Chapter 152 – The White Moonlight is Forcibly Loved by the Substitute 50

The moment he left the hotel, Gu Qiyan called Meng Ying and demanded to know if he was behind the attack on Si Shuang Yu. Over the past few months, the two had argued countless times over Si Shuang Yu, and their relationship had grown extremely tense. Gu Qiyan refused to believe that Xiao Yu had destroyed the container point and had been searching for evidence to prove his innocence. Meanwhile, Meng Ying insisted that he must have ordered it, yet couldn’t produce any solid proof.

This angered Ai Jing, who began to trust Meng Ying more than Gu Qiyan. He started bypassing Gu Qiyan on many matters, contacting Meng Ying directly instead. This deeply dissatisfied Gu Qiyan, who felt that Meng Ying was trying to usurp his position. His resentment finally erupted the moment he heard that Shuang Yu was in trouble.

“He killed so many core family members to secure his own position. Besides me, plenty of other people want him dead. Why would you think it was me, A Yan?” Meng Ying retorted with a cold laugh when confronted by Gu Qiyan.

“Then you’d better pray I don’t find any evidence, or I won’t let you off, Meng Ying!”

Beep, beep, beep.

Hearing the dial tone, Meng Ying cursed and hurled his phone, smashing it to pieces. His face was grim as he coldly ordered Cannonball, who was standing beside him, “Erase all the evidence. Do it cleanly!”

“Brother Meng, those men have been with you for many years…” Cannonball began hesitantly.

Before he could finish, Meng Ying slapped him across the face.

“They can’t even kill Si Shuang Yu! What use do I have for such trash?”

The man didn’t dare say another word and hurried off to carry out his orders. As soon as Cannonball left, a cold glint flashed in Meng Ying’s eyes. He took out another phone and dialed a mysterious number.

“Three million each. Help me kill a few people. Remember to make it clean and quick.”

He was exceptionally generous, transferring the full amount immediately. The contact he reached out to belonged to a newly risen group of assassins who, in less than a year, had shot from the bottom of the rankings to third place. And the people Meng Ying wanted dead were none other than the family of the person who knew his darkest secrets—Cannonball’s entire family.

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In Shuang Yu’s villa, the atmosphere was far from tense; in fact, it was filled with laughter and joy.

“Your acting skills are pretty good, kid. You made it look so real. Did you take acting classes?” Song Heng teased Jingmo with a light chuckle.

“Hello… Hello… Damn this crappy signal…” Cheng Meng, the life of the party, mimicked Jingmo’s earlier actions with a phone gesture, his impersonation spot-on.

Beside him, Tong Tong was laughing so hard she had to clutch her stomach, unable to stand up straight.

“My god, absence really does make the heart grow fonder. The cute little fluffball from before has grown into a bear, and a lying one at that!”

Jingmo maintained a cold expression, letting them tease him. If it were his old self, he would have beaten them up to make them shut up. But now… he instinctively glanced at Shuang Yu, whose lips were curled into a slight smile.

Fine, Yu is so happy. I’ll let them off this once.

Ding-ding—

A text message alert sounded. Jingmo glanced down at his phone.

[Meng Ying has hired you to kill Cannonball. I’ve accepted on your behalf. Time limit: 24 hours to complete the mission.]

“Good news?” Shuang Yu asked curiously, noticing the smile on his face.

“Yeah, there should be a major breakthrough. I’ll tell you later. I have to go out, Yu!” Jingmo put his phone away. Before leaving, he leaned down and placed a light, fleeting kiss on Shuang Yu’s forehead, then departed.

“Oh my god, a forehead kiss! So sweet!” Tong Tong squealed, covering her face.

“How romantic! I want one too, darling. Mwah~~” Cheng Meng cooed in a saccharine voice, mimicking a girl’s actions as he leaned his face toward his girlfriend for a kiss.

“Ahem… Stop it. It’s just a friendly greeting between brothers,” Shuang Yu coughed awkwardly, trying to deny it.

“Xiao Yu, my brain might not be the sharpest, but even I know that’s more than just a brotherly greeting!” Shi Letian asserted with a serious expression.

“A romantic interest, right? We all get it~~” Song Heng raised his wine glass, winking playfully as he teased him.

“Next, we will conduct a brief interview with Mr. Si Shuang Yu. Please answer the questions seriously! You’ve been looking exceptionally radiant lately, the healthiest you’ve been in thirteen years. How did you achieve this? Is it because you’re being nourished by a certain young man?” Tong Tong cleared her throat, holding her fist up like a microphone to begin the interview.

“I-I-I have a question too! How far have you two gone? He looks pretty big, so that thing of his probably isn’t too shabby either…” Cheng Meng raised his hand to ask another question.

“You idiot, big doesn’t necessarily mean good. These things require skill!” Song Heng pushed up his glasses, giving him a look that screamed, ‘You’re so ignorant.’

“Are you kidding? Is my brother an ordinary person? He’s a man who’s played with all eighteen kinds of toys. If he wasn’t satisfied, would he be glowing like that?” Cheng Meng shouted back in protest.

As the conversation veered into territory not suitable for children, Shuang Yu was so embarrassed he could have dug a castle with his toes. The crucial point was, he and Jingmo really hadn’t done anything. Although they lived together, the kid had been very well-behaved lately, never knocking on his door claiming to have had a nightmare like before. As for why he looked so well, he had no idea either. Perhaps it was just because Jingmo was a big shot, and he was simply absorbing his incredible luck?

This kind of metaphysics was impossible to explain to ordinary people! “That’s enough. We’re really just friends…” Shuang Yu coughed awkwardly, trying to explain.

For some reason, his explanation sounded very weak. As for why it sounded weak, he knew better than anyone. It was because he was constantly craving the other’s body, tumbling with him in his dreams night after night.

“Don’t worry, bro. I promise I won’t develop that kind of ‘brotherly affection’ for you!” Cheng Meng declared with a solemn expression.

The others were already bent over with laughter.

Shuang Yu was speechless. Savage!

The intercom crackled to life. The guard at the gate reported Gu Qiyan’s arrival. The group immediately stopped their playful banter. After exchanging a look, they quickly adjusted their expressions, ready to get into character.

At the manor’s entrance, the guards had Gu Qiyan step out of his car and began to search him. After confirming he wasn’t carrying any dangerous weapons, they opened the gate. He wasn’t allowed to drive his own car in; he had to get into a guard’s vehicle, who then drove him to the villa.

“How is Xiao Yu?” Along the way, Gu Qiyan’s furrowed brow never relaxed as he constantly asked questions. It was clear he was genuinely worried about Shuang Yu’s condition.

Once the car arrived, he quickly got out and rushed into the house. The one who greeted him inside was the old fox, Song Heng.

“Mr. Gu, long time no see.” Song Heng pushed up his glasses and greeted him with a distant smile.

The three of them had originally belonged to the Gu family before defecting with Shuang Yu, making them traitors. Gu Qiyan had no fond feelings for any of them. The thought that these three had been by Xiao Yu’s side for the thirteen years he was gone made him feel even more uncomfortable.