His gaze froze.
Isn’t that Lin Xuan from Skyline Group?
Skyline Group is a major enterprise in their city, contributing a significant amount of taxes to Cloud Metropolis.
Wait.
The woman beside him…
Chen Feihong’s eyes widened.
Is that Su Hua?
Chen Feihong rubbed his eyes in disbelief, double-checking.
No mistake—it really was Su Hua, the CEO of Su Corporation.
As the top official in Cloud Metropolis, he had met Su Hua a few times and remembered her vividly.
Cold.
Beautiful.
But why did she seem so fragile now?
No, that wasn’t the point. The real issue was that his worthless brother-in-law had offended both Su Hua and Lin Xuan!
If he dared to punish Su Hua and Lin Xuan today just to protect this cheap relative, he’d lose his position by tomorrow—maybe even end up in prison.
Thankfully, he’d come in person today. There was still a chance to salvage the situation.
Chen Feihong pretended not to recognize Lin Xuan and Su Hua, frowning as he asked, “What happened here?”
The officer replied, “This man, Wang Hai, took a liking to the young lady. Her boyfriend stepped in to protect her and ended up beating them, though there might be some question of excessive self-defense.”
“Hmph.” Boss Wang sneered. “So what if I liked her? It’s an honor for her to catch my eye.” His tone was full of self-righteousness.
“And I didn’t even get a chance to do anything before he beat me up.” Wang Hai pointed at Lin Xuan. “He’s too arrogant—completely lawless!”
Chen Feihong glared at Wang Hai.
He had always despised this brother-in-law of his. If not for his wife’s constant pleading, he wouldn’t have bothered with him at all.
Now, this fool was about to drag him down with him!
Thank goodness he recognized Lin Xuan and Su Hua.
“Brother-in-law,” Wang Hai pointed to the wound on his forehead, “see this? This man smashed a bottle on my head. And he forced me to kneel—even stepped on me!”
“Brother-in-law, you have to make him pay for this.”
Chen Feihong glanced at Su Hua’s icy expression.
His heart lurched.
Slap!
He struck Wang Hai hard across the face.
“B-Brother-in-law?” Wang Hai clutched his cheek, staring in shock. “Why did you hit me?”
“I hit you because you’re a disgrace!” Chen Feihong put on a righteous front. “Publicly harassing someone else’s woman—is this how I taught you to behave?”
“Brother-in-law?”
Wang Hai was still dumbfounded.
Wasn’t this just a minor issue to him?
In the past, he’d helped him cover up far worse.
“Shut your mouth.”
Chen Feihong shot Wang Hai a warning glare before turning to Lin Xuan and Su Hua with an ingratiating smile.
“Sir, Miss, my deepest apologies for my brother-in-law’s rudeness. Rest assured, I will handle this matter impartially—no favoritism whatsoever.”
“How would you like him dealt with? Compensation, an apology, or jail time—anything is possible.”
Wang Hai gaped at his brother-in-law’s groveling.
Chen Feihong was the top authority in Cloud Metropolis, a man who never bowed to anyone. Since when did he act like this?
“No need. Just handle it fairly,” Lin Xuan said coolly.
“Of course, of course. I’ll have him detained for provocation and disorderly conduct, plus compensate you with 50,000 yuan for emotional distress,” Chen Feihong offered.
“No. I want him charged with these crimes.” Lin Xuan handed his phone to Chen Feihong.
Chen Feihong scanned the contents—and froze.
In such a short time, Lin Xuan had dug up this much dirt on his brother-in-law?
“These are Wang Hai’s crimes. Enough for a life sentence, wouldn’t you say?” Lin Xuan asked.
“Y-Yes, absolutely. If verified, this would indeed warrant life imprisonment.” Chen Feihong wiped sweat from his brow.
“And,” Lin Xuan added, “shouldn’t the person who shielded him resign? Unless he’d prefer prison.”
Chen Feihong’s face went pale.
He’d climbed to this position through years of effort and was on the verge of a promotion. Resigning now would mean losing everything.
“Don’t you agree?” Lin Xuan arched a brow.
Chen Feihong glanced at the phone again, his stomach sinking.
If Lin Xuan could uncover Wang Hai’s crimes so easily, investigating him would be child’s play.
He had no choice.
“Y-Yes, of course. I’ll… make the necessary arrangements,” Chen Feihong stammered.
“Then my girlfriend and I can leave?” Lin Xuan asked.
Su Hua had been silently watching the entire time, not uttering a word.
Seeing Lin Xuan effortlessly bend Chen Feihong to his will, she couldn’t help but smile.
Her Xuan was truly impressive.
“Yes, you’re free to go,” Chen Feihong said hurriedly, eager to see the two of them gone. “I have matters to attend to, so I won’t escort you out.”
“No need.”
Lin Xuan wrapped an arm around Su Hua’s shoulders and led her away.
Chen Feihong’s dark gaze settled on Wang Hai.
Wang Hai shrank under the intensity of that stare.
Why was his brother-in-law looking at him like that?
“B-Brother-in-law,” Wang Hai stuttered, “what’s wrong?”
Slap!
Chen Feihong struck him again.
“Do you have any idea who they are? You dare provoke them?” Chen Feihong roared.
“Aren’t they just ordinary people? What’s so special about them?” Wang Hai whined. “And you’re the top official here—Cloud Metropolis is your domain. Who could possibly intimidate you?”
Chen Feihong scoffed. “Those two are beyond my reach.”
Wang Hai’s heart pounded with dread.
From the sound of it, they held unimaginable influence.
“Brother-in-law… who are they?” he asked nervously.
“Who?” Chen Feihong sneered. “One is the CEO of Su Corporation. The other leads Skyline Group. Need I say more?”
“What?!”
Wang Hai’s eyes nearly bulged out of his head.
He’d heard of both—untouchable figures.
He’d assumed people who ate at street stalls couldn’t be that important. Who’d have thought they’d be this powerful?
He was finished.
Offending them meant his life was over.
Wang Hai collapsed to the floor, his face ashen.
“Prepare yourself for a life behind bars,” Chen Feihong said bitterly. “And as for me… it’s time I resigned.”
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