Chen Cai's cold eyes flickered with panic upon hearing this, but she quickly regained her composure.
"Xu Mu! Stop spouting nonsense! Do you want me to sue you for defamation?"
"Go ahead. To prove I'm not lying, I’ll just have to show Feng Kang the video of you and Dai Xiao."
Xu Mu didn’t actually have any video, but according to the plot, Chen Cai and Dai Xiao were indeed involved.
Dai Xiao and Chen Cai were, in a way, mutually beneficial.
For years, Chen Cai had been scheming to secure her son’s inheritance.
But in Feng Kang’s eyes, only his eldest son, Feng Ruili, mattered.
Could Chen Cai tolerate that?
Feng Ruili’s mother was already dead—she was now Feng Kang’s legitimate wife.
Even if Feng Kang divided the family assets equally, she might reluctantly accept it.
But the Feng Family’s vast fortune? She and Feng Jian controlled only a measly ten percent.
Feng Kang was the chairman, and he had even drafted his will, naming Feng Ruili as his successor.
Chen Cai was a woman of strong will.
Since she had no allies within the Feng Family, she sought outside help.
Eventually, Dai Xiao came to her.
The two hit it off immediately.
Dai Xiao would help Chen Cai seize control of the company, and in return, Chen Cai would indulge his… peculiar tastes.
According to the plot, Dai Xiao was particularly fond of Chen Cai—he found the thrill irresistible.
Especially when he visited the Feng residence under the pretense of meeting Feng Jian.
But whenever Feng Jian and Feng Kang were absent, he would seize the opportunity.
"Impossible! You couldn’t possibly have a video!" Chen Cai shook her head vehemently.
"So, Madam admits to your relationship with Dai Xiao?"
Xu Mu watched Chen Cai’s expression through the rearview mirror.
Her face turned deathly pale. "You—you’re lying!"
All traces of her earlier cold arrogance had vanished.
"You’re quite bold, Madam, carrying on with Dai Xiao right under Feng Kang’s roof. Weren’t you afraid Feng Kang or Feng Jian might walk in?"
Xu Mu smirked. "Feng Kang aside, what about Feng Jian? Who does he think his real father is?"
Chen Cai’s mind went blank, her body trembling uncontrollably.
If she had doubted Xu Mu’s words earlier, she couldn’t anymore.
She had often been with Dai Xiao in the Feng residence—it was her way of getting back at Feng Kang.
She was his wife, yet he treated her as insignificant.
And Feng Kang, in his fifties or sixties, was frail and aging—nothing compared to a young man like Dai Xiao.
"Xu Mu… how did you get these videos?" Chen Cai’s voice was laced with fear.
She was terrified.
If this got out, Feng Kang wouldn’t dare retaliate against Dai Xiao—she would be the one to suffer.
She wouldn’t put it past Feng Kang to kill her.
"That’s none of your concern. All you need to know is that I have them." Xu Mu shrugged.
"What… what do you want? Threatening me like this—you can’t possibly be thinking…"
Chen Cai instinctively covered herself, then dropped her hands. At the very least, Xu Mu wasn’t bad-looking.
"Don’t flatter yourself."
Xu Mu was exasperated. Did she really think he had no standards?
Chen Cai might be a fine meal, but she’d already been shared by two men—their saliva practically dripping from her.
Who knew how many others had had a taste?
Xu Mu wasn’t in the habit of eating leftovers.
"From what I know, Feng Kang did plenty of illegal things when he was fighting our Xu Family."
Xu Mu fixed his gaze on Chen Cai. "I need evidence—proof that can send Feng Kang to prison."
"You want to bankrupt the Feng Family?" Chen Cai’s eyes narrowed.
"I just want Feng Kang ruined. After that, we split the Feng assets fifty-fifty."
Xu Mu’s tone was indifferent.
Chen Cai’s expression shifted between hesitation and calculation. After a long pause, she finally said, "I need time to think."
"Take your time. I’m in no hurry." Xu Mu smiled.
"Your time’s running out. Just yesterday, Dai Xiao mentioned plans to move against your Xu Family."
Chen Cai decided to counter-threaten. She wasn’t the type to be controlled. "I could mediate for you."
"Don’t bother. The Xu Family welcomes Dai Xiao’s visit."
Xu Mu wasn’t the least bit concerned about Dai Xiao—he had multiple ways to deal with the Dai Family.
"You’re not planning to use my videos against Dai Xiao, are you? Let me warn you—he won’t care."
Chen Cai’s voice turned grave.
"Madam, I wouldn’t resort to that. I’d hate to see you dead."
If word got out, Feng Kang would never let Chen Cai live.
Xu Mu intended to keep this secret until the Feng Family’s downfall.
"Was it you who made my son sick?" Chen Cai demanded.
"Not me. I’ve had the same illness before. The cure isn’t easy to come by."
Xu Mu handed her a pill. "Pleasure doing business. I expect Feng Kang’s dirty secrets soon."
Without another word, Chen Cai took the pill and left the car.
"Mom! Did you get the medicine?" Feng Jian rushed over, his face twisted in discomfort.
"Useless fool!"
Chen Cai snapped before handing him the pill.
"Mom! Thank you!"
Feng Jian couldn’t care less about what Chen Cai and Xu Mu had discussed—all he wanted was to be cured.
Chen Cai got into her car and drove off. This secret was a matter of life and death for her.
She wasn’t the type to let anyone control her.
And if she had to be controlled, it wouldn’t be by Xu Mu.
Allowing a wastrel like him to lord over her? That would be the ultimate humiliation.
She decided to seek out Dai Xiao—he’d know what to do.
Dai Xiao was a martial artist, and his bodyguards were even stronger. If push came to shove, they could make Xu Mu disappear.
Through the car window, Xu Mu watched Chen Cai leave, then turned his gaze to the ecstatic Feng Jian, his expression unreadable.
He knew Feng Jian’s nature—whether Dai Xiao ordered it or not, Feng Jian would come after him.
From the memories of the original villain, Xu Mu, the Xu Family’s downfall had forced him to avoid Yang City out of fear of Feng Jian’s retaliation.
But now that Dai Xiao was also targeting him, Xu Mu had to act fast.
He needed to find a woman—the original story’s vicious female antagonist.
She was ruthless, obsessed with the "Dragon King," and had repeatedly tried to kill Shen Wanning out of jealousy.
Once, she nearly succeeded, enraging the Dragon King, who executed her on the spot.
That woman was Dai Xingluo of the Dai Family.
Since Xu Mu had delayed the Dragon King’s return, he’d take it upon himself to meet this villainess.
She was the key to bringing down the Dai Family.
...
Feng Jian, seeing Xu Mu drive away, hurried to his own car.
Without hesitation, he swallowed the black pill.
Within moments, warmth spread through his stomach, then surged toward his afflicted area.
Feng Jian’s eyes widened in disbelief—less than a minute in, and he already felt a difference.
He quickly pulled out his phone and opened a risqué website. Just the thumbnail was enough to send him soaring.
"Holy shit! It actually worked!"
Tears of joy welled up. The medicine was legit.
There was no time to find a partner—he’d have to rely on his own hands to fulfill his dreams.

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.”

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Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"