Feng Family Manor.
Today, the manor was decorated with lanterns and banners. When Xu Mu and the others arrived, they noticed the parking area outside was already packed with cars.
Xu Shou had just stepped out of the car when several people approached from a distance.
"Chairman Xu! Long time no see."
"Boss Xu, do you still remember me? Back in Yang City, we collaborated on quite a few projects."
...
As the saying goes, once you achieve success, you’ll find everyone around you becomes kind.
Now, the weight-loss pills from the Xu Group were being sold nationwide.
Despite not deliberately employing scarcity marketing, the products were still snapped up as soon as they hit the shelves.
After all, weight-loss pills required long-term use—at least a month of continuous intake—before showing any noticeable effects.
Xu Shou smiled warmly, showing no signs of arrogance.
Xu Mu and Xu Ningbing followed him out of the car.
Xu Ningbing stayed close to Xu Shou the entire time, while Xu Mu made his way into the Feng Family Manor.
"Young Master Xu!"
As soon as Xu Mu stepped inside, a young man with dyed blond hair excitedly rushed toward him.
It was Su Ruiming.
Xu Mu was slightly surprised. How was this guy still in one piece after offending both Feng Jian and Dai Xiao last time?
"What brings you here?" Xu Mu asked with a smile as he walked over.
"No idea. My dad somehow got an invitation from the Feng family," Su Ruiming shrugged.
Xu Mu thought for a moment and quickly pieced together the reason.
After all, Feng Kang had teamed up with Lin Yang.
Su Yaya from the Su family was Lin Yang’s first love—perhaps he was the one who had Feng Kang extend the invitation.
Xu Mu and Su Ruiming walked further into the manor together.
On the distant lawn, white round tables and chairs were arranged, with a half-meter-high podium set up at the front.
Behind the podium was a large screen.
Xu Mu didn’t bother inspecting it up close—his heightened perception easily located the staff behind the screen.
The computer there controlled the display and adjusted the microphone and speaker volumes.
Xu Mu tightened his grip on the flash drive in his hand. All he needed to do later was plug it in and play the video.
But he was still deciding who should carry out the task.
Eventually, he settled on Feng Jian.
There was no need to hire someone else—Chen Cai would know immediately that Xu Mu was behind it once the video played.
Rather than hiding it, he might as well make his move openly.
"My kin!"
Just then, a girl with twin pigtails rushed toward him.
She wore a black princess dress, with one leg clad in a black stocking and the other in white.
Her round face was undeniably cute, and her pigtails bounced rhythmically as she ran.
"Kin!"
Nangong Yao stopped beside Xu Mu and covered her left eye with one hand. "As expected, there’s no trace of sin left on you."
"All thanks to you," Xu Mu chuckled.
[Affection +10]
Nangong Yao beamed. "Oh, it was nothing. Just doing my part."
Meanwhile, the crowd stirred as Ren Fuhai arrived, prompting many to rise and greet him.
The "Corporate Emperor" of the Nangong family was a household name throughout Jiangbei.
At the Xu family’s previous banquet, Xu Shou had only invited a select group of Yang City businessmen with close ties to them.
But the Feng family was different—Yang City had always been their stronghold.
This time, nearly all the top-ranking business leaders in the city were present.
And they all knew exactly how influential Ren Fuhai was.
Xu Mu and Su Ruiming sat at one of the dining tables.
Nangong Yao, the little loli, didn’t leave. Instead, she grabbed Xu Mu’s sleeve and plopped herself onto his lap.
Xu Mu shook his head slightly—this girl really had no sense of caution around him.
"Kin, what are you looking at?"
Noticing Xu Mu’s distracted gaze, Nangong Yao asked in a childish voice.
"I’m checking to see who here reeks of sin, so we can purify them," Xu Mu replied casually, glancing down at her.
"Kin, I’ll help you look too!"
Nangong Yao covered one eye again and scanned the surroundings.
By noon, the crowd had grown even larger.
Xu Mu suddenly spotted members of the Chai family arriving—including Chai Xiongtao, whom he had encountered before.
It was from Chai Xiongtao’s grasp that Xu Mu had rescued Feng Yue.
Then, Xu Mu sensed someone glaring at him. Without turning, he used his perception to identify the source.
It was Chen Cai.
Her gaze was icy, as if she wanted to devour Xu Mu on the spot.
Yet, when other businessmen approached her, she instantly switched to a polite smile.
Xu Shou and Shen Hong from the Shen family soon entered the manor as well, surrounded by a group of people.
The entire estate buzzed with lively chatter.
Before long, a tall man in a suit, with a side-parted hairstyle, emerged from the villa deeper inside.
He appeared to be in his mid-thirties, with eyes that mirrored Feng Kang’s—naturally sharp and ruthless.
Xu Mu recognized him—Feng Kang’s eldest son, Feng Ruili.
According to the original plot, this man was practically Feng Kang’s carbon copy, equally cunning and formidable.
Even Chen Cai, his nominal stepmother, tread carefully around him.
"President Feng, it’s been a while."
As Feng Ruili approached, many guests immediately gathered around him.
Xu Mu’s table remained quiet. Though he was infamous, his reputation was far from favorable.
Naturally, no one sought to cozy up to him.
"Holy—Young Master Xu! Look!"
Su Ruiming, who had been stuffing his face with desserts, suddenly pointed toward the manor’s entrance. "It’s Feng Yue!"
Xu Mu turned and saw her.
Unlike her usual seductive qipao, Feng Yue wore a fitted black dress today.
Among all the beauties Xu Mu had encountered, Feng Yue still took the crown when it came to curves.
The dress clung to her figure, accentuating every alluring contour.
Many couldn’t resist stealing glances in her direction.
This woman was truly a stunner.
Feng Yue was accompanied by several middle-aged women who looked like socialites, their ages ranging from thirty to fifty.
They chatted and laughed, clearly on good terms.
Then, Xu Mu noticed Chen Cai walking toward Feng Yue.
Seeing this, he lifted Nangong Yao off his lap and followed, keeping a discreet distance.
Someone like Chen Cai wouldn’t approach Feng Yue for a friendly greeting.
Su Ruiming trailed behind Xu Mu.
"Madam Feng."
The socialites greeted Chen Cai warmly.
Though their husbands were wealthy, few in Yang City could rival the Feng family’s financial power.
Chen Cai acknowledged them with a smile before turning to Feng Yue. "Who gave you permission to come to the Feng family’s estate?"
Feng Yue suppressed the fury simmering inside her.
To her, Chen Cai ranked even above Feng Kang on her list of most hated people.
Back when her mother took her away from the Feng family to another city, Chen Cai had relentlessly hounded them.
This woman was merciless.
In fact, Feng Yue’s mother had succumbed to depression and passed away at forty—all because of Chen Cai’s torment.
"The Feng family’s anniversary is today. As a member of the Feng family, why shouldn’t I be here?"
Feng Yue suppressed her anger and forced a faint smile.
"Because you're not worthy!"
Chen Cai glanced at the wealthy women beside her. "Do you know about her mother? Back then, to climb into the Feng family, she drugged and seduced my husband. With a mother like that, what kind of decent person could she be?"
Hearing this, Feng Yue felt her mind explode.

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