Qi Beisong was someone who, not just in Hongcheng but even in the entire province, was not someone anyone dared offend. Yet, unexpectedly, there was a polite, seemingly delicate person—someone who appeared refined and well-mannered—riding on his neck and throwing their weight around.

Yesterday, he spent the entire day with the police, enduring hours of interrogation. Not only was he questioned for hours, but he was also forced to move out of his father’s and grandfather’s homes, both of whom had always been disappointed in him. This time, they were even more relentless, dragging him back and giving him an earful for an entire night, reminiscing about the past glory days while chastising him as a disappointing descendant.

Qi Beisong had lived twenty-five years, the first of which were rather wild. He had used his family’s power to suppress people, but in recent years, he had focused on his company and business. Aside from occasional indulgences, he didn’t have any particularly bad habits.

His indulgences were largely due to the countless women who flocked to him—celebrities, models, all of whom begged to talk about “true love.” Each one was a hassle, and none of them were as reliable as the ones with clear prices, so he settled for them.

In any case, he was a young man in his twenties, full of vigor, uninterested in relationships, and wary of complications. He needed some outlet for his energy, and with his status, it wasn’t like he could go hug a streetlamp, right?

But after yesterday, his hard work in the eyes of his elders had been completely erased, and he was now reduced to nothing more than arrogance, abusing his power, and stirring up trouble.

Oh, and there was also the charge of involvement in black-market activities and terrorism.

He didn’t bring his bodyguards because he was a gangster or wanted to show off. Didn’t they know how much his life was worth? If something happened to him, the entire Hongcheng would be shaken.

He had a new Bentley, which he hadn’t even gotten used to, but a bunch of bomb-squad guys were already scanning it with their instruments. Just thinking about it made him feel heartbroken.

As for the little waiter at Shuiyue Mountain Villa, Qi Beisong still didn’t know the person’s name due to how the plot had changed. The waiter had randomly barged into his private room, acting like a seductively playful trap, cursing at him as soon as he caught his attention. He couldn’t just let it slide.

Before anything further could happen, Cheng Ji knocked him unconscious with a blow.

Let him be knocked out, but then the guy had the audacity to hit him, and Cheng Ji mocked him for being a “decorative pillow, stuffed with straw,” all show and no substance.

Let him laugh all he wants. Cheng Ji knocked him out again, and after that, things got worse for Qi Beisong. If he continued talking about it, he’d sound like a bitter victim.

Honestly, his first intention was just to teach the waiter a lesson, a civility lesson. The second time, he had just gone to ask him something, and if the guy was in a good mood, he would let him go. He never expected it would blow up into such a big deal.

At the police station, he met the young man whose phone number had been traced.

The guy was completely innocent—he didn’t know anything. He only knew a handsome young man had borrowed his phone. In his lustful haze, he had lent it out, not knowing where the man called or what he said. He even shyly admitted that the young man had treated him to milk tea, probably trying to flirt with him.

Flirt with what?

Did he even look at himself? Was he worth being flirted with? The young man might want to flirt, but he would first have to try with Qi Beisong, who was far more handsome.

No, that’s not the point. Forget it.

That idiot, Wang Beifeng, was also useless. His car was stolen, yet he couldn’t even describe the person who took it. All he knew was that the thief was wearing a black down jacket. On the street, at least eight out of ten men wear black down jackets.

Reluctantly, the police had to check the surveillance footage. Unfortunately, the area lacked high-definition cameras, and the thief had been standing too far away, his figure blurred like a tiny black dot. Fortunately, the camera at the milk tea shop’s counter caught part of the thief’s face. The little brat had deliberately worn the hood of his jacket to hide his face, but Qi Beisong recognized his mouth and chin.

He had a small lip bead, and the chin had once tilted up as he said, “Your physique is great, too bad you can’t fight.”

It was infuriating, revolting—Qi Beisong had no idea how to deal with the guy when he caught him.

The nurses and doctors wouldn’t leave, and other relatives of the patients gathered around Qi Beisong, asking, “Are you a relative of the Cheng family?”

