Su Chenle was woken that morning by his phone's incessant beeping. He had already slept badly the night before, then developed a fever in the middle of the night. His whole body ached, and he was in a foul mood.
"Who the hell is it?!"
The moment Su Chenle opened his phone, the 99+ messages on his social apps startled him. Every message he opened contained a link, asking whether it was true.
The more explicit ones outright asked whether he had really gone and done it with other people...
Some even asked whether he wanted to try it with them.
With trembling fingers, Su Chenle opened the link. The news report was thorough, detailing almost every step of how the Su Family had fled to escape punishment back then.
It even covered how, after moving abroad, his family had tried to rebuild their fortune with their remaining assets, only to be outplayed by those unscrupulous businessmen overseas and dragged into the darkest circles.
They had needed to use their sons and daughters to settle their debts.
Now, the Su Family was living extravagantly abroad, relying on the businesses several of their daughters had painstakingly built and what little familial affection remained.
Their son, meanwhile, had thrived in a place like that, then brazenly returned to the country, holding welcome banquets and throwing parties. But what about the people they had hurt back then?
The scapegoats from their subsidiaries were still in prison, while their relatives were still struggling to repay enormous debts.
And what about the people harmed by their products? The Su Family's business empire had been staggeringly vast back then, ranging from real estate to everyday food.
Some had fallen ill and were still searching everywhere for treatment. Some had spent their lifetime savings on unfinished apartments.