The security guards quickly stepped forward, but before they could get close to Feng Yueyang, they were blocked by the men in black.
If Feng Yueyang ruined Grandma Xie’s birthday banquet, none of them would be able to escape blame.
The two exchanged a glance, their eyes turning fierce. Surely two people could handle one man.
Just as they were about to make a move, a sudden cold breeze brushed their faces. The next moment, they felt a sharp pain in their wrists that shot straight up to their heads.
The man in black stood lazily with his arms crossed, clearly shielding Feng Yueyang at his side. Anyone who dared approach wouldn’t be spared.
In an instant, the two security guards couldn’t help but shiver.
As long as Shen You’an was by his side, Feng Yueyang felt an unparalleled sense of security.
He puffed out his chest and smiled slyly, "Uncle Xie, don’t rush. While everyone is here, I want to announce something."
"Three days from now, my old man—Feng Chi—will be holding a memorial service at Yunmeng Villa. Uncle Xie, I remember you and my dad started your business together when you were young. You were like brothers. Surely you wouldn’t miss sending him off on his final journey? Otherwise, I don’t think he could rest in peace."
The strange, sarcastic tone... The guests sensed a whiff of danger.
Xie Beichun’s face turned grim and terrifying.
Feng Yueyang, however, still wore his cheeky grin. "Oh, by the way, my dad’s death wasn’t an accident. It was murder. I already have evidence of the killer’s identity. Just wait for the show at the memorial service."
Xie Beichun’s eyes darkened, with a brief flash of panic.
The guests erupted in whispers because of that one sentence.
"Message delivered. Everyone, please continue. I hope I haven’t spoiled your mood."
"Grandma Xie, happy birthday! Wishing you many more celebrations like today, year after year... Haha."
Grandma Xie clenched her hands on the chair arms. If it weren’t for all the guests watching, she would’ve lunged forward to tear that brat’s mouth apart.
Stirring up chaos, Feng Yueyang swaggered out.
Outside the hotel, Feng Yueyang patted his chest and took big gulps of air. "God, that was terrifying. How did I do just now? I didn’t embarrass my dad, did I?"
Shen You’an glanced at him. "Not bad. You have a talent for acting."
"Boss, I did everything you told me to. What do we do next?"
Feng Yueyang asked excitedly.
"Next, it’s time for the game we prepared for them." Shen You’an smiled warmly.
But Feng Yueyang suddenly shivered as his excitement grew.
"Games are my specialty. League of Legends, PlayerUnknown’s Battlegrounds, PentaKill..."
Feng Yueyang struck a classic gaming pose.
Shen You’an couldn’t be bothered with Feng Yueyang’s over-the-top antics and lowered his head to type a message on his phone.
——Wait for the snake to emerge, then proceed as planned.
Chong Ming quickly replied: Got it, boss.
"Brother-in-law, I think you’re overthinking. The police searched three times and didn’t find a clue. How could he possibly have evidence? He’s just bluffing."
Still, Feng Yueyang’s antics today did stir up unrest and negatively affected public opinion about the Xie Group.
Could this brat have someone smart advising him from behind the scenes?
Xu Lang furrowed his brows. "Could it be Lan Xiping...?"
Xie Beichun clearly had deeper concerns. He suddenly looked up at Xu Lang and asked, "That matter back then—you were the one who handled it. Are you absolutely sure no loose ends were left?"
Xu Lang narrowed his eyes. "Brother-in-law, are you suspecting me?"
Xie Beichun’s expression was dark, but his tone softened a bit. "Of course, I don’t suspect you. It’s just that I have this unease in my heart. That kid has been acting out of character lately. Who knows what else he might be planning behind the scenes?"
Xu Lang smirked disdainfully. "What tricks could he possibly have? It’s probably Lan Xiping scheming in the background. But then, isn’t the motive obvious? Surely you understand, brother-in-law."
Xie Beichun frowned deeper, slamming the desk with his fist.
"We absolutely cannot give him this opportunity."
