Wang Zhuo’s actions were, in Qin Xue’s eyes, nothing short of utter folly.

【Yezi】【Youyou】 Although Wang Zhuo and Qin Jingzhong were friends across generations, in Qin Xue’s view, Wang Zhuo was undeniably a junior.

Even though this junior was greatly appreciated by Elder Qin, his willful and reckless nature was a huge headache for Qin Xue.

Qin Xue had certainly heard the rumors circulating that Wang Zhuo was to become his future son-in-law, but he only laughed it off.

Let fate decide; fortune favors the bold.

Qin Xue had only one treasure of a daughter and had no desire to see her become a sacrifice to a political marriage.

There were plenty of good men out there; he wasn’t worried about Qin Sijing becoming overly fond of Wang Zhuo.

As for Wang Zhuo’s romantic escapades, Qin Xue chose to remain willfully ignorant.

He believed Wang Zhuo wouldn't be so desperate as to make a move on Qin Sijing.

But was Wang Zhuo truly too afraid to target Qin Sijing, as Qin Xue assumed?

Only Heaven knew the answer to that.

Regarding the mysterious item Wang Zhuo mentioned, something capable of making the Ma family vanish to the other side of the earth, Qin Xue held a degree of anticipation.

A friend of a friend is not necessarily my friend.

Despite the intricate and complicated ties between the Ma family and the Kong family, Qin Xue had no affection for the Ma family, viewing them as a veritable cancer.

Both were prominent "red families," both were "officials and businessmen," yet the difference between them was vast.

The Ma family was one of the few families that simply grated on Qin Xue’s nerves, and given their differing paths, there was virtually no chance of future cooperation.

This was why Qin Xue readily dispatched his second secretary, Xiao Wanjun, to procure the item Wang Zhuo spoke of as quickly as possible.

Upon receiving his superior’s instruction, Xiao Wanjun immediately called Wang Zhuo.

At that very moment, the Ma family had also received word that Wang Zhuo’s phone was back online.

Just as Wang Zhuo had predicted, they were using special means to monitor his communications.

However, before Qin Xue had made his stance known, the Ma family had no intention of contacting Wang Zhuo directly, preferring to hold their position.

“Wetland Villa, is it?

I’ll be there in ten minutes.” Hanging up the call, Xiao Wanjun gave a wry smile as he set off, gaining yet another profound realization of Wang Zhuo’s capacity to stir up trouble.

Ma Qiang, after all, was a scion of a red family, one relatively valued and entrusted with the family’s future, yet Wang Zhuo had beaten him into a pulp.

To think that only a single night had passed, and Wang Zhuo claimed to possess something capable of toppling the Ma family—it truly made one eager to see.

WW.YZUU.com When he arrived at the Wetland Villa and saw what Wang Zhuo handed him, he was genuinely shocked, forcing him to re-examine Wang Zhuo.

He spoke gravely, “Give me five minutes.” A tablet computer was the perfect tool for skimming files.

Xiao Wanjun sat opposite Wang Zhuo and spent five minutes quickly reviewing the materials Siyuan had compiled.

The more he read, the more alarmed he became; the more unbelievable it seemed.

Through what channel had Wang Zhuo obtained this information?

“How did you get this stuff?” he asked, looking up in confusion.

“Siyuan collected it all night yesterday,” Wang Zhuo chuckled, not hiding anything.

“Sijing also knows Siyuan is a computer expert.

She spent the entire night hacking into the Ma family’s corporate network to get this.” After a pause, he added, “Siyuan is asleep now.

When she wakes up, she can pull even more detailed information.” Xiao Wanjun, having been the second secretary to a Standing Committee member, was a well-traveled and experienced man.

Yet, when he heard Wang Zhuo’s words, he still froze for a moment.

He had met Siyuan; she was just a young girl who hadn't quite blossomed.

To think such a young girl could amass such critical intelligence in just one night was simply too incredible.

After a long silence, he finally let out a bitter laugh.

“The Ma family—they let such vital information be obtained so easily?

