Chapter 92: Still Not Chaotic Enough

Chapter 92: Still Not Chaotic Enough

"Then you tell me, is the eldest son of the Sun family also involved in shady dealings?"

"How is he involved in shady dealings?"

Sun Zhiye remained silent, his expression darkening.

Sun Zhiye took a deep breath and closed the carriage door. "Take a detour. Use the back gate."

In this situation, showing up would only invite more gossip and finger-pointing, doing no good.

Outside the carriage, various speculations and rumors continued unabated.

Unable to bear it any longer, Sun Zhiye slammed his fist heavily onto the small table, his hand bruised and bleeding.

"Ah!" Qu Ying let out a terrified scream.

Sun Zhiye's gaze was icy, as if he were staring at a corpse, and he growled, "Shut up."

Qu Ying clamped a hand over her mouth, curling into the corner, too scared to even twitch.

She had never seen her cousin look so menacing.

The moment the carriage halted, Qu Ying, legs trembling, bolted out in a panic.

Sun Zhiye calmly bandaged his hand with a handkerchief, tucked it under his sleeve, and stepped out of the carriage, his face unreadable.

Is this really the work of ghosts?

Deep down, Sun Zhiye didn’t believe it.

Rising to the top has never been about playing fair.

If ghosts truly punished the wicked, the Sun family wouldn’t be their first stop.

If it’s not ghosts, then it’s someone pulling the strings.

For some reason, Lu Mingchao’s face flashed in his mind.

Was this Lu Mingchao’s doing?

One thing led to another.

Ever since Zhipeng crossed paths with Lu Mingchao, everything had gone downhill.

If it’s really Lu Mingchao, how did she pull it off?

This move was beyond his understanding.

Lu Mingchao... Sun Zhiye mulled over the name in his mind.

Fuguang Courtyard—his private retreat.

His loyal servants were bound and silenced.

Sun Zhiye sneered. He hadn’t expected his parents, even in their infighting, to be shrewd enough to silence his informants.

They even had the sense to keep his informants under lock and key.

"Master Sun."

The servant, now freed, knelt on the ground to beg for forgiveness.

Using a handkerchief, Sun Zhiye pressed the wound on the back of his hand, calmly feeling the blood soaking the cloth, and calmly instructed, "Find out where Xie Yan is. Once you find him, invite him to Fuxiang Tower for a meeting."

"Have someone report back immediately."

The kneeling servants dispersed, and Fuguang Courtyard became quiet.

Sun Zhiye removed the handkerchief and tossed it aside.

The beauties of Fuxiang Tower would surely ensure that Xie Yan, a mere hunter, would have a good time.

Perhaps Xie Yan didn't need to have a great time; as long as he entered Fuxiang Tower, Sun Zhiye could get what he wanted.

At that point, how would Lu Mingchao feel? Would she still go all out to oppose him?

As for his parents, it was better not to let them keep running things.

The Xie Yan that Sun Zhiye was thinking about was already sitting by the window in a teahouse near the county office.

The tea guests coming and going all noticed the young man by the window, who carried himself with a hint of nobility.

The hot tea steamed, and Xie Yan's expression softened.

He believed Mingchao could handle Sun Zhiye and would surely come out ahead. He just needed to wait quietly for Sun Zhiye to come to him to finalize the deal.

Xie Yan had delivered the custom-made plaque to the shop with the small courtyard before coming here.

After casually finishing two cups of tea, he waited for Sun Zhiye's men.

"Fuxiang Tower?"

Xie Yan put down the teacup in his hand, with a moderate force, making a "ding" sound, and lightly lifted his eyelids.

Fuxiang Tower was a famous brothel in Changhe County.

Did he really have to thank Sun Zhiye for going to such lengths?

"I heard the Sun family is in trouble; no need to splurge."

The servant from the Sun residence bowed his head and said, "The Eldest Young Master's sincere intentions; please do us the honor, Master Xie."