Xu Lang left the study and ran into Xie Shiyao coming upstairs.
Just as Xie Shiyao was about to speak, her back hit the wall as the man’s urgent and passionate kiss deprived her of breath.
After a long while, Xie Shiyao leaned against his chest, breathing lightly.
"We’re still at home, you know. Try not to leave everyone with a bad impression."
The man toyed with a strand of her hair, his voice hoarse. "Did the actor treat you well?"
Xie Shiyao giggled behind her hand. "Jealous, are we?"
Remembering something, Xie Shiyao asked softly, "Are you and Uncle hiding something from me?"
"Some things are better left unknown for you. Just stay in the entertainment industry and have fun."
"Also, don’t go messing with Lan Xiping. He’s not someone you can afford to provoke."
The man’s tone was cold, a mixture of advice and warning.
Xie Shiyao pouted, unconcerned in her heart.
"Your jealousy...it’s kind of irresistible."
Xu Lang frowned. "I wasn’t jealous..."
Before he could finish, her red lips silenced him.
A hotel key card silently slipped into Xu Lang’s jacket pocket.
Xu Lang left the Xie family’s mansion and got into a car.
His fingers brushed the keycard in his pocket, his eyes darkening.
The arrangement with Xie Shiyao had become such a routine that he hardly thought about it anymore.
But for now, there were more pressing matters to attend to.
Xu Lang took out his phone and dialed a number.
"Get rid of the person. Remember, no evidence."
After hanging up, Xu Lang rubbed his temples, exhaustion apparent.
Back then, he’d followed his brother-in-law’s orders and bribed Housekeeper Feng to poison Feng Chi, fabricating the appearance of an accident.
Everything had been executed flawlessly, and he thought it was over.
But tonight, Feng Yueyang caused a ruckus at the banquet.
By tomorrow, Spring City would be abuzz with discussions about Feng Chi’s death.
Xu Lang recalled Xie Beichun’s look earlier and chuckled coldly.
No matter how conflicted they were internally, now they had to unite against external threats.
Housekeeper Feng obviously couldn’t be allowed to live.
At 2 a.m., Xu Lang received the confirmation.
A woman’s soft body pressed against him. "Honey~"
The satisfactory update allowed him to relax.
He turned onto his side, his voice indifferent: "I’m tired. Sleep early."
Behind his back, her eyes turned venomous.
Three days later, at Yunmeng Villa’s farewell hall.
Feng Yueyang, dressed formally, accepted condolences with a mournful expression from friends and family, including many of Feng Chi’s past associates and collaborators.
When Xie Beichun and Xu Lang entered one after the other, the already quiet hall fell completely silent.
Every gaze carried suspicion and curiosity, targeting Xie Beichun.
For the past three days, the most widespread rumor in Spring City wasn’t celebrity gossip but the cause of Feng Chi’s death.
A murder, not an accident.
Xie Beichun walked calmly up to Feng Chi’s portrait and bowed as protocol demanded.
His composure was impeccable.
People started to doubt—if he had really been the killer, could he still act so unperturbed while paying respects to Feng Chi?
Xie Beichun approached Feng Yueyang and spoke in a sincere, elder-like tone, "Yueyang, my condolences. If you need help in the future, just let me know. I’ll do everything I can."
"And who dares to smear Mr. Xie’s name, calling him a murderer? Such absurdity—what a ridiculous notion. Mr. Xie is such a good man..."
"Let’s let the bullet fly a while longer."
Listening to the suppressed murmurs around him, Xu Lang’s lip curled in a brief sneer.
At that moment, a group of individuals stormed into the hall from outside. Guests near the door gasped in shock, seeing the man leading them.
"Captain Xiang... It’s Captain Xiang..."
The tone was as if they’d seen the King Yan himself, filled with dread.
"That’s him!" Housekeeper Feng pointed at Xu Lang with a mix of resentment and elation.
"He’s the one who ordered me to poison Feng Chi."