I really don’t know what to say about them.” He desperately wanted to shake the file to emphasize his awe, but he only had an eleven-inch tablet computer in his hands.

He could only offer a wry smile and give up.

“It’s time to state my position,” Wang Zhuo said with a faint smile.

“My stance is that this matter ends here.

From now on, we’ll mind our own business.

If the Ma family disagrees, I don’t mind discussing it with them face-to-face.” Xiao Wanjun slowly nodded.

Unbeknownst to him, Wang Zhuo had grown to a level where he could negotiate with a major red family.

Although there was an element of borrowing the Qin family’s influence—a case of the fox borrowing the tiger’s might—Xiao Wanjun believed that relying solely on Wang Zhuo’s personal capabilities, he still possessed the capacity to bring the Ma family down with him if necessary.

This alone was enough to inspire his deep admiration.

“I’ll be leaving now,” he said, shutting off the tablet and picking it up.

“I will relay your position accurately to Elder Qin.

Wait for his reply.” Wang Zhuo cheerfully stood up to see him out.

As they passed through the living room, Xiao Wanjun saw Ning Yao sitting on the sofa.

His gaze paused only briefly before he walked out with a steady gait.

Xiao Wanjun masked his expression expertly, but Wang Zhuo caught a trace of hidden admiration.

After seeing him into the car, Wang Zhuo slowly walked back, carefully analyzing the hidden meaning in the demeanor of Jiangzhou’s Second Secretary.

He shook his head silently and smiled.

It seemed that men focused solely on their careers truly had to forsake all sentiment and desire.

Back in the living room, Ning Yao hurried over, asking softly, “Is that person Elder Qin’s secretary?” “The Second Secretary,” Wang Zhuo nodded with a smile.

“It seems Qin Xue and the Ma family are content with just keeping the peace for now.

There’s a good show coming up.” “You just call him Qin Xue?” Ning Yao was slightly surprised that Wang Zhuo didn't use a respectful term like ‘Secretary Qin’ or ‘Elder Qin’ in private conversation.

“His dad and I are good friends,” Wang Zhuo declared with a cocky laugh.

“If I got that title from Old Man Qin, isn’t it natural for me to call him Qin Xue?” Ning Yao was speechless.

Such exaggerated logic could only come from the man in front of her.

“Where are the others?

What are they all doing?” Wang Zhuo scanned the empty living room, asking curiously.

“They’re swimming upstairs,” Ning Yao replied with a wry shrug.

“She even invited me to join, but unfortunately, I didn’t bring a swimsuit.” “A swimsuit is hardly a problem!” Wang Zhuo slapped his palm with his fist.

“Wang Zhengdao has several new ones.

Follow me!” When Ma Qiang’s father, mother, uncles, aunts, brothers, and sisters rushed to the hospital to visit their injured kin, Wang Zhuo was frolicking with a bevy of beauties in his private villa pool.

Seeing Young Master Ma beaten into a pulp, his relatives were indignant and buzzed with suggestions.

Someone was about to call and confront Wang Zhuo, but they were stopped by those who already knew the situation.

While Wang Zhuo was sunbathing, Qin Xue had already conferred with Qin Jingzhong and worked out a counter-strategy.

By noon, Film Queen Ning displayed her culinary skills, treating the women in the pool to a feast.

When Guan Yingying asked, she learned that Ning Yao’s hobby was cooking—no wonder she could produce such fantastic food.

“It’s just a little worse than what they make in restaurants,” Ning Yao murmured self-deprecatingly.

“You’re wrong about that,” Wang Zhuo pointed at her.

“Restaurant food is piled high with additives.

What you make, while perhaps slightly less flavorful, is something we can eat with absolute peace of mind.” The women immediately chimed in, especially the young girl Meng Shengchan, who proved her delight with the lavish spread through enthusiastic eating.

Ning Yao was instantly encouraged.

Wang Zhuo’s sharp commentary elevated her cooking to a height she had never reached before.

Good food requires good diners; Wang Zhuo’s single statement of fairness was enough for her to consider him a kindred spirit.

