Meanwhile, in another private room on the same floor, Song Ci was completely unaware that he was currently being "missed" by Chu Huainan. At this moment, he was studying Tianhui Entertainment's management roster alongside Lin Huo.

"Yo, this Lord Bei is already at this age and still isn't dead!" His slender finger tapped the wrinkled face displayed on the tablet screen.
"I remember before I went abroad, there were always rumors saying this old guy's health was failing. How is it that I can still see him on the company's management roster now?"

Song Ci had always had a sharp, unforgiving tongue; Lin Huo was long used to it.
"Ever since your brother's accident, Beilong has been acting as the company's principal manager. Lately, all major company matters have been decided by him."

The statement carried no obvious bias, but sitting across from him, Song Ci immediately let out a cold snort: "So, you're saying that if I want to 'monopolize power', this old guy will be our biggest obstacle?"

Lin Huo was taken aback, surprised that Song Ci had grasped the key point so quickly.
He hadn't expected that this kid, despite looking incredibly unreliable, actually possessed quite strong analytical skills at critical moments.

Song Ci casually swirled the wine glass in his hand: "Why are you looking at me like that? Am I wrong? Me entering the company now means this old guy has to hand over the actual power he worked so hard to grasp to me. If I were him, I wouldn't be happy about it either."

Seeing Song Ci so "transparent," Lin Huo could no longer treat him like a giant infant who needed to be taught hand-in-hand. He nodded and said: "You are absolutely right. Beilong will definitely try to trip you up behind the scenes. Furthermore, with Mr. Song in a coma, given your youth and lack of experience, it would already be hard for you to command respect. Meanwhile, he has been with the company for over a decade, following Mr. Song since the very founding of 'Tianhui', and has always carried a lot of weight. After Mr. Song's accident, the board of directors unanimously agreed that having Beilong step up to hold the fort was the best way to soothe people's minds."
Lin Huo paused, then added with absolute certainty: "But 'Tianhui' will always belong to the Song family."

"Could this old undying bastard have something to do with my brother's coma?!" Song Ci pierced through the implications instantly, gritting his teeth: "Could it be him? Did he arrange for someone to attack my brother just to steal the company?"

Lin Huo lowered his eyes. His gaze was icy, but his words were deliberately vague: "We have no evidence."

Song Ci raised an eyebrow: "Which means it's highly likely?"

Lin Huo didn't answer directly. Looking up at the young, anger-filled face, he said, "The line of work Mr. Song is in easily offends people, and there are quite a few who want his life. After all, the rules of wealth transfer in this world must also obey the conservation of energy."
Then, remembering that Song Ci had been terrible at physics since childhood and probably had no idea what "conservation of energy" meant, he explained further: "When the bills in your pocket increase, it's destined that the bills in someone else's pocket will decrease. If you block someone's path, naturally, someone will want to move the tiger blocking the road.
"But we have no evidence," Lin Huo sighed. "We cannot prove that Beilong is the one who set up the trap and attacked Mr. Song."

That Beilong set the trap was nothing more than Lin Huo's personal conjecture. Because with Song Shi in a coma, Beilong was the most direct beneficiary.
Yet, even though Lin Huo repeatedly stated there was no evidence, Song Ci had already formed his own judgment in his heart.

He flipped a few pages further into the dossier and asked, "Who is this? He looks very unfamiliar."
Lin Huo glanced at the middle-aged man he was pointing at and said, "Chu Zhensheng. He is a director of the Yuannan Group."

Yuannan Group?
Song Ci's expression grew even more confused: "Why would a director of the Yuannan Group be on our 'Tianhui's' executive roster?" His eyes widened in surprise: "Does the Yuannan Group truly cover the sky with one hand, dipping their fingers into every profitable company in Jianghu City?"

In Jianghu City, Yuannan truly lived up to the phrase "covering the sky with one hand." But Chu Zhensheng's participation in Tianhui's management was purely his personal investment behavior and had nothing to do with Yuannan.

Lin Huo explained patiently: "Chu Zhensheng is a close friend of Mr. Song. He has always provided assistance to 'Tianhui'. Although he isn't an official shareholder on paper, his words carry weight."

