Yu Family Villa.
Yu Fei, his mother Lady Wang, and his uncle Yu Tianxiang were all gathered in the living room.
The three had originally been discussing matters related to a land auction. With Chairman Yu Jianhua still recuperating in the hospital, the sudden major upheaval in the corporation would have significant repercussions moving forward.
Lady Wang had been quietly scheming on how to gradually transfer the corporation’s assets to herself and her son. After all, no matter how vast Yu Corporation was, strictly speaking, it didn’t belong to her—or even entirely to Yu Fei.
This wasn’t just because Yu Mo held a larger share of the equity, but also due to other reasons.
Moreover, her husband Yu Jianhua’s health had always been precarious. If something were to happen to him suddenly, Yu Mo would have every right to inherit the shares.
Although both she and Yu Fei held some equity, their stakes were minimal. Yu Jianhua was domineering and had never allocated them much. Additionally, there was a prenuptial agreement between them that clearly outlined the ownership of pre-marital and marital assets.
Despite the harsh terms, Lady Wang had agreed—even proposed it herself back then.
Given the circumstances at the time, she had no choice. Without it, she would never have secured her position.
If her husband were to pass unexpectedly, according to inheritance laws and factoring in the shares Yu Mo held in his father’s name, Yu Mo would likely become the largest shareholder overnight.
To prevent this, ever since her husband’s health declined, Lady Wang had been slowly embezzling the corporation’s assets.
She had secretly arranged for the establishment of a construction company and covertly taken over her husband’s former smuggling channels for luxury goods.
Now, at least half of the luxury stores in Bright Pearl City’s major shopping centers sourced their goods from her supply line—even some online retailers relied on her channels.
Only after delving into smuggling did she realize just how lucrative it was. She even privately mocked her husband for abandoning such a golden goose.
It was this smuggling operation that provided her with the funds to establish companies, secure projects, and develop real estate.
Otherwise, despite being the wife of Yu Corporation’s chairman, she could never have scraped together two billion for land auctions.
Originally, after acquiring two plots, she had planned to leverage Yu Corporation’s influence and brand recognition to turn a profit. But then, things went awry.
At that moment, Yu Fei knelt on the plush leather sofa, his knees numb from pain. His mother, Wang Simin, and uncle Yu Tianxiang sat on the sofa discussing corporate matters, completely ignoring him.
"Mom, I—" Yu Fei started to speak.
"Stay kneeling!" Wang Simin didn’t even glance at him. "If you hadn’t recklessly altered the bidding price, we wouldn’t be in this mess!"
Yu Tianxiang chimed in, "Fei, with the chairman in the hospital, the corporation is at a critical juncture. You can fool around all you want, but this? You need to learn your lesson."
Yu Fei gritted his teeth, refusing to respond, but inwardly, he seethed with hatred for that woman, Liu Yutong.
Just as he was about to collapse from the strain, a sudden message made him shoot to his feet.
Wang Simin immediately snapped, "Who said you could stand?"
Yu Fei ignored her, panic in his voice. "Mom, Baldie and his men got arrested!"
Wang Simin scoffed, "Impossible. Your uncle already pulled strings with the authorities."
Yu Fei stomped his foot in frustration. "It’s true! Director Zhou suddenly had them arrested, but the Wanlong Society members walked away untouched!"
Yu Tianxiang frowned. "That can’t be. With my connections to Old Zhou, he wouldn’t do this."
"It’s true! If you don’t believe me, Uncle, check for yourself!" Yu Fei insisted.
In truth, the plan to target the Wanlong Society—even setting them up—had been his mother and uncle’s idea, meant to pressure them.
The moment Yu Fei learned from Lin Muyang that Wanlong Supermarket had been transferred to Liu Yutong, he rushed to consult his mother and uncle.
With this move, the supermarket—previously the Wanlong Society’s main revenue source—had suddenly doubled in scale. Though they doubted the Wanlong Society could afford the land transfer fees, they still orchestrated this scheme as insurance.
By putting the Wanlong Society under fire and throwing obstacles in their way, their supermarket profits would inevitably plummet.
Then, whether from cash flow shortages or outright financial collapse, they’d have to relinquish the land—or worse, sell it at a steep discount.
But before the plan could even take off, it had already backfired.
Seeing his nephew’s certainty, Yu Tianxiang’s expression darkened. He picked up his phone and made a few calls.
After confirming the news, he set the phone down and said gravely to Wang Simin, "Sister-in-law, Fei’s right. Just as they were about to round up the whole gang, Secretary Huang showed up and bailed them out."
"Secretary Huang? No way!" Wang Simin was stunned.
Secretary Huang had no reason to interfere—unless...
Yu Fei exploded at his uncle’s words. "Damn it! Lin Muyang set me up with Liu Yutong? After all the ass-kissing I did for him, he stabs me in the back?!"
Furious, he spat, "That bastard, riding on his father’s coattails! At the end of the day, he’s just a bastard himself!"
Truthfully, Yu Fei had already suspected Lin Muyang after learning about the supermarket transfer.
If Lin Muyang hadn’t suddenly borrowed a billion from him, causing him to lose the land bid, he wouldn’t be in this mess now.
At the time, he’d still trusted Lin Muyang, thinking Liu Yutong might have tricked him.
But with Secretary Huang’s involvement, it was clear Lin Muyang had dug this pit for him.
Though Yu Tianxiang also suspected Lin Muyang’s hand, he wasn’t as rash as his nephew.
"Fei, we can’t jump to conclusions yet. Watch your words, especially in public."
"Right now, the priority is silencing Baldie. He must not implicate you."
In reality, Baldie and his men were as unreliable as they came. To pressure Zhou Hong into arresting the Wanlong Society members, they’d flaunted Yu Corporation’s influence, exposing their involvement.
Of course, Baldie would never admit it once arrested.
Wang Simin said, "Tianxiang, handle this. Make sure it’s clean."
"Don’t worry, Sister-in-law. Leave it to me," Yu Tianxiang assured, his gaze briefly lingering on her smooth, shapely legs.
Although the eldest sister-in-law was already over forty, she had maintained herself exceptionally well—her fair skin, alluring figure, and the mature charm radiating from her carried the same allure as a woman in her early thirties.
Yu Fei didn’t notice the look in his uncle’s eyes and sighed in relief. "Then I’ll trouble you, Uncle!"
"We’re family—no need for formalities," Yu Tianxiang waved his hand and averted his gaze.
"So, how do we resolve the issue with Plot No. 33 in the northern district?" Wang Simin pinched the bridge of her nose, frustration simmering inside her. She really wanted to give her son a good thrashing—what kind of mess had he gotten them into? She regretted ever sending him in the first place.
After a moment of contemplation, Yu Tianxiang spoke slowly, "We’ll proceed in three steps."
"First, have Yu Fei negotiate with that girl—offer to buy the land at a premium. The main goal is to sound out her asking price. Whether we actually buy it or not is secondary."
"Second, reach out to the Yi Lian Society and find a way to drive a wedge between her and Pan Xing. Let them turn on each other—ideally, even come to blows. If necessary, we can leak certain information, like how Liu Lei died and who was responsible. Of course, we must be extremely careful about who spreads this news, or we’ll end up burning ourselves."
"Third, even though Baldhead got arrested, the original plan isn’t necessarily ruined. Deploy the trolls as planned—whether or not it affects them, it’ll still strengthen our bargaining position."
"Fine, let’s proceed this way," Wang Simin conceded with a reluctant nod.
