When juicy gossip came knocking, how could anyone turn it down?
The wealthy guests swarmed upstairs after Feng Cheng.
Plenty of bystanders who had no idea what was happening hurried after the others, asking curiously in hushed voices as they walked, "What's going on?"
"Shh!" The wealthy guests turned back with fierce expressions. "Don't tip them off!"
Those who had been scolded still didn't understand, but they nodded meekly. "Oh, okay."
Wealthy families never lacked gossip, but this was different. This was gossip about the Feng Family!
The Feng Family! The biggest name among the elite! The top wealthy family in the country!
Who could possibly resist?!
The normally dignified, pampered guests had all turned furtive in pursuit of gossip.
In perfect sync, they softened their footsteps, formed three orderly lines, and crept upstairs with their backs bent.
Tao Zhiyan: "..."
Everyone was really going all out for this gossip.
Naturally, Feng Cheng didn't believe Tao Zhiyan. It was precisely because he didn't believe him that he dared to bring everyone upstairs.
But the moment he reached the upper floor, he saw an extremely familiar figure standing in the shadows.
Was... was that?!
Feng Cheng drew a deep breath. Refusing to believe it, he strode forward and heard the two talking.
"...Well? ...I told you, didn't I?" The taller figure turned the long-haired Madam Yuan around, his voice brimming with smug satisfaction. "I said I could get you in, and I did."
Madam Yuan laughed, generous with her praise. "Of course I trusted you, hubby... You're the best, hubby...!"
At that voice, Feng Cheng's mind went blank, his ears ringing.
That familiar voice, the voice that haunted his dreams-of course he recognized it!
But... how was this possible?
Hadn't Madam Yuan said she liked him best? Why, why was she calling someone else her husband here?
"You... you!" All the blood in Feng Cheng's body seemed to surge into his chest, leaving him struggling to breathe and trembling all over.
He rushed forward in a furious rage, but the moment he spoke, his voice broke with tears. "What are you doing?!"
The two nearby turned at the sound, only to find a huge crowd standing at the top of the stairs.
?
Everyone stared at Madam Yuan.
Madam Yuan stared at everyone.
???
!!!
Madam Yuan quickly pushed the man away and frantically straightened her clothes.
The buzz-cut man hadn't caught on yet and stood there in bewilderment.
Dozens of gazes shifted away from Madam Yuan. Everyone drew a deep breath, their eyes involuntarily drifting downward before casually looking away again.
The man hurriedly straightened his clothes, his movements frantic.
"How could you do something like this?!" Feng Cheng wiped away a tear, even his voice trembling as he looked at Madam Yuan. "Didn't you say you were going to the bathroom?! What are you doing here with this man?!"
"You're... you're cheating! Do you realize that?!"
Tao Zhiyan watched Feng Cheng rub his eyes, then rub them again. Curious, he squeezed forward and leaned closer to look at him.
No way. Was he actually crying?
The other spectators stood frozen, their minds racing as they tried to unravel the deeper implications.
The Feng Family's tangled web of relationships.
Cheating?
Hmm... don't rush. Think this through.
So first this happened... then that happened... and finally, bam, there was cheating too!
The gossip-hungry crowd drew a deep breath. Sure enough, twisted love was even more irresistible!
The reporters who had followed them hesitated for a moment, then slowly switched on their cameras.
A massive rich-family scandal: a mistress's untold story, plus two men and one woman, plus the deceased Feng Ze's Father-a four-way romance! Today's targets were in the bag!!
"Cheng, you... why did you come upstairs?" Madam Yuan's first reaction wasn't to explain, but to get angry. Seeing the buzz-cut man's increasingly dark expression, she took half a step forward to stand in front of Feng Cheng. "Didn't I tell you to wait downstairs?"
"Why did you come upstairs?"
"Who's he?" The buzz-cut man frowned and pulled Madam Yuan toward him. "What's your relationship with him?"
"I, I..." Madam Yuan stammered, not knowing how to answer.
Everyone waited eagerly.
You, you what? Hurry up and tell us!
The suspense was killing them!
Since Madam Yuan didn't want to answer, Tao Zhiyan stepped in.
Looking entirely unconcerned about making the spectacle worse, he quietly added fuel to the fire. "Madam Yuan doesn't seem very willing to answer."
"Fourth Young Master, what do you think?"
What did he think? He fucking thought so too!
"Who are you?! What gives you the right to stand so close to her?!" Feng Cheng's anger surged. He rushed forward, grabbed the arm holding Madam Yuan, and tried to pull her toward himself.
