Oh ho! If this happened too often, he needed to see a doctor!

Yan Siming was shrouded by a sense of foreboding. His previous swagger as the class boss had vanished completely, and now his hands and feet seemed to have nowhere to go. He looked even more uneasy than the young homeroom teacher, Li Qing.

Seeing the troublemaker sitting silently, apparently stunned by something, Li Qing hurriedly seized the chance to speak. "Um, everyone, let me introduce your new substitute teacher."

She raised a hand toward the classroom door. "Mr. Song, I'll leave the rest to Teacher Song."

Song Yichuan, who had been waiting at the door, had barely taken a step forward when he saw the homeroom teacher rush out.

"Um, sorry, Teacher Song. I have another class, so I won't keep you company."

"Hey, I'm heading out first."

Song Yichuan, who had just been brushed past, was utterly speechless.

Was there any need to be in such a hurry? Was he that scary, or were students these days too hard to handle?

Carrying his doubts, Song Yichuan slowly walked up to the podium, pressed his lips together, and smiled faintly. "Good morning, everyone!"

"Hmph, you little brats!"

The entire class froze in perfect unison.

What did "little brats" mean?

"My surname is Song. My name is Song Yichuan."

"Although you don't know me yet, over the next few days of filming, we'll gradually get acquainted and may even become friends."

The famous second-generation interviewee! He was the Gossip King, Song Yichuan!

No wonder they could hear his thoughts. So their parents hadn't lied—there really was something this mysterious!

Wait, whose dirt had he just said he was going to dig up?

Yan Siming's, the class boss?

Oh, this was exciting!

As gazes like flashlight beams suddenly converged on him, Yan Siming nervously cleared his throat.

Song Yichuan immediately noticed and turned toward him. "This student, if you have any opinions, feel free to say them."

"I..." Yan Siming met Song Yichuan's eyes. The boldness he had shown while confronting the teacher earlier diminished quite a bit, but he did not want to show weakness in front of his classmates, so he could only tough it out.

"I think—"

Tch, what opinions could a little brat possibly have? He even dared to challenge a teacher on the spot?

When you were getting your pants pulled down at home and begging for mercy while being spanked, why weren't you this tough?

Getting his pants pulled down and spanked?

He even knew that?

Yan Siming's little face flushed bright red, while Lin Zhuo could not hold back his laughter, his shoulders shaking nonstop.

His lackey, Wang Quanfu, simply could not believe that the mighty boss in his heart was still getting spanked in his teens.

He shot to his feet. "You're talking nonsense! Our boss would never—"

"Beep beep beep, boss!"

Song Yichuan narrowed his eyes. "Elementary school students are not allowed to play that gang nonsense!"

Yan Siming covered his face in irritation and despair. With the Gossip King here, he would probably get stripped so thoroughly that not even his underwear would remain.

"What's your name?"

Song Yichuan asked again.

Upon hearing the question, Yan Siming's pupils abruptly contracted. Don't say it! Whatever you do, don't say your name!

He screamed inwardly, but it was already too late.

"Hmph, my name is Wang Quanfu. I don't change my name standing or sitting. What can you do to me?"

Before he could finish those words, Song Yichuan's thoughts rang out in his mind. So you're the useless rookie Yan Siming was talking about. Your skills suck, and you never shut up. Even a pig would do better than you!

Oh wow, those were your boss's exact words about you!

Wang Quanfu was usually only scolded with harmless insults. He had never heard such a blunt assessment before.

He stared at Yan Siming in utter disbelief, then collapsed back into his seat in a daze, muttering, "So this was what Boss had always thought of me..."

Yan Siming was completely speechless. Fine, that was ruthless. Before anything had even happened, Song Yichuan had already started driving a wedge between them.

Before the rich second-generation students could figure out what was going on, Director Wang had already led the crew in to set up the filming location. The big shots visiting the set also poked their heads in, and someone in the classroom cried out, "Oh, bro, why are you here?"

"Who is that?"

"Why are you here?"

"Uncle, you..." Yan Siming looked over as well and, sure enough, saw that face he hated beyond measure. Damn it!

Yan Jinyu had come too. Flies really did love uncracked eggs!

"Hmph, I'm not afraid of you!"

That little fatty had sat back down already. He was not loyal to his boss at all. Song Yichuan had thought they would have a war of words.

The filming site would take a while longer to set up. What should he do in the meantime?

How about digging up more gossip? Let him take a look.

Oh? Yan Siming actually did that early this morning? Hahaha!

Yan Siming's face turned red again, and he looked even more panicked than when the spanking had been mentioned.

He tried to rush forward and cover Song Yichuan's mouth, but rationality told him the next second that covering his mouth would be useless.

They were communicating through thoughts, after all! Hahaha!

He had a wet dream in sixth grade, huh? And he hid his underwear beneath his pillow. If the housekeeper couldn't find it, what would his room smell like at night?

Sigh, little brat, you need to pay attention to this. If it happens often, you need to see a doctor!

"Hahaha—hey, let me laugh a little longer."

Qiao Jian's classmates were already doubled over with laughter, while the set-visiting group at the door covered their mouths and laughed until tears came out.

Yan Siming knew his life was over. His lifelong reputation had been utterly ruined!

When Fu Zhouchi returned home, she found quite a few people sitting on the living room sofa. One figure among them was slender and fragile, her shoulders trembling faintly as she sobbed. "Mom!"

She cried out in distress and hurried forward.

The middle-aged man seated alone snapped coldly, "You still call her Mom?"

"Is she worthy of it?"

"She actually gave birth to a bastard behind my back!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the heavily made-up, seductive woman rushed over.

"Aiya, calm down. You need to take care of your health. There's no need to get angry with someone who isn't the richest man—"

"Shut up! Did I give you permission to speak?"

Fu Zhouchi glared furiously.

Fu Ba immediately stood and pointed at Fu Zhouchi's face. "You unfilial child! How dare you speak to your little mother like that?"

"I only have one mother. Don't insult her by comparing her to trash!"

Fu Zhouchi tugged at the corner of her mouth and strode quickly to her biological mother's side. She wrapped an arm around the fragile woman. "I'm not dead yet, Fu Jia. It's not your turn to make decisions. If you don't want the CEO position, say the word. Plenty of people are willing to take it!"

Fu Ba's chest rose and fell with fury.

Hearing this, the little mother's eyes immediately shifted. She moved closer to Fu Ba and said sweetly, "Aiya, old Fu, I told you not to get angry. Your heart isn't good—what if you fall ill?"

"If Zhouchi is too tired and wants to rest, then let her rest. Doesn't she have a younger brother?"

"He can take over completely."

"Wake up!"

The mother, who had been crying silently the whole time, suddenly screamed. "If my family hadn't supported you, would the Fuji Group have what it has today?"

"If you want to reap the rewards without doing anything, it will be over my dead body."

The little mother rolled her eyes. "Oh, Sister, can't you see things clearly even now?"

"Always bringing up your family. No wonder old Fu hates you!"

After saying that, she grabbed Fu Ba's arm again and cooed, "Old Fu, see that? If you don't take back the company's power soon, even the legal representative's name will change."

"Since that mother and daughter are so determined to leave, don't count on them. Don't we still have a son?"

"Stop pretending. Whether that son is really my father's biological child is still uncertain!"

Fu Zhouchi suddenly cut in coldly. The little mother's expression instantly changed. "You're making baseless accusations! You're not allowed to spout nonsense without evidence!"

Fu Zhouchi tugged at the corner of her mouth. "Evidence? That's easy. All we need to do is... dig into the gossip field."

The little mother seemed to realize the same thing, and her face immediately darkened further.