HBWMA -Chapter 60 Shen Qingyu

In the end, Shen Zhuang decided that three days later, his fourth son, Shen Rang, would personally escort Jiang Huashan and Fu Sui’er to Xiangying.

After the day’s chaos, Shen Zhuang was also exhausted. He gave a few brief instructions before heading back to rest with Shen Guiling. Considering it was getting late and traveling mountain roads at night was inconvenient, he specifically instructed everyone to stay the night at the estate.

Once the old master left, the Shen family dispersed in small groups. Shen Qian’s political career was not going smoothly and he was also in a poor state, so after exchanging a few polite words, he returned to rest as well.

Shen Yuan was still trying to figure out what the old master’s expression from earlier meant when Shen E walked over and patted his shoulder.

“Second Brother, did you see that?”

Shen Yuan removed his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose. “See what?”

Shen E looked slightly exasperated. “Second Brother! Why don’t you ever take what I say seriously? Didn’t you notice? The old master is clearly treating A-Ling differently now. That’s why I’ve been saying children raised close to you are naturally closer. Don’t say I didn’t warn you—you’ll regret it too late.”

Shen Yuan paused slightly at his fingertips, then casually put his glasses back on. “Enough. You don’t need to worry about this.”

“Hey!” Shen E was still about to continue, but Xiao Qi pulled her back and shook his head without a word.

Shen Che and Shen Rang left the main hall and headed toward the Winter Garden. With something this big happening, they couldn’t help but feel uneasy without checking.

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On the other side, Shen Guiling had just been escorted back to the Bamboo Garden by Shen Zhi when Zhao Ping came forward.

Seeing Zhao Ping hesitate to speak, Shen Guiling understood immediately and asked gently, “What is it?”

“Master A-Ling, the sir wants to see you,” Zhao Ping said.

Since they were all under the same roof, if Shen Qian truly wanted to see him, he could have come himself. Sending Zhao Ping clearly meant he didn’t want others to know.

Shen Guiling showed no reaction. “Where is he?”

“Ju Garden,” Zhao Ping said, pointing to the side.

Shen Guiling’s eyes flickered slightly. He nodded and turned to leave the Bamboo Garden again.

The Chrysanthemum Garden was maintained daily, but it was locked at night. When Shen Guiling reached the gate, he found the lock had already been opened.

He paused for a moment, then slowly pushed the door open.

Although night had fallen, moonlight still lingered. Vines and roses drooped and bloomed in abundance, and the flower-filled courtyard and embroidered pavilion looked like a fairy-tale castle.

A summer breeze passed through, carrying the scent of flowers.

A figure stood in the courtyard, clearly having waited for a long time.

“A-Ling.” Shen Qian stepped out from the shadows.

Shen Guiling walked forward. “Dad.”

Shen Qian patted his shoulder, his eyes carrying faint approval. “Not bad. You did well.”

He had seen everything in the main hall earlier. The old master clearly trusted Shen Guiling more now.

Shen Guiling smiled slightly. “I didn’t really do anything. It’s just that Grandfather is kind.”

Shen Qian didn’t comment, only asked calmly, “I heard that you were also present when the Fu family caused trouble at Qinyuan today?”

Shen Guiling nodded. “I just happened to go see the old master for advice. It was coincidence.”

Zhao Ping had already told Shen Qian everything. He didn’t care about such minor details and went straight to the point.

“A-Ling, what exactly did the Fu family do to anger the old master?”

This matter could be hidden from others, but not from Shen Qian. The old master had always been clear in rewards and punishments. If the Fu family had only caused trouble at the Shen estate, Fu Jiaming would not have had his leg broken. There must have been something deeper that Shen Zhuang was concealing.

Shen Guiling did not hesitate. After glancing around, he lowered his voice.

“Dad, the real mastermind behind the Jinshan land sale case wasn’t the Yao family—it was the Fu family.”

Shen Qian froze. Even someone who had weathered countless storms was still shocked by the news.