Those words scared Madam Yuan so badly that her face turned white. She shook Feng Cheng off and hurried to reassure the buzz-cut man. "No!! Listen to me! It's not what you think!"
The buzz-cut man frowned.
He had known Madam Yuan for quite a while and knew she was the Feng Family patriarch's mistress.
But he hadn't known she was a serial mistress?!
"Why is she only explaining things to the buzz-cut guy?" Tao Zhiyan glanced at Feng Cheng and muttered, "Doesn't our Fourth Young Master deserve an explanation too?"
Tao Zhiyan wasn't loud, but his voice reached everyone's ears clearly.
What did a master of stirring the pot look like?
Exactly like this man!
He was even stirring both sides!
"What's your relationship with him?!" Feng Cheng instantly flared up and grabbed Madam Yuan's wrist. "What do you need to explain to him?!"
Seeing this, the buzz-cut man also reached out and grabbed Madam Yuan.
With one hand held firmly by each of these two champions of true love, Madam Yuan looked left and right, racking her brains for a suitable explanation.
But what explanation could she possibly give now?
Feng Cheng had seen her doing it with the other man!
Madam Yuan's thoughts were a mess, and she felt a twinge of regret.
Fuck, she'd finally tricked the buzz-cut man into running that old bastard over and killing him! And Feng Cheng, that love-starved moron, was just about to hand over the Smart Brain's core technology!
She'd been so close to success. Why had something gone wrong now?
Madam Yuan's chest rose and fell rapidly, but she couldn't think of an explanation.
She couldn't afford to offend either of them!
The buzz-cut man had helped her kill someone.
Feng Cheng would help her get the money.
After thinking it over and over, she gritted her teeth and decided to gamble.
Tears suddenly spilled from her eyes. Raising her voice, she stared at Feng Cheng. "Even you don't believe me?!"
Then she looked at the buzz-cut man. "I've been so good to you!"
Finally, she covered her face and crouched on the floor, sobbing. "Are you trying to drive me to my death?!"
That move stunned everyone into silence.
Wait, what kind of move was this?
Tao Zhiyan almost laughed. These domineering-CEO romances were seriously ridiculous. What good could such a lousy trick possibly do?
There wasn't a shred of logic to it!
But when he looked again, both champions of true love had been frozen in place.
Both seemed to think Madam Yuan was talking to him, and both were utterly heartbroken for her.
Tao Zhiyan slowly went, "?"
He fell silent.
Madam Yuan cried so prettily, sobbing until she could barely breathe. "I... I know, I know it was wrong to do this..."
"You won't forgive me, will you?" She raised her head to look at Feng Cheng, glistening tears rolling from her eyes as she gazed up pitifully.
Then she turned toward the buzz-cut man, her shimmering gaze carrying a hint of pleading. "Will you?"
That soft approach completely subdued both men.
Not just the two champions of true love-even the spectators were dumbfounded.
Wait, master, what technique was that? They'd never seen it before???
"Fine!"
"Since you don't believe me, I'll smash my head against the wall and die right here!" Madam Yuan suddenly wiped away her tears and fixed her gaze on the wall beside her. As though making some firm resolve, she sprang up and charged toward it!
!!?
The two champions of true love immediately caught Madam Yuan from either side and spoke in unison. "I never said I didn't believe you!"
Madam Yuan shook her head and cried even harder, looking ready to prove her innocence with her death.
She sobbed, made a scene, and shouted as though she were the victim.
Tao Zhiyan couldn't understand why the plot had taken this turn. Finally, he couldn't help asking aloud, "So when Madam Yuan says 'you,' does she mean the Fourth Young Master or the other gentleman?"
The spectators cast approving looks at Tao Zhiyan.
Whatever else might be said, this guy really knew how to fan the flames! And he wasn't afraid to ask questions!
That question jolted both champions of true love awake. They exchanged glances, then looked at their hands holding Madam Yuan, and finally realized.
Right. She hadn't specified whom she was talking to at all, had she?
It had been nothing but 'you, you, you' the entire time. She was clearly trying to muddy the waters!
"She's crying so hard," Tao Zhiyan's voice drifted over again. "Shouldn't the Fourth Young Master be the one crying? Besides, in a situation like this, we don't even know where our Fourth Young Master ranks among her side pieces..."
Feng Cheng snapped out of his daze, even his gaze clearing a little.
"Right. What are you crying for? Shouldn't I be the one crying?" Tao Zhiyan's words helped Feng Cheng regain some clarity, and he let go of Madam Yuan's hand.
Feng Cheng pointed at the man beside her and asked, "Go on, then. How did you two meet? When did you meet?"
"And what number side piece am I, exactly?"
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