Chapter 121: I’ll Play You to Death—and Pay Nothing for It (1)

"Don't go too hard on this. Zheng Kang is a ruthless and vicious man. If you push him into a corner, there's no telling what kind of underhanded or malicious things he might do."

"Don't worry. If he dares to come, I'll make sure he never leaves."

Seeing that Yang Xiaofan would not be dissuaded, Mu Shuyu had no choice but to shake her head and head back to take a shower.

Meanwhile, Yang Xiaofan utilized his superb computer skills to continuously mine information on the Zheng Group. A family of scum like the Zheng Kangs would undoubtedly have some dirty secrets in their corporate operations. If he could dig all of that out, he would surely be able to deliver a fatal blow to Zheng Kang. He believed in pulling out weeds by the root; when dealing with a small-minded person like Zheng Kang, one had to finish them off completely, or else it would inevitably lead to future trouble.

Sure enough, under Yang Xiaofan’s meticulous tracking, he discovered through the network that the Zheng Group was guilty of far more than just tax evasion and withholding employee wages. They had not only stolen confidential data from the Mu Group but from several other major corporations as well. Furthermore, the Zheng Group was involved in shady dealings and stock market manipulation. These were one incident after another, all filthy to the extreme. Once leaked, Yang Xiaofan wouldn't even need to lift a finger; the other conglomerates, along with the retail investors who had lost fortunes on Zheng Group stocks, would tear the Zheng family to pieces.

Yang Xiaofan naturally showed no mercy. He programmed the data to be automatically sent to major companies and several large self-media websites in Subei. Of course, he wasn’t foolish enough to release it all at once; to ruin the Zheng family, he had to ensure they had no chance to prepare. He needed everything to erupt at a single point. That way, even if the Zheng family had three heads and six arms, they would be overwhelmed. Thus, he chose to schedule the releases.

After finishing, Yang Xiaofan stretched his back and noticed that the daylight outside had faded into the afternoon. The sky was overcast, accompanied by rolls of thunder, as if a rainstorm were brewing.

"I spent quite a bit of time on this."

He couldn't help but frown slightly, wondering how Nuanyu was doing and if she had eaten. It seemed he needed to head back quickly so that silly girl wouldn't go hungry.

Just then, accompanied by a waft of fragrant air, Mu Shuyu walked out slowly, draped in a low-cut purple bathrobe.

"Are you done with your business?"

She wiped her damp hair with a towel while stepping forward, her legs as fair and smooth as jade. Yang Xiaofan took one look and couldn't help but swallow hard.

A goddess-level figure like Mu Shuyu was simply impossible for any man to resist. From her appearance to her temperament, she was perfect and alluring. Any man with a shred of red-blooded passion would want to conquer her. Now, having just stepped out of the bathroom, her presence only intensified the chemical reaction of the visual impact.

Seeing Yang Xiaofan’s dazed expression, Mu Shuyu curled her lips, unable to hide a look of triumph. It seemed she hadn't lost her touch; a man as formidable as Yang Xiaofan could still be left tongue-tied by her.

"What are you looking at? Haven't you seen it before?"

"Uh... I've seen it when you're dressed. I haven't seen it like this."

Mu Shuyu smiled. "A bathrobe is clothing, isn't it? Or does a bathrobe not count as clothes in your book?"

"Strictly speaking, I wouldn't call that clothing."

"I say it is, so it is."

Mu Shuyu didn't even realize that her tone had become somewhat intimate—the kind of intimacy only shared between lovers, a girlfriend to her boyfriend.

"Fine," Yang Xiaofan said with an awkward laugh. "Sister Shuyu, if there’s nothing else, I should get going. Our Nuanyu is waiting for me to have dinner."

"Why the rush? You really have forgotten your sister now that you have a girlfriend."

With that, she stepped forward and grabbed his arm. The softness against him was like cotton—a primeval paradise that countless men dreamed of, and yet, for Yang Xiaofan, it was a hell he feared!

"Tell me, who is prettier? Your sister, or that class monitor of yours?"

"Uh... in terms of appearance, of course, you are, Sister Shuyu. But in my heart, my Nuanyu will always be the most beautiful."

"Pfft! Sweet talker. You men have such glib tongues. If one were to believe you, even a sow could climb a tree."

Yang Xiaofan scratched his head again. Mu Shuyu’s intimacy made him feel incredibly restless. He and Qin Nuanyu already had a child; what would this look like? He nudged Mu Shuyu’s arm and spoke again:

"Sister Shuyu, please let go of me. This isn't right. I’m a man about to get married, and I’m going to be a father soon."

The more he tried to push her away, the more Mu Shuyu wanted to tease him. After rolling her eyes at him, she said:

"What are you afraid of? I’m not going to eat you."

She paused, then continued, "Xiaofan, you’ve helped me so much, and I haven't even thanked you properly."

"We’re all friends, no need for thanks. If I have the ability, helping out is just what one does."

"That won't do. If word gets out, people will say the Mu Group is ungrateful. How would I be able to survive in the Subei business world after that?"

"Then what exactly do you want?"

"Nothing much. I was just thinking about how to properly thank you. Money? You don't seem to need it. If you don't lack money, you probably don't lack much else. What kind of gift would you actually like?"

She paused, as if realizing something, and suddenly her eyes narrowed into a smile.

"Xiaofan, there is something you would definitely like, but money can't buy it. Do you want it?"

"Tell me what it is first."

"Guess?"

"I can't guess. If you don't tell me, I'm leaving."

"Alright, alright, you win. The thing is... me."

"Pfft—! *Cough, cough, cough!*"

Yang Xiaofan choked on his own saliva. He clutched his throat, coughing violently for a few moments before saying in genuine alarm:

"Sister Shuyu, please don't joke with me."

"I, Mu Shuyu, never joke. You are so outstanding that out of ten women, eight would inevitably fall for you. I am naturally no exception."

"Of course, I know you have your head class monitor now, but that doesn't matter. I can be your mistress. Don't you want that? I’ve never even had a boyfriend before. The men in all of Subei who want to pursue me could form an entire reinforced regiment! Now I’m offering myself to you for free—do you want it or not?"