HBWMA -Chapter 249 Mutual Probing

It was the first time seeing someone talk about having no money with such confidence.

Shen Qingyu couldn’t be bothered to argue with him. He let out a cold laugh and turned to leave.

Shen Lanxi’s expression remained calm. He gave Shen Guiling a slight nod before heading toward the corridor.

After the two of them had gone far away, Lei Xing bent down and quietly reminded, “Young Master, Miss Yu Sheng is still waiting for you at the lakeside pavilion.”

Shen Guiling thought for a moment, then raised his hand and said, “Go tell Miss Yu that my legs are inconvenient, and I might not be able to take proper care of her. Ask her to return to the main hall to rest.”

Understanding immediately, Lei Xing handed over the guarantee letter he had been holding.

Shen Guiling took it without even glancing at it and pushed his wheelchair straight back to Bamboo Garden.

Watching the young man’s retreating figure, Lei Xing seemed to understand something.

So Young Master A-Ling wasn’t interested in Miss Yu at all.

After returning to Bamboo Garden, an aunt in the courtyard immediately handed Shen Guiling a cane, and he used it to walk back to his room.

In truth, his leg had recovered quite well. As early as the trip to Xiangshan for ancestral worship, he was already able to walk. Using a wheelchair now was just for convenience.

Shen Guiling turned on his computer and casually entered a few lines of code. The screen switched back to a black interface.

He glanced at the guarantee letter on the desk, his fingertips idly scrolling the mouse wheel.

Signing such harsh terms—it was too abnormal.

There had to be something fishy behind it.

Lowering his gaze to the keyboard, his mind replayed every transaction code from the account statements. Even as he was still debating whether to meddle, his hands had already begun moving on their own, taking over the keyboard…

Winter Garden.

Shen Lanxi paid a special visit, startling Shen Jiao.

This nephew of hers wasn’t the type to socialize warmly—if he came, it definitely wasn’t without reason.

Although Shen Jiao was mentally prepared, when Shen Lanxi explained his purpose, she still felt as if the sky was collapsing.

“Something like this actually happened?”

Shen Lanxi said, “Aunt, if this matter spreads, it will inevitably invite gossip. Shanshan is rebellious and refuses discipline. If she doesn’t repent and causes a scene before Grandfather, I’m afraid no one will come out of it well.”

Shen Jiao’s expression turned serious. “I understand. Speaking of which, I feel deeply ashamed that you had to be the one to tell me about this. Don’t worry—I treat Shanshan the same as Sui’er. I’ll handle this matter properly.”

“Thank you for your trouble, Aunt.”

With Shen Jiao’s assurance, Shen Lanxi felt at ease. After exchanging a few pleasantries, he stood up to leave.

Fu Sui’er had been hiding in her room, eavesdropping. Only after Shen Lanxi left Winter Garden did she quietly sneak out.

In the main hall, Shen Jiao leaned against the sofa, her brows tightly furrowed, lost in thought.

Fu Sui’er timidly peeked in. “Mom, what’s wrong? Why did Brother Lanxi come? What did he say to you?”

Shen Jiao looked up and pointed at her. “You—come here.”

After being pelted with preserved fruits, Shen Qingyu went home to shower. Now refreshed, he was lounging on the balcony enjoying the sun.

After a flurry of hurried operations, Gu He handed him the still-warm phone.

“Young Master, everyone on the list is here. I’ve already re-added them under Miss Jiang’s name.”

“Let me see.”

“Just chatting,” huh? Who would believe that nonsense?

Shen Qingyu took the phone. Row after row of profile pictures—either heavily edited face shots or poses showing off Adam’s apples and abs. If even the avatars were like this, how clean could the chats be?

He sneered and picked one showing off a waist tattoo.

[Come out and accompany me tonight.]

Sent.

The other side showed “typing” and replied instantly.

[Sis, if you’re going to insult me like this, we might as well delete each other. When we started interacting, we agreed—you have a deeply beloved husband, and I sell talent, not my body. We’re just chatting friends.]

Shen Qingyu: “……”

Just chatting, really?

Not convinced, Shen Qingyu picked another—one covering half his face while flaunting a wristwatch.

[Five million. Come out with me tonight.]

No reply. He was directly blocked.

Shen Qingyu’s expression turned strange. He went down the list harassing them one by one. Unexpectedly, not a single one engaged in flirtatious talk! Either they blocked him or advised “her” not to argue with the eldest brother at home.

For a brief moment, Shen Qingyu felt that they weren’t male models—but role models.

Chrysanthemum Garden.

Jiang Huashan lay sprawled on the bed, her calves swaying happily back and forth in the air.