If he's not an official shareholder on paper, then he's an under-the-table beneficiary.
Song Ci narrowed his eyes slightly, openly observing Lin Huo's expression. He saw Lin Huo's lips pull down, his tone carrying the desolation of the tea cooling after the guest leaves: "After Mr. Song's accident, Chu Zhensheng pivoted and became very close with Beilong. People, you know... they gather for profit, and when the profit is exhausted, they scatter."

Shen Ting's heart stirred, but his face still showed confusion: "So, our Tianhui has business dealings with the Yuannan Group?"

He asked this out loud, but secretly he was evaluating: If Yuannan is connected to the criminal syndicate headed by Song Shi, then Chu Huainan—the helmsman of Yuannan whom I keep repeatedly running into—is probably no saint either.

Unexpectedly, Lin Huo shook his head: "If we could genuinely and directly latch onto Yuannan, 'Tianhui's' scale would be at least ten times larger than it is now."
He was a man who valued relationships, which meant he was inherently a different breed from the profit-driven Chu Zhensheng.
When speaking of Chu Zhensheng, an unconscious disdain bled into his words: "Although Chu Zhensheng is a director of the Yuannan Group and shares the surname Chu, everyone knows that Yuannan's management has always followed the absolute lead of the Chairman. It was like that when Chu Zhentang was alive, and now that his son Chu Huainan has taken over, Chu Zhensheng's situation in Yuannan is even worse than before."

Lin Huo had also floated in Jianghu City's business circles for over a decade, so he had heard his fair share of internal gossip and hearsay regarding Yuannan. Seeing that Song Ci was listening very intently, he added: "This Chu Huainan is a formidable and ruthless character. He appoints people based purely on merit, not nepotism."

He paused, seemingly worried that Song Ci, who hadn't read much classical literature, might not understand, so he switched to simpler terms: "Chu Huainan determined that this uncle's qualifications were mediocre, so he didn't give him even a tiny sliver of actual power. If it weren't for the fact that Chu Zhensheng still holds 3% of Yuannan's shares, he probably wouldn't even be able to sit securely in his nominal director seat."

"Sounds like Chu Zhensheng can barely protect himself. What kind of help can he provide us?"

Lin Huo fell silent.

Ignoring the social cues, Song Ci urged: "I asked you a question, hurry up and tell me!"

Tianhui engaged in businesses with highly active cash flows. In their line of work, cash was received upfront and credit was never extended, meaning there was no need for financing.
Yet this Chu Zhensheng sounded like he had absolutely no other skills aside from having a bit of money.

Seeing Lin Huo still remaining silent, Song Ci urged him a few more times.
Looking at the youthful face before him, Lin Huo couldn't help but feel that this child, who had grown up right under his nose—despite his rich and chaotic private life—was ultimately still quite naive.
Song Shi had always protected his younger brother very well. Lin Huo hadn't originally wanted Song Ci to know these things so soon either. But there were some things... even if they could be hidden from him now, if he wanted to take over Song Shi's empire, Song Ci couldn't remain entirely removed from it forever.

Thinking of Song Shi lying in the hospital, practically no different from a dead man, this vibrant Song Ci before him became Lin Huo's only hope for preserving the Song family's future. He hesitated, but ultimately squeezed out two ambiguous words: "Zombies."

"Zombies?" Song Ci's voice rose a few pitches. After receiving a glare from Lin Huo, he reined in his volume and asked quietly, "You mean that drug, Zombie?"
Lin Huo cast him a suspicious glance: "You know about 'Zombie'?"

Song Ci ignored him, muttering to himself: "But Xu Kai said it's very hard to buy, and it hasn't caught on on a massive scale domestically..."

Seeing that Song Ci had heard about Zombie from Xu Kai, Lin Huo's suspicions faded slightly, though his tone grew even sterner: "Stop hanging out with those messy crowds all the time. Mr. Song said it before: people of the Song family must absolutely never touch those filthy things!"

Song Ci spread his hands in a gesture of surrender and said, "Please! I never touch that stuff! Don't worry!"
He then lowered his voice and sought confirmation from Lin Huo: "So you're saying Chu Zhensheng is a drug lord? The goods sold in our venues are supplied by him? This new Zombie was also invented and created by him? So, we need to maintain a friendly relationship with him to guarantee first-priority supply of the new goods?"

