HBWMA -Chapter 65 Is There a Problem?

Shen Guiling’s gaze was calm as he read the letter word by word.

It seemed that the Shen family was also aware of the existence of the “49 File,” and even Fu Lingnan was troubled by it. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have risked violating protocol at such a critical moment in the presidential election just to contact this so-called “Mr. Bai.”

Come to think of it, this was the first email he had received since cracking “Mr. Bai’s” mailbox. In the past, all messages had been orders issued by Mr. Bai alone.

Shen Guiling lowered his eyelids, his fingers unconsciously scrolling the mouse wheel as he thought for a moment. Then he made a decision.

He clicked and edited several lines in the email. After confirming everything was correct, he switched data channels and resent the intercepted message.

Now that the Shen family already knew about the existence of the “49 File,” if Shen Zhuang followed the trail, he might soon uncover the existence of “Mr. Bai.”

Based on his observations and understanding over the past year, the Yao family was destined to become a discarded pawn.

Shen Guiling closed his laptop and pushed open the glass door leading to the balcony.

Night had fallen, and countless stars seemed to hang just within reach.

His expression was calm as he picked up a watering can and watered the plants on the shelf. The evening breeze stirred the air, and a delicate peony sprouted a fresh new bud.

Fu family.

Fu Lingnan sat at his desk with his eyes closed in rest, absently rubbing a pipe in his hand. The blue light from the computer screen flickered on and off, casting a faintly eerie glow across his face.

Ding—!

The email notification rang out like a thunderclap in the silent room.

Fu Lingnan suddenly opened his eyes, staring fixedly at the screen.

“Mr. Bai” had replied.

He opened the email, his gaze cold and sharp. After reading it several times to ensure he hadn’t missed any important detail, he deleted it completely.

After a moment of thought, he called Yao Jun.

At this moment, Yao Jun was in a complete state of chaos. Seeing Fu Lingnan’s call was like grabbing a lifeline.

“Old Fu, this situation has blown up. I heard the supervisory bureau already has plenty of evidence, and the High Court will open the case in a few days. What should we do?”

Fu Lingnan remained composed, his expression indifferent.

“Yao San, this matter is already set in stone. Don’t worry, I’ll make a call to the supervisory bureau. You can treat it like a vacation. But there’s one thing you must understand—without us, from start to finish, it’s only you.”

Yao Jun froze, then suddenly flew into a rage.

“Cutting me off? You want me to take the fall alone?! You old bastard, don’t even think about it! The Golden Mountain case was entirely masterminded by you, even the sales contracts bear your signature. You think you can wash your hands of it? No chance! And don’t say I didn’t warn you—if I go down, none of you are getting away clean.”

Fu Lingnan found him noisy and moved the phone slightly away.

“Young man, you need a broader perspective. This is the modern era. The Yao family is the Yao family, and you are you. Even if you go to prison, the Yao family’s foundation will remain, and you still have allies like us. Your time inside won’t be too hard. But if you choose mutual destruction, then the ones suffering won’t be just you.”

“…”

People who reach this level are never fools. Yao Jun fell silent for a moment, then suppressed his anger and asked, “Is this your idea… or Mr. Bai’s?”

Fu Lingnan replied calmly, “Does it matter? A lizard cutting off its tail is the most basic rule of survival in this circle. When we all joined forces to board Mr. Bai’s ship, we should have been prepared for this outcome. Blame yourself for being careless and getting caught. Cooperate, and everyone can still play the game. Refuse, and the Yao family is out.”

Yao Jun: “……”

Two days before Jiang Huashan’s trip to Xiangying, a major incident shook A-country politics—Yao Jun was officially arrested.

For someone of Yao Jun’s status, the High Court would not have issued an arrest on mere suspicion alone, which meant the charges were essentially confirmed.

The news triggered a massive public uproar across A-country. Faced with overwhelming pressure, the Yao family did not dare step outside, living in constant fear.