[Word Mama Ya: The Heavenly King Covers the Earth Tiger]

[Little Brother Lang Gao: The Cat Catches the Mouse]

[Little Brother Lang Gao: Your fault]

[Word Mama Ya: No! Your fault]

[Little Brother Lang Gao: !]

[Little Brother Lang Gao: Sis, it really is you! That was close! Your husband already started investigating!]

Jiang Huashan’s expression turned sour as her fingers flew rapidly across the screen.

[Word Mama Ya: Your husband]

[Little Brother Lang Gao: …]

Jiang Huashan had long anticipated the day she might get exposed. She had set up different coded phrases with more than twenty boy bands. If those three fools wanted to track her down, it wouldn’t be easy anytime soon.

But since she’d already been discovered, she needed to find a way to speed things up.

[Little Brother Lang Gao: Sis, Fang Mei has been coming to Jinggang more and more frequently lately. She even hinted that she’s going to meet a mysterious person soon, and said it won’t be long before she can settle back in Jinggang.]

The words “mysterious person” immediately caught Jiang Huashan’s attention.

Three years ago, Fang Mei had been forced to leave Jinggang. After that, she had tried to visit Jiang Huashan a few times, but was always turned away. Later, she learned her lesson—every time she came, she wouldn’t mention meeting anyone, just leave gifts and leave.

That was Fang Mei’s cleverness. When she left Jinggang, she claimed she couldn’t bear to part with her hometown and wanted to return to recuperate. But every so often, she would come back under the pretense of seeking medical treatment.

The Shen family, with its immense prestige, couldn’t publicly make a scene just to sever ties, so Fang Mei relied on these little tricks to bluff the wealthy ladies around her.

However, there was one thing Jiang Huashan had never figured out—who exactly was funding Fang Mei. According to the information Liang Xu had provided, Fang Mei’s expenses every time she came to Jinggang were substantial. While not as extravagant as the wealthy ladies around her, they still far exceeded what she could afford on her own.

Could it be this mysterious person?

But Fang Mei had already been expelled from the Shen family—so why would someone still be supporting her behind the scenes?

[Little Brother Lang Gao: Sis, I don’t want to get involved in your matters. I just want money. About what we agreed last time—if you give me another ten million, I’ll help you find out who this person is. Still valid, right?]

Jiang Huashan’s eyelid twitched. Even her “cash machines” were rebelling—where was she supposed to scrape together ten million from?

Seeing no reply, Liang Xu kept sending messages.

[Little Brother Lang Gao: Sis, why aren’t you responding? Fang Mei trusts me a lot now. She even agreed to take me along to meet that mysterious big shot this time.]

[Little Brother Lang Gao: Sis?]

Just thinking about raising money gave Jiang Huashan a headache, so she could only stall for time.

[Word Mama Ya: Let’s hold off for now. My husband is investigating me, so I can’t get that much money anytime soon.]

To dispel Liang Xu’s suspicions, Jiang Huashan had deliberately crafted the persona of a wealthy married woman who didn’t lack money.

[Little Brother Lang Gao: Okay. Sis, you’d better hurry.]

[Word Mama Ya: That’s enough. I’ll contact you when I’m ready. Don’t message me normally.]

Jiang Huashan closed the chat window and directly blocked Liang Xu.

This had already become her habit—only when she wanted to contact him would she remove him from the blacklist.

“Ahhh!” Throwing her phone aside, Jiang Huashan hugged a pillow and wailed.

No money, no resources—where was she supposed to scam ten million from?

Meanwhile.

Liang Xu trembled as he handed over his phone. “She… she went offline.”

The dim room was airtight. The faint light from the phone screen cast onto Liang Xu’s face, revealing bruises and swelling; even his right eye was bloodshot.

Someone in the darkness took the phone and glanced at it. “Call her.”

Liang Xu clutched his head, kneeling as he handed it over. “She won’t answer. Over the past three years, she’s used more than fifty different numbers to contact me. We can only wait for her to reach out again.”

Click.

A flame flickered as the man lit a cigarette.

“Take him away.”

Liang Xu was terrified out of his mind, crying and shouting, “I’ve told you everything I know! I really don’t know anything else! I didn’t do anything—please let me go! Ahhh! Wuu…”

There was no mercy here. Liang Xu’s mouth was covered as he was dragged away.

The man stared at the chat records on the phone for a while. After some thought, he stubbed out his cigarette and pulled out his own phone.

“It’s me. Married, wealthy, and influential in Jinggang. Start filtering all the rich married women in Jinggang based on these three conditions.”