Qi Beisong patiently replied, “No.”

“Oh, so who are you to her son then?”

“Handsome, do you have a girlfriend?”

“Why ask? He’s definitely a friend.”

“Handsome, I have a niece, she’s very pretty. Let me show you her picture.”

“Ah, I didn’t expect her son to have such rich friends, he’s really lucky!”

“Friend, my ass. I’ll make sure to deal with him.”

Qi Beisong, annoyed by the incessant chatter, pushed through the crowd, ordered Wang Beifeng to stay and watch over Cheng Madam, and made his way outside the small hospital building. Once outside, he noticed a quieter spot near a grove of camphor trees and walked towards it.

Cheng Ji was crouched deep in the grove, facing away from him.

Qi Beisong, in a bad mood, lit a cigarette as he walked, and only as he got closer did he realize there was someone behind the tree. Even though it was his own choice to intrude, he still felt offended. He furrowed his brows, about to step back, when suddenly, the person stood up.

From his figure, it was clear that it was a young man, slightly shorter than him, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, very upright and slightly slender.

He had definitely been smoking as well because a circle of smoke surrounded the area. The smoke smelled harsh, and Qi Beisong heard him cough twice.

The young man’s hair was cut very short, and from the side, Qi Beisong could see his red ears from the cold.

Suddenly, Qi Beisong stopped, his eyes landing on a mole at the back of the young man’s neck.

The receptionist at Shuiyue Mountain Villa had mentioned that the person who returned the coat had a mole at the back of his neck, visible when he lowered his head.

That mole had been red.

Cheng Ji had heard footsteps earlier, but he got up too late due to the pain in his head, legs, waist, and stomach muscles. He was in no mood to move after squatting for so long.

He sighed softly, then turned and met Qi Beisong’s gaze. The two froze for a moment.

Cheng Ji hadn’t expected Qi Beisong to come into this grove. Qi Beisong had never seen his face clearly before, and now he was too shocked to immediately recognize him.

After a few seconds of eye contact, Qi Beisong moved first, but due to his excitement, he almost stumbled and fell onto the ground covered in leaves.

Cheng Ji ran madly towards the edge of the grove, and Qi Beisong roared and immediately chased after him.

This time, Cheng Ji couldn’t kick him with the usual move. His legs were aching and numb, and he could barely move, running off-balance.

Qi Beisong quickly caught up and grabbed his shoulder. Cheng Ji lowered his body, slipping under his elbow.

Qi Beisong threw a punch, but Cheng Ji grabbed his wrist and swiftly twisted it behind his back.

Qi Beisong groaned.

Cheng Ji didn’t speak. He kept twisting his arm while raising his knee to press against his back, slowly forcing him down to the ground.

They were so close, their breaths mixing in the air, Qi Beisong realized how fierce Cheng Ji was. He had known this person could be tough, but he didn’t expect him to be so ruthless, his every move sharp and deadly, so different from the polite, harmless conversation they had the other night.

In fact, Cheng Ji had acted like this because he knew he wasn’t in good shape today. Every attack and dodge exposed his disadvantages, so he wanted to quickly take down Qi Beisong while he still had strength.

Just when Qi Beisong felt like his joints were about to be twisted apart, the force from behind suddenly disappeared.

Cheng Ji released his grip and stepped back two paces. His body swayed, and the air he exhaled felt like a hot wave against his skin. His cheeks burned, and for a brief moment, he even felt dizzy, as if the world was spinning.

He couldn’t fight anymore; any more effort would only raise his body temperature, and even anti-inflammatory tablets couldn’t suppress it.

Stopping his attack, Qi Beisong slipped away to counterattack. Cheng Ji moved awkwardly to the side, clearly exhausted.

Dizzy and weak, Cheng Ji decided not to run for now. He leaned against a camphor tree to catch his breath and said, “I have your private photos.”

“Hah,” Qi Beisong sneered. “I’m not afraid. I can guarantee you won’t be able to post them on any platform.”

“How about on a foreign server of a certain adult site?”

“Any platform,” Qi Beisong emphasized. “Don’t try to be clever. Do you even know who you’re dealing with?”