While they were enjoying their feast and swimsuit party, the members of the Ma family on the other side had just received a directive from the family’s foremost authority: drop the matter concerning Ma Qiang immediately, cancel all actions and preparations against Wang Zhuo.

The group wanted to ask why, but they sensed the situation was far more severe than they imagined.

They were also ordered to rush to the airport immediately; arrangements were already being made for their tickets back to Beijing at the earliest possible moment.

“But Ma Qiang, he—” Ma Qiang’s father tried to argue.

“If traveling by plane poses a life threat, send him back by car,” With that chilling final remark, the Minister’s wife hung up with a decisive click.

As Ma Qiang was being wheeled onto the plane by Ma Yong, he desperately wanted to turn back and call out to Jiangzhou, “I, the Big Bad Wolf, will be back!” Unfortunately, his face was bandaged like a mummy, rendering him unable to speak.

The flight bound for Beijing ascended, quickly becoming a small dot outside their view.

At this moment, Qin Sijing called Wang Zhuo.

“My dad said the Ma family members have boarded the latest flight back to Beijing.

Ma Qiang will be grounded for a period, and as long as you remain in Jiangzhou, he will never set foot here again!” “Oh.

And what did the Ma family have to say about this?” Wang Zhuo raised an eyebrow.

Qin Sijing giggled, “They hope you’ll pretend nothing ever happened.” “I hope so too,” Wang Zhuo replied thoughtfully.

“Let’s observe for a while longer.

Thank your father for me.” “My dad invited you to come over for a visit when you have time,” Qin Sijing added.

“Also, Auntie Zhang is a fan of Ning Yao.

She said if you can get an autographed photo from Ning Yao for her, she’ll specially prepare a great dish for you next time.” Wang Zhuo let out a dry chuckle.

Auntie Zhang, the Qin family’s cook—how did she get wind of this?

It was likely Qin Sijing’s doing.

He figured Auntie Zhang only knew he knew Ning Yao and was completely unaware of the Ma family affair.

After hanging up, the women gathered around, listening intently, bombarded Wang Zhuo with questions, which he answered one by one.

They realized the crisis was averted.

Ning Yao finally understood that Wang Zhuo’s connection to the Qin family was much closer than she had imagined; not only were Elder Qin’s secretary and daughter friendly with Wang Zhuo, but even the cook was involved.

“I’ll take Sheng Nan and Sheng Jie back to school,” Guan Yingying called out to Wang Zhuo, “and then I’ll head back to the company; I have an important meeting this afternoon.” Wang Zhuo agreed while considering whether he should return to school as well.

“We should go back too; training can’t stop for too long,” An Qi also bid farewell to Wang Zhuo with her sister.

An Qi was a little reluctant to leave; life involving the villa, the pool, and sunbathing was simply too pleasant.

“You all take the Jaguar for now,” Wang Zhuo said naturally.

“Jing Yun Quan will bring the transfer papers over later; you can return the car after the paperwork is done.” An Qi didn’t know that this luxury Jaguar, worth two million, had already been gifted by its owner to his sister.

Ostensibly, Wang Zhuo was merely lending it temporarily, but in reality, he wouldn't be taking it back after the formalities were complete.

“You stay here for a couple of days,” Wang Zhuo turned to Ning Yao.

“It’s not too late to leave once everything is completely clear.” Ning Yao considered it and agreed.

The trouble had temporarily subsided, and she still felt shaken.

Staying quietly here would be a good thing.

Once everyone else had left, only Wang Zhuo, Ning Yao, and the still sleeping Siyuan remained in the villa.

Returning to the pool area upstairs, Ning Yao tightly wrapped her graceful figure in a large bath towel and asked softly, “Wang Zhuo, do you really think the Ma family will let this go so easily?” “The Ma family definitely will,” Wang Zhuo replied calmly.

“As for Ma Qiang himself, I think we’ll need more time to observe him.” (To be continued) If you are still craving more, check out the latest chapter updates from other popular novels!

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