Faced with Song Ci's active mind and barrage of follow-up questions, Lin Huo brushed it off: "Once you take over the business, you'll naturally know everything. There's no need for you to ask so much right now..."

Song Ci's expression instantly turned cold: "You won't tell me this, you won't tell me that. You really are just treating me like a puppet!"

Lin Huo didn't want his loyalty to be misunderstood by the Song family, but keeping Song Ci in the dark for now was purely for his own safety. Before the cause of Song Shi's accident was clearly investigated, he couldn't allow Song Ci—their only remaining trump card—to step into danger prematurely.

He turned his face away, ignoring Song Ci's insufferable tantrum, and added indifferently: "Chu Zhensheng does not traffic drugs, neither in the past nor now. And Mr. Song wouldn't even bat an eye at the petty cash made from selling loose goods in the venues."
After saying this, no matter how sarcastic or passive-aggressive Song Ci got, Lin Huo refused to say another word.

Feeling brushed off, Song Ci looked displeased. But if Lin Huo stubbornly refused to speak, there was nothing he could do. After asking for ages and still failing to pry open the other's clam-tight mouth, he had no choice but to give up.
He reached up, ruffled his own hair, and sharply changed the subject: "Before my brother had his accident, he sent me a text message saying he left an important document for me and Song Qi'er in a safe deposit box at UBS (Union Bank of Switzerland). Do you know what that is?"

This wasn't a lie meant to bait information; the text message had indeed been sent to Song Ci's phone by Song Shi a few months ago.

Lin Huo froze. Clearly, he hadn't known about the existence of this text message. But the fleeting, evasive look that subsequently crossed his face betrayed him.

Song Ci concluded that although Lin Huo hadn't known Song Shi sent him that text, he absolutely knew what Song Shi had left for his brother and daughter in the overseas safe deposit box.

Beilong, Chu Zhensheng, Chu Huainan...
Song Ci's gaze fell back onto the tablet screen, thinking to himself: A highly fruitful harvest.

After his meeting with Lin Huo and returning to his hotel room, Shen Ting had been weighing exactly which lead he should follow to track down the masterminds controlling "Zombie" behind the scenes.
Through that ambiguous conversation with Lin Huo just now, he was already certain that Beilong and Chu Zhensheng were absolutely inextricably linked to the smuggling of "Zombie."
But he was still unsure whether Chu Huainan was a friend or a foe.

Upon returning to his room, the very first thing he did was ask Chief Sun to conduct a detailed background check on this young entrepreneur who was practically "covering the sky with one hand" in Jianghu City.

Half an hour later, Shen Ting received a brief message. According to the investigation files provided by Chief Sun, this Chu Huainan—who seemed to be heavily favored by the gods—possessed an extremely positive public image.

With a grandfather who was a retired military officer, Chu Huainan himself was an outstanding young entrepreneur, philanthropist, and major taxpayer. Let alone any major behavioral flaws, this supposedly "promiscuous-looking" capitalist actually had an incredibly clean and disciplined private life.

Judging from the existing files, there were no problems with Chu Huainan.

Yet the ever-perceptive Shen Ting couldn't shake the feeling that during their two chance encounters, that man with the superior outward appearance was constantly observing him, intentionally or not.

Those pleasing yet piercing eyes seemed capable of seeing through all secrets.

As expected, still highly suspicious.

Shen Ting pondered for a moment, ultimately taking out his phone and typing the three characters [Chu Huainan] into the search engine.
Millions of search results instantly popped up on the screen. The ones ranking at the top were mostly news headlines or character profiles utilizing highly official terminology.
The occasional few articles with a relatively lighter tone were nothing more than shadow-chasing gossip regarding Chu Huainan's private life.
If they weren't gossiping about him sharing an intimate dinner with some Hong Kong socialite, they were reporting on yet another glamorous movie queen failing to throw herself at him, her dreams of marrying into wealth shattered.

Shen Ting was never one to sit and wait for death; he preferred taking the initiative. Since he found Chu Huainan suspicious, he was determined to meet him head-on and test the waters.

Looking at the screen full of online reports, Shen Ting silently plotted how he could act to naturally secure further contact with Chu Huainan.

