Fang Chu's Conspiracy

Fang Chu certainly wouldn't force the issue—ultimately, the choice was up to Li Yun.

But Zhao Yingying was her daughter, and Fang Chu already knew exactly what she would choose.

Jiang City’s urban village.

Fang Chu parked his car by the roadside and walked up to Li Yun’s door, knocking lightly.

Inside, an anxious Li Yun paced back and forth. Hearing the knock, she thought it might be Zhao Yingying returning home.

She rushed to open the door, but the moment she saw Fang Chu standing there, her hopeful expression instantly vanished.

"Fang Chu, what are you doing here?" Li Yun’s tone was sharp.

"Did something happen to Yingying? I tried calling you, but it seems you blocked my number, so I came straight here."

Fang Chu put on a convincingly worried expression.

"How did you know?" Li Yun suddenly grew wary, eyeing Fang Chu suspiciously—was he somehow involved?

"Auntie, don’t misunderstand. I just happened to know the man involved."

Fang Chu took out his phone, opened a social media post, and handed it to Li Yun.

Hesitant, Li Yun took the phone and saw a post from someone named Liu Ping.

Several photos were attached, one of which clearly showed Zhao Yingying.

The caption read:

"This little demon hit and killed my father with her bike, then tried to brush it off with money? I swear I’ll send her to prison!"

Seeing this, Li Yun’s eyes lit up with a glimmer of hope. "Fang Chu… you know him?"

"I do. Back when I was starting my business, he was my partner. We were close then, but we haven’t spoken in two or three years."

Fang Chu took his phone back. "I only found out about Yingying’s situation because of this post."

"Xiao Fang! Please, I’m begging you—go talk to him! You know Yingying, she’s such a good girl, she doesn’t deserve this suffering!"

Li Yun clutched Fang Chu’s arm, tears streaming down her face as she pleaded.

"Auntie, of course I’ll help. But Liu Ping is also a small business owner, and he deeply respected his father. This won’t be easy to resolve."

Fang Chu sighed, feigning helplessness.

"Xiao Fang! I’ll kneel for you—please!"

Li Yun’s eyes were red from crying as she dropped to her knees right there.

"Auntie, get up. There’s no need for this between us."

Fang Chu quickly helped her to her feet. "I’ll talk to him."

"Xiao Fang… thank you…"

Li Yun was already sobbing uncontrollably.

"It’s nothing."

Fang Chu turned and left, a smirk curling on his lips.

Perfect—he had her right where he wanted her.

But he had no intention of solving Li Yun’s problem right away.

The faster he resolved it, the less indebted she’d feel.

He planned to let the matter simmer, waiting for Li Yun to come crawling back to him.

Then, with just a few subtle hints, he was certain she’d agree to anything—anything at all—to save her daughter.

Settling into his Ferrari, Fang Chu slammed the accelerator to the floor.

This time, he’d drive recklessly, unleashing all his pent-up frustration.

……

Meanwhile, Xu Mu had been waiting for Meng Wanyue to arrive.

Meng Wanyue parked her Wuling Hongguang nearby, hopping out with a backpack slung over her shoulder.

"Boss Xu."

Spotting him from a distance, she hurried over.

[Affection +10]

"Wanyue, let me brief you on what happened."

Xu Mu quickly summarized Zhao Yingying’s predicament, including the fact that nearby surveillance cameras had been tampered with.

After hearing everything, Meng Wanyue said firmly, "She’s definitely being framed. It’s too much of a coincidence."

"But the main issue is the lack of evidence—the street cameras were destroyed."

Xu Mu glanced at her. "If we could just get footage of the brakes being applied, it’d be much harder to pin this on Zhao Yingying."

Meng Wanyue held up a device. "Then let’s check nearby cameras and see if any of them caught anything."

"That’s exactly what I was thinking."

Xu Mu nodded.

With Meng Wanyue’s help, Xu Mu began canvassing the area for surveillance footage.

At each stop, he handed the shopkeepers 100 yuan—money made them far more cooperative.

But after two or three hours of searching, they still hadn’t found anything.

Most of the cameras only covered the shops themselves, not the street.

Then, at a small convenience store, Xu Mu finally got a lead.

The owner had multiple cameras—one even pointed at the street outside, since his store sold drinks and betel nuts.

In the past, troublemakers had often snatched items and run, so he’d installed extra surveillance.

Thrilled, Xu Mu handed the owner another 500 yuan.

The man eagerly pulled up the footage—and sure enough, the incident was visible.

But luck wasn’t on their side: a tree blocked the exact spot where Zhao Yingying had been.

"Nothing we can do about that," the owner said apologetically, ready to return the money.

"Wait!"

Xu Mu suddenly leaned in. "Rewind a few seconds."

The owner complied. "What is it?"

"That car."

Xu Mu pointed at the screen.

The owner immediately understood. "You’re thinking about the dashcam?"

"Exactly."

Xu Mu nodded. "Almost every car has one these days."

"Boss Xu, that’s a Lexus LX, but we can’t see the license plate from here," Meng Wanyue pointed out.

"Don’t worry. A niche car like that, worth over a million? In Jiang City, at this exact time? There can’t be many. We’ll track it down."

Xu Mu immediately relayed the information to Jiang Huihui, asking her to investigate further.

Not all the cameras in the area were broken—surely one had caught the car.

Back in Meng Wanyue’s Wuling Hongguang, they waited.

Soon, Jiang Huihui messaged back: she’d located the vehicle.

She’d even identified the owner—it belonged to Jiang City’s Sony Electronics flagship store.

Staring at the license plate number, Xu Mu felt a flicker of recognition.

He’d seen this car before—wasn’t it the same one Miyako Fuka had been in?

If so, what an absurd coincidence.

Instead of taking his own car, Xu Mu rode with Meng Wanyue to the Sony store.

Using his heightened perception, he quickly confirmed it: Miyako Fuka was on the second floor.

As they walked in, a woman in a uniform and black stockings hurried over.

"Mr. Xu! What brings you here today?" she asked sweetly. "Looking for anything in particular?"

"Sony’s a big brand. If you were me, what would you buy?"

Xu Mu brushed past her, heading straight for the stairs.

He had a few things to discuss with Miyako Fuka.

"Mr. Xu, with Sony, I’d take anything—no complaints!"

The woman laughed nervously before suddenly stepping in his path. "Ah, Mr. Xu, the second floor isn’t part of the display area."

"And what if I insist on going up?" Xu Mu said coolly.