es, with various scrutinizing looks and humorous glances, constantly sized up Jian Tong.Su Meng tried to smooth things over: "Young Master He, so you know our little Tong. But Tong has other things to...Shen Xiujin slept for a whole day and night.

Bai Yu made his third call to the Shen family estate. The butler who answered, in a voice as flat and mechanical as a machine, repeated over and over again — Mr. Shen was still asleep.

This is rare.

Bai Yu was unbelievable.

But such a thing, which was utterly impossible for Shen Xiujin, a man of his caliber, to experience, actually happened right before his eyes.

Bai Yu's heart felt a little anxious.

Ignoring the matters at hand, he abandoned everything. In the underground garage sat his recently acquired Mustang coupe. With a roar, it shot out into the night.

As for this Mustang, the price isn't actually high, around 400,000 to 500,000 yuan. For someone like Bai YuXing with his wealth, it's not considered a luxury car at all. But people who understand cars know, the feeling of driving it is incredibly satisfying, especially that rush you get when roaring down the road.

But at this moment, this new darling of Bai Yu's recent model cars, couldn't get even a sliver of attention from Bai Yu.

Just treat it as a Passat and drive recklessly towards the Shen Manor.

Shen's Estate, he was familiar with it. He rolled up his sleeves, clenched his fist, ignoring the obstruction of Shen Jia, the recently hired manager, and ran to the end of the second floor, slamming against the door in a flurry of blows.

The steward was getting anxious behind him, “Sir is too tired, he ordered no disturbance...”

Before he could finish his sentence, Bai Yuxing shot him back:

"You've worked for the Shen family for years, haven't you When have you ever seen anyone with the last name Shen sleep for a whole day and night"

He tried to push the door open but it wouldn't budge. He turned the handle, "Hey! It's locked again!" Then he whirled around and angrily shouted at the butler behind him:

"Do you have a spare key Give it to me!"

He still had his head turned towards the butler behind him, a sudden cold wind whipping past his ear: "I'm not dead."

The chilling sound sent shivers down my spine.

Bai Yu's eyes lit up: "Good fellow!" He raised his hand and patted the man standing at the open door with a cold face on the shoulder.

"You're not dead I was so scared."

The man, obviously woken up roughly, twisted his face in displeasure: “What is it Speak.”

Bai Yu xing let out an "ah" and looked at the other in astonishment: "I was afraid you wouldn't wake up. Come, see if you're dead or not, so I can bury you."

The latter looked at him with a hint of pity, "Don't worry, he won't die." He seemed to think of something and added, "He's just too tired."

Yes, I am just too tired.

"Just take a nap."

Yes, just take a nap.

"But Yu Xing, we're all getting old now, we need to pay more attention to our health in the future. You should go to bars less often, it's bad for you."

Hearing this, Bai Yu almost thought he'd misheard. But as he looked at the man speaking in such a nonchalant tone, he felt like he was seeing a ghost.

"Screw you, old man. You're old, I'm in my prime. There are so many girls waiting for me to grace them with my presence. It's their loss if they don't have me."

The two chatted casually.

The conversation then turned to matters both inside and outside the Shen family.

Speaking of serious matters, Bai Yu walked with purpose:

While you slept for a whole day and night, I only managed to soothe the restless hearts within Shen Corporation.

"But at the root of it all, what truly needs solving isn't this," he said, raising his head and looking solemnly at Shen Xiujian: Let me know if you need anything else translated!

"What are you going to do"

Seeing the other party remain silent, Bai Yu hesitated and said, "If financing..."

"We haven't gotten to that point yet." The silent man tapped his fingers on the table, speaking of his intentions:

"Large investments."

But, financing

He won't allow other capital to take advantage of the situation at this time.

"Are you going it alone Funding it yourself" Bai Yuxing asked a rather ruthless question, "Where's the money coming from"

"AG company in the U.S., do you know it"

Bai Yu nodded. "It seems to have emerged in recent years, although it's a newcomer on Wall Street, it's one of the most successful firms at making money there."

"Mmm. Mine."

"Oh, your... what Your..." Bai Yuxing jumped up, but the other person remained seated calmly on the bed, as if he had just said something like "The weather is nice today."

Bai Yu walked over and stared at the man sitting on the bed, his face still and calm. After a long while, Bai Yu's expression turned serious:

"Shen Xiujin, you're really a terrible person!"

If Old Master Shen had known that the US AG was his grandson, he wouldn't have dared to launch the Shen Family Revolution.

He once again came to know this childhood friend of his... he didn't even know him!

AG may not be as massive as the Shen Group, but in the high-end and luxurious world of Wall Street, it still holds a significant position.

"Who else knows" After a moment of silence, Bai Yuxing asked with some despair.

"Now there's one more of you."

The latter said faintly.

That is to say, no one knew about it before this.

Suddenly, Bai Yu's mood improved dramatically: "Xi Chen is still in the dark. Just wait for him to come looking for a fight!"

This is gloating.

Someone like Bai Yuxing is perceptive and wouldn't be as narrow-minded as a woman.

He understood that kind of thing, not to mention Shen Xiuqin had secrets. Bai Yuxing, didn't he also have some secrets his buddies didn't know about

Moreover, an AG, a product of capital.

It was not closely related to the commercial circles across the Pacific.

Wall Street's operations are more prevalent within the Euro-American circle.

Although AG belongs to you, when you invest AG's capital into Shen Shi, that means turning your own money into Shen Shi's money.

A person's own money and Shen's money are very different. It's like using personal assets to fill the company's assets.

Shen Xiujin took quite a heavy loss this time.

It's understandable that Bai Yu would think this way.

The man in bed chuckled lightly at this, raising an eyebrow nonchalantly and saying,

"What's Shen's is mine, isn't it"

It's really... arrogant!

Which conglomerate, which listed company, whose chairman dares to say that the group's is their own

"And there's also talk about you online and Jian Tong. Shen Xiuqin, you're the latest embodiment of a scumbag in this new era. Congratulations, get ready to stink for eternity."

After Bai Yu expressed his schadenfreude, he saw the confident man become subdued. His previously taciturn demeanor now struck Bai Yu as strangely vulnerable.

Fragile

Screw his fragility!

Bai Yu rubbed his temples, had he gone mad to think Shen was fragile

"I'm afraid your bad reputation will also affect the restructuring of the Shen family. In this era of social media, I fear that netizens may spontaneously boycott."

"Under capital, everything is but a cloud." Shen Xiujin said lightly, stood up, and made a gesture of seeing off the guest.

He wants to rest, to have a healthy body, and to grow old with that woman.

After Bai Yuxing left Shen's manor, Shen Xiujin went to his study. He had a Weibo account, registered long ago. Today, he logged in and was immediately met with a barrage of insults on his Weibo feed.

He glanced at it casually and then looked away.

19:31

Under Shen Xiuqin's Weibo, there is only one post:

In my life, Shen Xiujin, I have only one wife, her name is Jian Tong.

A mere dozen words, no more embellishment.

There are no sweet words of love, no fiery expressions of affection, no heart-wrenching apologies.

Not even a single "love" character.

But those who understand this sentence say: This man is deeply in love with a woman named Jian Tong.

In the study, a man dragged his weary body, drowsy and half-asleep. He didn't have time to return to the bedroom, his heavy eyelids drooping against the armchair until he drifted off to sleep.Yet the moment his fingers brushed her feet, his brow furrowed. He put down the towel and gently cradled those icy cold feet in his palms, carefully rubbing and warming them. For a long while, the war...