Before he could finalize his plan, Chen Cong's phone call arrived.
The investigation tasks assigned during yesterday's meeting had yielded results.
Wen Di took a team and thoroughly searched Chen Feng's house again, but still found no trace of a diary. Meanwhile, the investigation results Jiang Zhi brought back regarding An Kang's relatives and friends essentially ruled out the possibility of An Kang's associates committing the crime.

"An Kang's wife committed suicide after he was executed," Chen Cong sighed with some emotion. "I heard his wife came from an intellectual family, was very well-behaved, and possessed a bit of that lofty scholarly pride. She was completely unaware of An Kang's identity as a drug lord, and later chose to commit suicide because she couldn't bear the pressure of public opinion..."

Loving the wrong person cost her her entire life.
Chen Cong couldn't help but think that, actually, for a criminal investigator like him, staying a bachelor his whole life wasn't a bad idea. After all, dealing with desperate criminals all day meant any girl who married him was destined to live a life on edge. A lifetime is so long; living in constant fear every day was a terrible thing!

Thinking of this, he involuntarily fell silent for a moment. Reeling in his thoughts, he continued: "An Kang had a son named An Le, who was fourteen when the incident occurred. After his parents died, he was supposed to live with his maternal grandfather, but later, for some unknown reason, he also went missing."

Missing again?
Shen Ting immediately felt that this pedestrian street case was steeped in abnormalities from every angle. Following their checks, those with a motive to commit the crime were either dead or missing.
This was truly a bizarrely perfect coincidence.

"Jiang Zhi asked around among An Le's relatives and friends. He heard that because of his father's drug trafficking and his mother's suicide, An Le's personality changed drastically. After the incident, no one ever saw him smile again, and he barely spoke."
Chen Cong sighed: "He hadn't even lived with his grandfather for a week before his grandfather got into a conflict with someone over his parents' incident. The other party said some incredibly nasty things. The old man had been an educated, reasonable intellectual his whole life and rarely argued with anyone. Coupled with the double blow of his daughter and son-in-law's deaths, his health was already poor. He was so enraged he was immediately hospitalized, and he passed away just a few days later."
He paused, suddenly feeling that this child was quite pitiful too, and sighed again: "An Le's other relatives said he lost both his parents and even cursed his own grandfather to death. They all treated him like a jinx, and no one was willing to take care of him. So this child was left all alone to fend for himself."

One person commits a crime, and the whole family suffers the disaster; it truly was a sin.
As Chen Cong was thinking this, he heard Shen Ting on the other end of the line press: "Then how did he go missing?"

He continued: "To figure out the specific circumstances of An Le's disappearance, Jiang Zhi tracked down a classmate who was on good terms with him back then. According to this classmate, An Le was exceptionally smart—he skipped grades and was already a high school senior at fourteen. Even though he was younger than everyone else, his popularity at school was always very good."

The classmate they interviewed happened to be the city's top scorer in the college entrance exams that year. According to him, if An Le had been able to take the exam that year, the title of top scorer probably wouldn't have been his.

Shen Ting asked again: "Did this classmate mention any specific details right before An Le went missing?"

"Yeah, Jiang Zhi asked him to think back and recall if An Le showed any abnormalities before he went missing. This classmate said that because the incident was such a huge deal back then, he remembered it very clearly. Ever since his parents' accident, An Le became a completely different person. And the day after his grandfather passed away, he never came to school again. Back then, many of their classmates thought An Le might have gone to extremes just like his mother..."
Chen Cong paused before adding: "Even his disappearance was reported to the police by the kid's teacher."

According to official data reports, in the country alone, nearly eight million people go missing every year. Trying to find An Le—a person with no one to care for him and whose whereabouts were unknown—in the vast sea of humanity was as hard as ascending to heaven. This lead was once again broken.

The two men on the phone fell silent for a moment.
Then, Chen Cong broke the silence, saying, "Oh right, that entertainment editor who first released the fingerprint information happens to be an acquaintance of Pan Xiaozhu, and she was quite cooperative."
With the investigation into An Le yielding no results, he pivoted to the other lead: "According to her, the fingerprint information was sent to her anonymously via email by a whistleblower. I've already sent that email to the technical investigation department for analysis. The moment there are results, I'll let you know immediately!"