Xie Yan smirked, "Do I have to spell it out for you?"

"I am a hunter, dealing with wild beasts all year round, I believe in luck."

"If we're going to finalize the deal, let's cut to the chase."

Seeing Xie Yan's firm attitude, the servant from the Sun residence had to hurriedly return to report.

Sun Zhiye felt somewhat disappointed, changed into a clean brocade robe, and when he rushed to the teahouse, he was informed that Xie Yan had already gone to the county office.

Sun Zhiye: ...

This couple, both are masters at stirring up trouble.

"After today, Brother Xie will also be a man of modest means."

When Xie Yan arrived, Sun Zhiye greeted him with a humble and gentle demeanor, as refreshing as a spring breeze, leaving no room for criticism.

Xie Yan nodded, his tone frank, "I still have to thank the eldest son of the Sun family for his generosity."

Sun Zhiye felt a bit choked up.

"The Sun residence was in the wrong this time and should compensate to make things right."

Xie Yan pretended to be surprised, his brow furrowing slightly, "Isn't this about the young lady from your family?"

"My wife may love money, but she earns it honestly."

"Knowing my wife, she'd insist the young lady from your family own up to her mistakes."

"Now, the eldest son of the Sun family is offering to transfer the deed to me, likely giving up the shop for the young lady."

"I really admire the eldest son of the Sun family's gesture."

Sun Zhiye's gaze swept over the eavesdropping passersby, and he continued nonchalantly, "Brother Xie, my cousin's situation is a bit unique."

"She's not just a relative but also my younger brother's fiancée, arranged by my mother. Once my younger brother is out of prison, they'll marry, and she'll join the Sun family, taking our surname. Therefore, any matters concerning her naturally fall under the responsibility and handling of the Sun family."

The term 'courtyard concubine' was, after all, a bit taboo and hard to mention.

Whether it's the main wife or the concubine, they're both fools living together—no difference.

Xie Yan replied seriously, "Is that right?"

"Exactly."

"If you say so, then fine."

Sun Zhiye's smile remained unchanged, "With some assets, business is the way to go. Brother Xie, you should learn to negotiate deals soon."

"The shop is in my wife's name, so the eldest son of the Sun family doesn't need to advise." Xie Yan slightly turned his body, "Please."

Sun Zhiye thought: He's unyielding.

The deed was quickly updated and handed over.

Xie Yan pocketed the deed and prepared to leave.

Sun Zhiye reached out to stop Xie Yan, "I've set up a banquet at the Floating Fragrance Pavilion..."

Xie Yan frowned, interrupting Sun Zhiye, "Didn't your servant boy pass on my message?"

"Let me repeat, I'm uneasy about what's been happening at your residence."

"Everyone in Changhe County knows the Sun residence is haunted."

"The eldest son of the Sun family still has time to invite people to the Floating Fragrance Pavilion. You can invite, but I won't go."

"This isn't rudeness—it's about valuing my life."

"I hope the eldest son of the Sun family understands and doesn't push."

"Any normal person would be scared."

Passersby nodded: Yes, they were scared too.

Sun Zhiye: He's being sarcastic and making veiled remarks again.

"I must admit, I didn’t think it through."

Xie Yan: "It’s a great virtue to admit your mistakes and fix them."

Xie Yan strode off, leaving Sun Zhiye completely bewildered.

The hunter really doesn’t mince words.

To put it nicely, he’s direct; to put it bluntly, he’s a total idiot.

How on earth could Lu Mingchao agree to marry someone like that?

Sun Zhiye just couldn’t wrap his head around it.

How could two people like that even get along?

Before he knew it, Sun Zhiye’s mind started wandering.

As Xie Yan was about to turn the corner, he shot a glance back at Sun Zhiye.

Trying to come between him and Mingchao? That’s just despicable.

Looks like the Sun family isn’t in enough of a mess yet.

When everyone pitches in, things really heat up.