!"

What a joke. Only an idiot would stay away from the King of Gossip!

If I hadn't heard those inner thoughts, how would I know Fu Zhouchi was even more calculating and ruthless than Yan Jinyu?

If I inherit the Huo Group someday, I'll have to watch out for him. That guy is definitely not easy to deal with.

The final pair sent out the sweet-looking Yu Jiajia. She took out her slip and read aloud, "Make summer crispy ice pops with your partner. I like this date style—summer and the beach, beautiful women and delicious food."

It was the weekend, so the Yan Family's youngest son was holed up in his bedroom playing games. The newly released variety show was playing on his tablet, and the lively barrage of comments made its popularity obvious.

Yan Siming sat with his legs crossed, occasionally casting a disdainful glance at it.

"Tch. People actually watch such boring plots?"

"You couldn't even fool children with this."

"Boss, what did you say?"

"I didn't hear you."

Wang Quanfu's puzzled voice came from the phone.

"I—I... Boss, get down here! I'm surrounded! That damn jungler is camping in the grass!"

Yan Siming tapped furiously on the screen.

"Idiot. You're a marksman—why aren't you hiding behind your support? Why are you getting so close to the bushes?"

"Wow, Boss, you're amazing! You jumped in and killed three without missing a beat! I'm going crazy with admiration!"

Yan Siming smiled smugly. Just as he was about to speak, arguing erupted outside his bedroom.

"Bitch! You were already sleeping with someone else when we got married! The paternity report is out, and you still want to deny it?"

"Let's see if I beat you to death today!"

Yan Siming instantly held his breath, but Wang Quanfu in the game unknowingly asked, "Huh?"

"Boss, what's that noise over there?"

"You guys keep playing. I'm logging off."

With that, he directly exited the game. Only Wang Quanfu's voice came through in time. "Oh, Boss, don't! I'm heartbroken!"

Yan Siming jumped off the bed. The moment he pressed his ear to the door, he heard his mother crying and shouting.

"Yan Xudong, do you have any right to accuse me?"

"Over all these years, do you even know how many mistresses you've kept outside?"

"Did I ever make you raise another man's child? Did I ever make you wear a green hat?"

"Bitch!"

"I'm asking you—does Yan Siming really have my blood?"

Yan Siming's heart immediately clenched. He frantically opened his bedroom door and rushed downstairs, where he saw his father grabbing his mother by the hair in the living room.

"Dad, let go of Mom!"

Yan Xudong turned at the sound, his expression twisted with fury. "Get back to your room!"

Having never seen his father so enraged before, Yan Siming took a frightened step back.

"Siming, go back quickly! This has nothing to do with you!"

Yan Siming's mother glared furiously at Yan Xudong. "Are you even human? You're scaring your own son too?"

Yan Siming was still just a child. He was completely unable to handle a scene like this. He turned and ran upstairs. After entering his room, he locked the door tightly and slowly slid down against it with his thin body.

The variety show on the tablet was still livestreaming, and a guest's voice carried over. "I have a younger brother at home who also likes surfing. You're so good at it—could you teach him someday?"

Tears blurred Yan Siming's vision. When he turned to look, his eyes fixed viciously on Song Yichuan's face. I don't need you to teach me. I hate you, Yan Jinyu. You're not my brother either. My only brother is Yan Tiancheng!

Song Yichuan on the show seemed to sense something. He did not respond immediately, instead grumbling inwardly, A younger brother? That little brat doesn't see you as his brother at all. He's already treating you lightly—be careful he doesn't stab you in the back someday.

Yan Jinyu's gaze darkened when he heard that.