After watching the political news, Fu Sui’er immediately ran to Qinyuan to find Jiang Huashan. However, the two barely interacted. Jiang Huashan continued sunbathing in the flower hall with the “little turtle,” while Fu Sui’er dragged a chair over and sat motionless, resting her chin in her hands as she observed her.

The old master passed by the flower hall several times, each time completely confused. When he asked Shen Zhi about it, Shen Zhi also shook his head, saying he didn’t understand either.

The next day.

“Jiang Huashan! Jiang Huashan!”

The old master was pruning branches under the corridor when his hand slipped. With a crack, a main branch was cut off.

“Jiang Huashan!!!” Fu Sui’er shouted at the top of her lungs, rushing into Qin Garden like a whirlwind.

Jiang Huashan was lying under the flower rack, sunbathing, half-asleep—until she was suddenly jolted awake.

She rubbed her ear, patted the turtle that had also been startled awake, and muttered, “Damn…”

Before she could finish, Fu Sui’er threw her arms around her in excitement.

“They caught up! They really caught up!”

After the incident with Yao Jun, the public in Country A had developed a strong resistance toward wealthy aristocratic capital. At this moment, Yu Siwen’s grassroots background stood out sharply, and his approval rating had been skyrocketing over the past two days.

No one could understand how Fu Sui’er felt right now.

It was like being forced onto a tightrope without a single day of practice—she could only move forward, but was terrified that one wrong step would send her into ruin.

Fu Sui’er trembled all over, her voice breaking as she sobbed, “I was so scared… I was really so scared… sob sob sob…”

After a brief pause, Jiang Huashan stiffly raised her arm and gently patted her head with a soft sigh.

“Don’t worry. It’ll still go up.”

She’s hugging her?

Old Master Shen had just been regretting accidentally cutting such a good branch when he turned around and saw Fu Sui’er bury herself in Jiang Huashan’s arms. His eyes lit up instantly, and he couldn’t help but smile from ear to ear.

Good, good—that’s exactly how it should be.

He dropped the pruning shears and quietly hid behind a pillar in the courtyard to observe.

“What’s going up?”

The old master couldn’t decipher the children’s cryptic conversation and turned to ask Shen Zhi.

Shen Zhi felt a little embarrassed. He still didn’t understand either.

The third day — departure for Xiaying.

Shen Jiao had prepared a whole cart of luggage in advance and kept nagging Fu Sui’er nonstop, so much that even Shen Rang beside them couldn’t stand it anymore.

“Alright, alright. I think she’s already grown up enough. You should say less.”

Shen Jiao shot him a glare and pulled Fu Sui’er’s hand again.

“When you get there, remember to call Mom. If you can’t get used to it, tell Aunt Feng—she’ll arrange things for you. Xiaying isn’t like Lian City. If you suffer any grievances, don’t keep them to yourself. Mom—”

Fu Sui’er seemed distracted, constantly staring toward the main gate.

Shen Jiao had no choice but to turn to Shen Rang.

“Didn’t we agree to leave at nine? Why isn’t the younger one out yet?”

Shen Rang checked the time.

“I’ll go take a look.”

“Hey, hey, hey!” Fu Sui’er rushed forward and grabbed Shen Rang.

“Uncle, don’t go. Jiang Huashan will come out when she’s ready.”

“Hey!” Shen Rang was caught off guard and almost had a wardrobe malfunction. He quickly pulled up his pants, his face darkening.

“Let go!”

Fu Sui’er shook her head.

“No. Don’t go. Jiang Huashan is also going out for the first time. Can’t you let her properly say goodbye to Grandpa? Even I, a kid, can wait—what are you rushing for?”

“Wait—what?” Shen Rang was stunned. He looked at Shen Jiao, then at the suddenly fiery little girl in front of him.

“You grabbed your uncle’s pants because of Jiang Huashan?”

Fu Sui’er nodded.

“Yeah. Is there a problem?”