HBWMA -Chapter 138 A Drunken Youth, Yet a Clear Mind

After several rounds of drinking, the atmosphere had fully warmed up. Today’s visit to the Shen residence could be called a perfect occasion where both host and guests enjoyed themselves thoroughly.

Shen Guiling and Shen Qingyu couldn’t hold their liquor and had already passed out early. Shen Zhuang found it rather amusing and turned to instruct Shen Zhi to have them taken away.

Lei Xing and Gu He had been standing guard outside the main hall. Seeing their young masters being helped out, they quickly stepped forward to take over.

Shen Guiling’s cheeks were flushed red, completely asleep, so Lei Xing directly hoisted him onto his back. Shen Qingyu still retained a bit of consciousness, stubbornly refusing to be supported, leaving Gu He no choice but to carefully follow beside him.

“Take good care of them,” Shen Zhi reminded before turning back into the main hall.

Carrying Shen Guiling, Lei Xing hurried all the way, shortening a fifteen-minute journey by a full five minutes before arriving at the Bamboo Garden. After settling Shen Guiling down, he immediately rushed off to the kitchen to prepare a sobering soup.

The midday sunlight was just right. Golden rays spilled from the second-floor balcony, and the soft glow filtered through intricately carved window lattices, casting vivid patterns of light and shadow.

On the bed, the young man’s eyelids trembled slightly. His long lashes, lush as spring grass, slowly lifted, and a faint glimmer flickered in his eyes.

Shen Guiling supported his head and slowly sat up. A trace of redness still lingered at the corners of his eyes. He wasn’t truly drunk—only slightly tipsy. In fact, he was even clearer-headed than usual.

He wasn’t good at drinking, and the headache was real. After sitting on the bed for a while, Shen Guiling noticed that the prize he had won today had somehow been placed by his bedside. The most eye-catching among them was the turquoise bracelet gifted by Su Jingliu. With that kind of quality and material, it would easily be worth close to a million.

The price was secondary. What mattered was that Su Jingliu had taken it off his own wrist—its significance was entirely different.

He had already drawn too much attention at today’s luncheon. What rises too high is bound to break; if he didn’t learn to restrain his sharpness, he would likely attract unwanted attention.

After a moment of silence, Shen Guiling got out of bed, walked into the study, and turned on the computer. After a few casual operations, he sat in the chair, lost in thought.

Ding—

A notification popped up in the lower-right corner—an intercepted message.

Shen Guiling snapped back to focus in an instant, leaning slightly forward.

There were two intercepted messages this time. What stirred a hint of excitement in him was that one of them came from a new ID.

Mr. Bai:

Please forgive my presumptuous contact. The matter is of great importance, and I had no choice.

Someone from the “Dark Tower” has escaped and taken with them an extremely important client list from File No. 49. We had originally located where the stolen data was hidden, but an accident occurred midway, and the data is currently unaccounted for.

This email was unusually long—more detailed than any before. Concerned that alcohol might cloud his judgment, Shen Guiling read it word by word with great care.

Then, something mentioned later in the letter caused his heart to jolt.

While they were away for military training, someone had sent assassins into the school to search for the stolen data. By sheer coincidence, those assassins had run into Jiang Huashan—and were then silenced by Shen Zhuang?

The sender temporarily categorized this incident as an “accident.” However, due to Shen Zhuang’s sensitive identity, they felt compelled to write to this “Mr. Bai” for guidance on what to do next.

Looking at the words “by coincidence” and “accident” in the message, Shen Guiling’s elegant phoenix eyes lifted slightly. Fragments of Jiang Huashan’s usual playful, unruly behavior surfaced in his mind.

Her shouting match with Yao Zilei, stirring trouble with a loudspeaker, and also…

That time—she had called out to Zhou Yanheng before pushing Shen Mianzhi down.

The height of the courtyard wall wasn’t enough to kill someone. If Jiang Huashan had merely intended a prank, why would she warn the person below? Her actions seemed more like deliberately pushing Shen Mianzhi toward Zhou Yanheng.

But what was her motive?

Whether it was revenge or mischief, neither explanation seemed to make sense.