“You can’t just say something like that lightly. Who said this? Do you have evidence? And the old master believed it?”

Shen Guiling thought for a moment, then explained how Jiang Huashan had overheard the conversation while hiding behind the tea cabinet.

Shen Qian’s expression turned grave. He murmured to himself, “File 49?”

Just like everyone else, Shen Qian did not doubt Jiang Huashan. She was only a child—she couldn’t have fabricated something like this. So it must have been the Fu father and son who let something slip.

At the same time, Taile Club.

A group of boys were laughing and joking, arms slung around each other’s shoulders. Service staff and caddies passing by all kept to the walls from a distance, afraid of blocking the young masters’ way.

Among them, the most eye-catching was the boy at the center. He was tall, with short tousled hair, and a pigeon-blood red diamond earring in his left ear.

He was looking down at his phone, walking lazily, but everyone around him subtly matched his pace.

“A-Yu.” A baby-faced boy bumped his arm.

The boy looked up, revealing an overly handsome face. His narrow phoenix eyes were sharp and unruly, carrying a mocking, indifferent air—clearly the type who played with everything but took nothing seriously.

The baby-faced boy pointed toward a glass court not far away. “Look over there.”

Shen Qingyu lifted his eyelids slightly, a hint of interest flashing in his eyes. “Let’s go take a look.”

On the court.

Yao Zhilei was teaching a girl how to hold a racket. The girl was clearly resistant, but couldn’t break free from him. After several tugs and pulls, Yao Zhilei grew bolder, placing his hand on her butt and pushing her forward, while still maintaining a serious expression.

“Hey! That’s it! Thrust your hips!”

A crowd had gathered to watch. Ignoring the girl’s near-tears expression, they jeered and hooted.

One boy in designer clothes picked up an empty bottle and threw it toward Yao Zhilei. “Young Master Yao is so considerate—teach us too!”

Yao Zhilei laughed and cursed, “Get lost, don’t get in the way.”

The girl trapped in his grip finally couldn’t take it anymore and pushed him away. “Thank you, I… I don’t want to learn anymore.”

Yao Zhilei’s face immediately darkened. The crowd laughed even louder at his reaction.

The girl panicked instantly, not knowing what to do, subconsciously trying to run.

Yao Zhilei grabbed her wrist and yanked her back, his expression cold. “Damn it! Who do you think you are? I’m teaching you and you still dare not learn?”

The boy who had thrown the bottle added fuel to the fire, mocking, “Young Master Yao, be patient~ don’t scare our campus beauty. Hey, Qingwen, just go along with it. This guy has a bad temper.”

Qingwen’s face went pale, tears almost falling.

Yao Zhilei roughly pulled her into his arms again, guiding her hands to swing the racket—but at the moment of the swing, he deliberately lifted her skirt.

Qingwen screamed in shock and instinctively let go. The racket flew out and snapped on impact.

Yao Zhilei frowned, displeased. “What’s going on? Do you know how much this racket costs?”

Qingwen was both angry and wronged, but didn’t dare resist. She stood up and explained softly, “I didn’t mean it.”

Yao Zhilei shrugged. “Fine. Half of it then. 150,000.”

Qingwen froze. “How is it that expensive?”

As soon as she said that, the whole group burst into laughter.

Someone mocked, “Young Master Yao, she says you’re scamming her.”

Yao Zhilei laughed in anger. “Want to get it appraised? Little sister? I can teach you how to verify it…”

As he spoke, he reached out again, preparing to drag her.

Whoosh—

At that moment, a sharp sound cut through the air.

A lime-colored tennis ball struck Yao Zhilei squarely in the back of the head. His brain seemed to short-circuit, and he collapsed to the ground.

Everything happened too suddenly. No one nearby even reacted in time.

After a moment, Yao Zhilei clutched the swelling bump on his head and roared furiously, “Who the hell was that?!”

“Your father.”

A group of people walked in uninvited. The one leading them was a boy holding a tennis racket, smiling arrogantly and recklessly.