After finishing, Chen Cong casually added, "Also, that editor mentioned that before Pan Xiaozhu arrived, Yuannan's Chu Huainan had already personally asked her about the whistleblower. It seems he's also very concerned about where the fingerprint news came from."

Chu Huainan again?
Shen Ting's brows furrowed slightly.

Setting aside their two chance encounters, wasn't this Chu Huainan showing a bit too much concern for this pedestrian street case?

As a family member of a victim targeted by rumors, it was somewhat justifiable for Chu Huainan to investigate the poster's IP address ahead of the police.
But now, he had beaten everyone to the punch again, tracking down the whistleblower's information.

Shen Ting lightly rubbed his temples with his fingers. He thought with a slight headache: Whether a friend or a foe, this Chu Huainan is an overly proactive, dangerous element.
...

Shen Ting, who was always able to overcome difficulties and successfully complete his missions, had always believed that his good luck was also a part of his capabilities.

Xu Kai had once said that an ordinary person managing to see the grand capitalist Chu Huainan even once in their lifetime was a sign of smoke rising from their ancestral graves.
Yet Shen Ting, favored by the Goddess of Fate once again, didn't even need to rack his brain to formulate a so-called "Chu Huainan Deep Contact Plan."
Because the very next morning, smoke rose from his ancestral graves once again.

As agreed, he took two days out of every week to visit the "Mental Health Center" for psychological counseling.

And just as Shen Ting walked out of his psychologist Chang Qing's consultation room, the door to the neighboring consultation room opened as well.
Chu Huainan, stepping out the door, locked eyes with him. Caught entirely off guard, the two came face-to-face once again.

Shen Ting rapidly reviewed his conversation with Chang Qing in his mind. After confirming there was no classified content involved, his tightly pursed lips still did not relax.

If bumping into Chu Huainan in the neighboring seat on a commercial flight was smoke rising from his ancestral graves, then seeing Chu Huainan again at the door of a psychological counseling room in a public hospital made Shen Ting hesitate on whether he should dial 119—because his ancestral graves were highly likely on fire.

It hadn't even been a full week since he returned to Jianghu City, and he had already run into Chu Huainan—who supposedly people couldn't meet even once in a lifetime—three times.

Chu Huainan seemed quite surprised to see him too.
But Shen Ting was also exceptionally skilled at masking his emotions. He knew very well that as long as one put their mind to it, faking surprise required absolutely no difficulty whatsoever.
Therefore, Chu Huainan's look of surprise laced with a hint of a smile appeared even more suspicious in his eyes.

Though his heart was brimming with doubts, Shen Ting's face remained an unbothered mask of indifference.
He glanced at the elevator that still hadn't arrived, turned around, and walked toward the stairs in the emergency exit.

Watching the back of the young man who had swept a cold glance over him and couldn't even be bothered to greet him, Chu Huainan couldn't help but recall the dossier Wang Xiaojun had handed him last night.

The head nurse sitting at the door of the clinic offered an enthusiastic suggestion: "President Chu, the elevator is quite crowded. If you don't mind, taking the stairs is actually faster."
Regardless of age, women always harbored favorable impressions toward men who were exceptionally handsome, elegant, and successful in their careers.
The head nurse always felt that Chu Huainan possessed an aura completely incompatible with the mundane world. Such a person was truly unsuited to squeeze into the hospital's overcrowded, suffocating elevators.

And compared to taking the stairs, Chu Huainan himself was even more averse to being crammed in a bustling crowd. Thus, he gladly accepted the suggestion, gentlemanly smiling and offering his thanks.

As a result, just as he reached the corner of the stairwell, a hand lunged out from the shadows and yanked him forcefully.
Having practiced a multitude of combat techniques since childhood, Chu Huainan threw a punch purely out of subconscious reflex.
His unexpected punch was abruptly caught by the other party's hand. A warm palm enveloped the force of the blow and, borrowing the momentum, spun him around.

The moment Chu Huainan saw the other's face clearly, he pulled his strength back. After halting his momentum, he was firmly pinned face-first against the wall by the man.

