Your Ass Is the One with Problems!

Late at night, outside the filming set of Raging Sea Massacre, a man with a cigarette in his mouth leaned against the wall. His expression was complicated and melancholy. Smoke drifted from his thin lips, gradually blurring his features.

Suddenly, a tall figure slowly approached.

Before the man could turn around, a teasing voice reached him.

Things had gotten to this point, and you still weren't going home to confirm it?

Yan Jinyu curled his lips, clearly enjoying the gossip without taking a bite of melon.

You really can hold it together, huh!

Fu Zhouchi pursed his lips and turned around. The cigarette in his hand fell limply to the ground. He forced a relaxed smile. What kind of situation are you talking about?

Was there any need to confirm it?

Wasn't it an objective fact in every family? How were you any better than me?

Your biological father not only loved fooling around, but swung both ways too.

Your biological mother got pregnant before marriage, brought her son into the family, and had another legitimate son ready to inherit the family fortune—only to discover that damn it, he wasn't biologically hers!

Yan Jinyu naturally caught the meaning in her eyes, and the smile at his lips deepened. You really know how to comfort yourself. But if your stepmother finds out about this, do you think she'll still keep quiet?

Fu Zhouchi's expression froze. He had actually forgotten about that. It was probably too late to suppress the news now, so he had to go home immediately.

He did not bother sparring with Yan Jinyu any longer. Pulling out his phone, he called his driver. Come pick me up right away.

Song Yichuan, who had just come out for some fresh air, watched Fu Zhouchi hurry away and could not help wondering, Why's he in such a rush?

Where's he going?

I thought that rich mutt had practically moved onto the set for Lu Chun.

Something urgent happened at home, maybe?

Yan Jinyu turned his head and chuckled, his gaze settling on Song Yichuan's face. For a moment, he did not want to look away.

Song Yichuan nodded thoughtfully. Something urgent?

Did they discover Chen Feng's identity?

No wonder. He looks exactly like his biological mother.

Like I said, this circle is such a mess. If a family hasn't produced a mistress or an illegitimate child, they practically don't deserve to call themselves a conglomerate.

Melodramatic novels really don't come from nowhere. They all come from reality.

Still muttering to himself, he remembered that his next scene was about to begin and turned to head back into the set. Yet the moment he took a step and looked up, he was startled.

Several heads had appeared over the set's large iron gate, their eyes fixed intently on him as if they were spying on something.

Damn, are these people sick?

They don't even make a sound when they walk. What are they staring at? Never seen two men meeting in private before?

The last remark was deliberately sarcastic. Song Yichuan did not take it seriously at all. After all, he was a newbie—who could hear him?

I'll say whatever I want and curse whoever I want. I'm happy to do it!

Song Yichuan raised a hand to pat his chest, then turned to walk back, completely unaware that behind him, Yan Jinyu's phoenix eyes curved slightly and his lips lifted into a pleased smile.

As soon as Fu Zhouchi left, Yu Jiajia followed after him. The moment she got into the back seat of her car, she began cursing inwardly.

Ah, what kind of fate is this? No one in this family gives me any peace!

I just sent Grandpa's ex-girlfriend to the detention center, and now my second brother's huge scandal has been exposed. Fine, it only took two minutes—but how did it turn into an anorectal scandal?

Fine, the medical records were erased, but why did he go stay overnight at his little driver's place?

If Mom and Dad hear about this, won't the whole family explode?

As she lamented inwardly, she spoke to the driver.

Meng Na, step on it. Got it!

Half a second after agreeing, the driver could not help asking, Miss, are we going to catch someone cheating?

Grandpa's sweetheart, my ass! Shut up! Yu Jiajia snapped irritably.

Look, your car is a Miss, the driver answered solemnly.

After that, the luxury car fell into an eerie silence. Yu Jiajia stared at the ink-dark leaves outside the window, blinked, and became excited again. Do you know my second brother's driver, Liu Ning?

Miss, Liu Ning? Of course I know him. We trained at the same company. The guy's handsome, has a great build—waist where it should be, muscles where they should be. Lots of people had crushes on him back then.

The driver launched into chatter mode. Yu Jiajia hesitated for two seconds. He's absolutely loyal to my brother.

To be honest, once a bunch of us drivers were gathered together chatting, and someone joked that your brother walked strangely, like there was something wrong with his backside.

Liu Ning suddenly rushed over and punched that guy. He was shouting, Your ass is the one with problems! Your whole family has problems!

Yu Jiajia felt exhausted. My idiot second brother probably stuffed something in there.

The driver continued.

Actually, Liu Ning overreacted a little. The guy didn't even say much, but when Liu Ning jumped out like that, it made it seem as if something really was going on.

He paused, glanced at the rearview mirror, and cautiously asked, Miss, could President Yu have had hemorrhoids?

Oh, come on, it's not a big deal. Hemorrhoids that are hard to cure aren't anything serious. Hiding it just makes people imagine things.

Enough. You can shut up now.

Got it, Miss. The driver obediently fell silent.

When the car arrived at its destination, Yu Jiajia picked up her limited-edition handbag and got out.

Wait here. There's no property management in this little apartment building, and the elevator goes straight up.

Yu Jiajia entered the elevator and headed directly to her destination.

Following the information on her phone, she found the corresponding apartment number. The moment her high heels came to a stop, she heard muffled groans from inside.

Easy, easy! You're killing me! Get off, get off! I'm not doing this anymore!

Oh my god, why are you so strong?!

Yu Jiajia's face flushed red. This crappy building has no soundproofing, and you still dare make this much noise? Aren't you afraid paparazzi will catch you at it?

Thinking that, she lifted her foot to kick the door hard, but then the elevator beside her opened and two heads squeezed out.

Yu Jiajia turned and jumped in fright. Hmph, Mom, Dad, why are you two—

Cut the nonsense! Mother Yu shoved her aside. Hurry up and make him open the door.

Father Yu, dressed in a suit and tie, rolled up his sleeves. Opening the door is too much trouble. Just pry it open.

Mom, Dad, calm down.

Seeing that things were going badly, Yu Jiajia deliberately raised her voice.

My brother, he— Before she could finish, the apartment door opened from within.

Liu Ning's handsome but anxious face appeared.

P-President Yu, where's Yu Zhenyu? Father Yu asked through gritted teeth.

Inside.

Father Yu pushed him aside and charged in.

You little bastard, get the hell out here! I heard you've been playing with eels. Come on, come on—show me how the hell you play with them!

The cramped room instantly descended into chaos. Little President Yu, who had been howling earlier, now screamed even more miserably.

Dad, wait! Listen to me explain!

Mother Yu was not idle either. She grabbed Liu Ning's hand, her gaze sharp. What did you do to my son?

If you don't explain yourself clearly today, I'll send you to the police station tomorrow and accuse you of abduction and molestation!

Liu Ning looked extremely panicked. Shaking the bottle in his hand, he said, I really didn't do anything! I was just putting it on Little President Yu's ass—

Yu Jiajia covered her face in utter speechlessness. This is too damn chaotic!