Suddenly, Jiang Huashan’s carefree, defiant smile appeared in his mind again.

“An accident.”

That face strangely overlapped with the word “accident” on the screen—but was it really an accident?

Shen Guiling found himself at a loss. He moved the mouse and opened the other message.

It was from an old acquaintance—Fu Lingnan.

Mr. Bai:

My apologies for writing again, sir! The list has been leaked—someone has already tracked us down through it.

Although it was only a short sentence, every word revealed Fu Lingnan’s panic and urgency.

Shen Guiling’s gaze flickered, and a trace of seriousness appeared on his face.

The contents of the two messages clearly conflicted—one claimed the data’s whereabouts were unknown, while the other said the information had already been leaked.

Could it be that the people contacting “Mr. Bai” didn’t know each other’s identities at all?

Or perhaps they didn’t communicate privately?

The more Shen Guiling thought about it, the more reasonable this explanation seemed. After a brief moment of consideration, he forwarded the intercepted message, then immediately locked onto another new ID.

He was truly curious—who exactly had the capability to brazenly send assassins into Yucai in broad daylight?

Meiyuan.

Shen Qingyu staggered as he stepped into the courtyard, but the haze in his eyes cleared instantly the next second.

Gu He tried to support him, but was brushed off. Left with no choice, he reminded him helplessly, “Young Master, at least go inside first?”

Shen Qingyu turned and walked into the main hall, lazily leaning back against the sofa. After a moment of thought, he took out his phone and made a call.

“It’s me. Keep a close eye on those Yao family stocks from last month—buy as much as you can!”

“…”

Whatever the other party said made Shen Qingyu slightly displeased. “Why so much nonsense? I’m the one watching the market—profits or losses are my responsibility.”

“Experts? What the hell do those experts know!”

“Not enough money? That’s a money problem. Just keep watching the market—I’ve got plenty.”

When Gu He entered the hall with a sobering tea, Shen Qingyu was still muttering irritably.

“Young Master, have some sobering tea.”

After hanging up, Shen Qingyu’s expression was clearly sour.

Seeing this, Gu He stepped forward and handed him the tea. “Young Master, if you need help, why not call the Old Madam? She dotes on you—if you just ask, you wouldn’t need to worry.”

Shen Qingyu took the tea and glanced at him. “My surname is Shen. If I go to my grandmother over something like this, those useless fools from the Gu family will stir trouble again and disturb her peace.”

“Young Master…”

Shen Qingyu cut him off impatiently, his tone firm. “That’s enough! If I go to Grandma for this bit of money, who knows what she’ll think of Grandpa? Shen Yuan is Shen Yuan, Grandpa is Grandpa. No matter what, Grandpa has never treated me unfairly.”

Gu He had watched him grow up and knew his stubborn temperament well—once he decided something, it couldn’t be changed. He could only swallow the rest of his words.

“Young Master, you’ve been watching the Yao family for so long. Wouldn’t it be a pity to give up now?”

After Yao Jun was imprisoned, the Yao family had been desperate to liquidate assets to save him. Nearly half of their holdings were sold far below market value.

But because the situation had been so severe, even with stock prices dropping to historic lows, many still didn’t dare to buy. Shen Qingyu seized the opportunity and used all his available cash to purchase Yao family stocks. However, prices kept falling over the next month, trapping all his capital.

Now that an opportunity had finally appeared, how could he possibly give up so easily?

His thinking was clear—if he had enough capital, he could make as much money as he wanted. But since funds were limited, he could only maximize profits within those constraints.

The young man took a sip of tea and made another call.

“Hello, it’s me. How much usable capital do I still have in my account?”

“…”

“That little? I’m still too poor. Fine—sell those two futures that made me money. Liquidate them and use everything to buy shares in Yao’s semiconductor and smelting power companies. Buy as much as possible.”

“Even if the futures double, I don’t care—sell them all.”

Those few million were nothing compared to the Wuzi copper mine. Once the Yao family signed the contract, ten percent of the mine’s profits would go straight into his pocket. Missing such an opportunity would make him an idiot.

Shen Qingyu looked regretful.

Sigh… your dad is still too poor. If I had just a bit more money, I could be making even more from the world…