Their elongated silhouettes blocked out most of the already dim lighting in the hospital stairwell.
A playful voice, accompanied by the young man's warm breath, washed over his face: "Baby, are you stalking me?"

This young man always managed to bring him a sense of novelty.
Chu Huainan had never conversed with someone in this posture before. Their bodies were pressed tightly together; he could even feel the heat of the skin on the other's chest faintly transmitting through the fabric of their clothes.
The handsome face from his memory was magnified right before his eyes. Those two lips, exceptionally suited for kissing, were hooked into a loose, uninhibited smile.

The young man smiling so frivolously before him looked to be no taller than 185cm—actually, about two or three centimeters shorter than himself—but he had broad shoulders and a narrow waist, with excellent proportions.
Chu Huainan lowered his eyes slightly, his scrutinizing gaze meeting the other's exceedingly dark pupils without any evasion.

Although they had only briefly exchanged a single move, Chu Huainan, familiar with various combat techniques, recognized it instantly.
The grab and evade this person just executed was a standard sequence from military Close Quarters Combat (CQC).

All the information on Song Ci from birth to present had already been laid out completely on the desk of the Chu family's helmsman last night.
Yet this very same playboy—who, according to the files, only knew how to loaf around waiting to die and lacked the strength to even truss a chicken—was actually able to effortlessly execute the most difficult evasion maneuver from military CQC to apply in actual combat.

Chu Huainan knew that his unexpected punch just now would have been difficult to neutralize so easily even for an active-duty soldier with slightly less combat experience.
But this young man with hooks in his eyes not only retreated completely unscathed but also followed up with a subtle elbow movement to reverse the situation and pin him down.

This Song Ci was quite interesting.

Chu Huainan, whose suspicions had been aroused early on, merely smiled faintly without betraying his thoughts. Lowering his voice, he said: "Please give me a reason why I would stalk you."

Those peach-blossom eyes, harboring a ghost of a smile, conveyed affection before a tone was even set.
Shen Ting was momentarily stunned by his gaze, taking a moment to recover his frivolous expression: "Captivated by beauty. Is that reason sufficient enough?"

Looking at the flirtatious, aggressive stare the person before him cast his way, Chu Huainan—described by Xu Kai as a bone harder to chew than stone—felt his heart suddenly skip a heavy beat.
His full, lustrous lips moved slightly, lifting into an elegant arc, and a strange, blazing fire ignited in his eyes.

Inexplicably, an electric shudder ran through Shen Ting's entire body. His beast-like intuition instinctively sensed danger.

And the beautifully handsome capitalist, who had been easily "captured," suddenly broke free from the restraint. With a fluid, flawless sequence of joint locks, he gained the upper hand in the struggle in the blink of an eye.
With a backhand motion, he viciously pinned the preemptively striking young man against the wall. His long, slender fingers acted like handcuffs, locking firmly around the other's incessantly struggling wrists.

Shen Ting, who rarely ever lost out in a fight, had his mind go blank for a single second.
He expended all his strength to suppress the urge to counterattack.
He was Song Ci right now; having combat skills too good wouldn't make sense.
The other party's scalding breath, pressing far too close, caused his sensitive auricles to flush red physiologically. His small, beautifully shaped pink earlobes looked like translucent jade steeped in the color of blood.

The man, born to be a dominator, gladly accepted his previous flirtation, and then doubled down, returning it with an agonizingly subtle, scorching tease.
"If it's you, this reason is fully sufficient."
The smiling voice carried the joy of a carnivore that had finally found its favorite prey.

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Covering the sky with one hand (手眼通天 / 只手遮天): A Chinese idiom meaning to wield immense power, influence, and the ability to manipulate situations behind the scenes.

The tea cools after the guest leaves (人走茶凉): An idiom describing the fickleness of human relationships; once a person loses power or is gone, people's attitudes turn cold and they move on.

Conservation of energy (能量守恒): Lin Huo uses this physics concept as a metaphor for zero-sum wealth: someone getting rich means taking money from someone else.

Move the tiger blocking the road (拦路虎): A metaphor for a major obstacle or person standing in one's way.

Lacking the strength to truss a chicken (手无缚鸡之力): A common idiom describing someone who is physically very weak or frail.