Xu Mu had initially considered making him lose his job as well.
But upon learning the man’s identity, he decided to wait a little longer.
“President Liu, you asked for me.”
Zhang Shuaikai immediately approached Liu Wei.
“Is this the person you recruited? How do you even do your job?”
Liu Wei pointed at Wu Shengqi standing nearby, his gaze icy as he stared at Zhang Shuaikai.
Zheng Yan, seizing the opportunity, rushed forward and laid out all of Wu Shengqi’s misdeeds.
Hearing this, Zhang Shuaikai’s face turned pale.
“President Liu, I apologize—it was my oversight. I poached him from another company back then. I never expected him to turn out like this.”
Zhang Shuaikai quickly distanced himself from the situation.
“Enough, no more excuses.”
Xu Mu looked at Zhang Shuaikai. “He just said you’re his backer, didn’t he?”
“Young Master Xu! No, he’s spouting nonsense!”
Zhang Shuaikai glared at Wu Shengqi and snapped, “Explain yourself to Young Master Xu!”
As Feng Kang’s illegitimate son, he certainly knew who Xu Mu was.
In fact, Xu Mu was someone he envied and resented.
Xu Shou doted on him excessively, while Zhang Shuaikai himself had never earned so much as a glance from Feng Kang.
“I… I was just talking nonsense earlier, trying to intimidate them.”
Wu Shengqi knew very well that Zhang Shuaikai was his direct superior.
If the Feng Family found out he had implicated Zhang Shuaikai, he might end up at the bottom of a river by the next day.
“Alright, Liu Wei, how about having my aunt here take over his position as supervisor?”
Xu Mu placed a hand on Li Yun’s shoulder.
“Xiao Xu, that won’t do! I’ve never even held a managerial role before—”
“Perfect! I think this lady is an excellent fit. With her poise and grace, she’s overqualified just being a supervisor.”
Liu Wei immediately smiled at Xu Mu.
Zheng Yan’s heart twisted with envy. Why did Li Yun get all the luck?
“Xiao Xu, I’m not cut out for this kind of work. I’m afraid I’ll mess up.”
Li Yun had spent years in the workforce, but aside from running her own breakfast shop, she had always been stuck in entry-level positions.
“This job is easy—just handling miscellaneous tasks. You’ll do fine.”
Xu Mu reassured her with a smile.
[Affection +20]
“Alright then.”
Li Yun was deeply moved. She owed Xu Mu yet another huge favor.
“Supervisor Li, our deputy supervisor is out on business this morning. When she returns this afternoon, I’ll have her guide you through the work.”
Liu Wei spoke kindly to Li Yun. She was Xu Mu’s connection, after all—best to treat her well.
“Thank you, President Liu.”
Li Yun nodded repeatedly.
“Auntie, I’ll head upstairs first to take a look.”
Xu Mu winked at Li Yun before following Liu Wei and Zhang Shuaikai toward the elevator.
Li Yun clenched her fists nervously, still unable to believe this was real. It all felt like a dream.
“Li Yun—no, Supervisor, I’m sorry. I was forced into this. Please, for the sake of our old friendship, forgive me.”
Zheng Yan grabbed Li Yun’s arm, her face pleading.
She had worked hard to land a job at such a prestigious company, and now Li Yun was connected to someone influential.
If Li Yun held a grudge, getting her fired would be as easy as snapping her fingers.
Seeing Zheng Yan’s desperate expression, Li Yun softened.
“I know you had your reasons,” she said quietly.
Zheng Yan sighed in relief, then grinned. “As your old classmate, I’m really happy for you—scoring such a wealthy, handsome young boyfriend.”
Li Yun’s face flushed, and she waved her hands in protest. “Zheng Yan, what nonsense are you spouting? He’s not my boyfriend!”
“Who are you fooling? If he’s not your boyfriend, why did he rush to save you last night? If he’s not your boyfriend, why did he come here today just to stand up for you?”
Zheng Yan glanced at Li Yun’s figure and added, “Plenty of young men go for older women, especially ones as elegant as you. The French president is over twenty years younger than his wife—what’s your age gap?”
Li Yun shook her head firmly. “You’ve misunderstood. He’s just close with my daughter.”
Though she said that, her mind began to wander.
Xu Mu was already married, yet he treated her and her family with unusual kindness.
What could his motive be?
Neither she nor her daughter had anything he could want.
Unless… he really was…
“Oh, so he’s buttering up his future mother-in-law,” Zheng Yan said, suddenly enlightened. Then she cursed herself for having a son instead.
——
Xu Mu didn’t go to Liu Wei’s office. Instead, he followed Zhang Shuaikai to his own.
Zhang Shuaikai was nervous. Had Xu Mu taken Wu Shengqi’s words to heart and now held a grudge against him?
“Y-Young Master Xu, what did you need to discuss?”
Zhang Shuaikai adjusted his black-framed glasses, his expression uneasy.
Xu Mu sat on the sofa, his tone calm. “I’m giving you a chance. Tell me everything, and I’ll help you claim what’s rightfully yours.”
“Young Master Xu, I don’t understand what you mean.”
Zhang Shuaikai stood before Xu Mu, his face a mask of confusion.
"If I'm asking you this, it means I already have evidence. Let me give you a warning—if you persist in your delusions, your fate will be dire."
Xu Mu's eyes gradually turned cold as he spoke. "Don’t think only the Feng Family can make you disappear. The Xu Family can do the same."
At the mention of the Feng Family, Zhang Shuaikai’s pupils constricted, his face filled with disbelief.
How did Xu Mu know about this?
After a moment of thought, he realized—this spoiled brat didn’t know anything. It must have been Xu Shou who investigated.
Xu Mu was just sent here to handle the matter.
Zhang Shuaikai knew Xu Mu’s temperament well. If he truly displeased him, his life might be in danger.
Uncertain how much Xu Mu actually knew, Zhang Shuaikai decided honesty was his only option. If caught in a lie, he was finished.
"Xu… Young Master Xu, I was wrong. The Feng Family planted me in the Xu Family. I’ll tell you everything."
Zhang Shuaikai didn’t dare hold back, laying out the entire story.
Six years ago, Feng Kang had anticipated a major conflict with the Xu Family and arranged for Zhang Shuaikai to infiltrate them.
With the Feng Family’s support, Zhang Shuaikai secured numerous deals for the company, steadily climbing the ranks until he became a minor executive.
During the financial war between the Feng and Xu Families in Yang City, he secretly leaked critical information.
Eventually, the Xu Family’s Yang City branch collapsed.
Even when salaries were slashed and payments delayed for months, Zhang Shuaikai stayed put.
Impressed by his apparent loyalty, Xu Shou promoted him to HR manager.
"Young Master Xu! I did pass on information, but none of it was crucial. The branch’s downfall was mainly due to investing in the Ye Family!"
Zhang Shuaikai pleaded nervously, "Please spare me! I’ve worked hard for the company all these years too."
"What’s your relationship with Feng Kang? Why would you willingly spy for the Feng Family all these years?"
Xu Mu lounged on the sofa, legs crossed.
Zhang Shuaikai froze. Had they uncovered even this?
He had never breathed a word of it to anyone.

iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.

pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"

lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”