Cheng Ji said, “Fine. If I can’t post them online, I’ll print out a thousand copies and stick them all over your company’s front door. What’s the name of your company again?”

“Hongsheng,” Qi Beisong didn’t shy away from answering.

Cheng Ji nodded and asked, “Are you the boss of Hongsheng?”

“Pretty much.”

“You guys really know how to pick your people,” Cheng Ji said, confused. “Let someone like you give the orders?”

Qi Beisong laughed. He genuinely found it amusing. Yes, how do they pick people? Probably based on whose son or grandson someone is.

Cheng Ji lowered his head. “Let me give you a reminder. This isn’t good. It’s not good for the people around you or for your own growth.”

Qi Beisong was so angry, he almost laughed. Damn, this kid is actually trying to do some ideological work on him.

He asked, “What position do you have to remind me?”

He noticed something was wrong. Cheng Ji’s eyes were dark, and his cheeks had an unnatural flush. It was definitely not from shyness.

“Are you running a fever?” he asked sharply.

“No,” Cheng Ji replied.

Qi Beisong remembered the warm breath that had hit his face when they briefly fought earlier, and a surge of anger rose in him. Damn it, why won’t you admit you’re sick? What do you think I am? No matter what, I wouldn’t make things hard for a sick person.

Cheng Ji said, “You can stay and watch over my mom, but you need to remember to empty her urine bag.”

“What?”

“If it’s over 500 milliliters, you need to empty it. Also, it’s best to turn her every two hours. Thank you.”

Qi Beisong furrowed his brows, about to say something, when he heard someone outside the grove call out, “Is Beisong in there?”

It was the voice of his bodyguard, Lei Jing. Lei Jing had been with him the longest—almost five years. He did everything without hiding it from him, and there was no need to hide anything. Lei Lao, the big boss, was as solid as a mountain.

Qi Beisong did like men, sometimes even in wild, disruptive ways, but he never messed with those close to him.

Brothers were brothers, and playthings were playthings. In the eyes of many, he was just a handsome, spoiled rich kid. But to his friends and subordinates, he was sincere and irreproachable.

He turned his head toward Lei Jing and, from the corner of his eye, saw Cheng Ji suddenly snap out of his daze, darting between a few trees and heading toward the wall of the courtyard.

“Hey!” Qi Beisong yelled.

He had never seen anyone scale a wall so swiftly. The almost three-meter-high wall was like a kite to the guy, who was up and over before Qi Beisong could even react. By the time he tried to climb it himself, Cheng Ji was already long gone.

Lei Jing ran over and asked, “What’s going on?”

Qi Beisong yelled, “Damn, is he a thief or what?”

Cheng Ji, who had just heard that, cursed to himself, You’re the thief, I used to catch thieves.

Qi Beisong didn’t see Cheng Ji trip when his legs gave way as soon as he hit the ground, nor did he see him stagger into the cement wall at the corner, muttering to himself, “Old Lei, too bad, he got away.”

Lei Jing asked, “Who got away?”

“That kid named Cheng,” Qi Beisong jumped down from the wall, brushing the dust off his hands. “Cheng Ji.”

“You ran into him?” Lei Jing asked.

“Yeah.” Qi Beisong looked up.

If this scene had been described according to the original version, he should have been “smiling devilishly, his tall and strong frame radiating a fierce aura, his eyes blazing with a fiery intensity, his tone filled with authority and possessiveness, making Lei Jing feel an unprecedented sense of pressure.”

In reality, he just casually ordered, “I need to head back to the company. You guys keep an eye on his mom, he won’t go far.”

Lei Jing agreed.

After walking a few steps, he heard Qi Beisong add, “Tell Wang Beifeng to empty her urine bag.”

“Huh?”

“If it’s over 500 milliliters, it needs to be emptied,” Qi Beisong said. “Also, tell Wang Beifeng to turn her every two hours.”

“Uh…” Lei Jing hesitated. “Beisong…”

Qi Beisong looked at him and said, “What, have you never taken care of a patient?”