Chapter Nine: Wu Jinyong’s Scheme

Xu Ye, his heart stirred with emotion, hurried back to his family’s villa as fast as he could. After being apart for so long, he missed his parents terribly.

But the moment he stepped inside, he was met with the harsh sound of violent coughing and a sharp, biting voice.

“Madam, you see? I told you he has tuberculosis. You’d better be careful not to catch it from him.”

“Wait a minute, what’s this? Isn’t this the watch the master lost?”

“Ah, no wonder the master couldn’t find it after searching for so long. Turns out there’s a thief in the house!”

Hearing these words, a surge of rage instantly ignited in Xu Ye’s chest.

After more than six years, he had almost forgotten such an important matter.

Xu Ruowei’s mother had framed the butler and driven him away, then introduced her own elder brother into the household.

But that was only the beginning. Over the next year or so, similar incidents kept occurring repeatedly.

From bodyguards and nannies to drivers and chefs, one by one, all were replaced by people connected to Xu Ruowei’s parents.

Wasn’t this sheer stupidity?

Yet at the time, Xu Ye was such a fool—never once considering the consequences. On the contrary, he actively helped and cooperated with them to accomplish this.

Now looking back, he was not just a fool in his past life—he was a colossal idiot!

It was clear that Wu Jinrong and the others were already setting the stage, plotting to overthrow the Tiangang family and seize their estate!

Even the group’s side, with Xu Ruowei’s father apparently acting as well—how despicable. They were a bunch of insatiable parasites.

This time around, he vowed to uproot every last one of these beasts. Not a single one would escape!

“Cough… Madam, it’s not me, I didn’t… cough, cough…”

“What do you mean ‘didn’t’? The evidence is right there. Liu Fu, do you still want to deny it?”

“Madam, look, this is the watch master lost before… Please be careful, Madam, wear your mask.”

In the butler Liu Fu’s room, Wu Jinrong held a watch carefully wrapped in a cloth, cautiously presenting it before Madam Xu.

Under the light, the diamond-studded watch sparkled brilliantly. It was the very limited-edition Patek Philippe worth nearly six million yuan that Xu Zhongrui had lost.

“Liu Fu, after all these years serving the Xu family, not reporting a tuberculosis diagnosis would be bad enough, but to do something like this—how can you face Madam? How can you face Master? How can you face the Xu family?!”

Wu Jinrong wore a mask and a nanny’s uniform, yet acted as if she were the true mistress of the house, her expression haughty and arrogant.

On the other side, Liu Fu, nearing fifty, was already so anxious tears welled up in his eyes.

He had worked diligently and conscientiously for over twenty years at the Xu household, swearing on his life that he had never done anything to betray the family.

How could it be possible?

Master lost the watch ten days ago—how could it inexplicably appear in his own inner jacket pocket?

He wanted to explain, but at that moment, it felt as if he really had tuberculosis. Apart from coughing, he couldn’t utter a single word.

But that only made it more unjust. He did not have tuberculosis—not at all!

“Madam, I didn’t… cough, cough… I didn’t… *pfft*…”

The more he tried to explain, the more panicked he became. The worse he coughed, until finally he couldn’t hold back and spat a mouthful of blood.

“My goodness, he’s coughing up blood. Madam, we can’t stay in this room. We should get him out of here immediately!”

Seeing Liu Fu cough up blood, a gleam of satisfaction flickered in Wu Jinrong’s eyes, though she quickly masked it with a look of alarm and hastily pulled Madam Xu out of the room.

“Madam, Liu Fu not only stole Master’s watch but also has tuberculosis. What do you think we should do now?”

“Should we call the police right away?”

Outside the room, Wu Jinrong spoke to Xu Ye’s mother, Liang Qiuxue.

Liang Qiuxue was forty-five but looked no older than thirty. Tall and slender, though masked, her innate poise and grace were unmistakable—she must have been a top beauty in her youth.

As the mistress of the Jiangzhou Xu family and vice-chairwoman of the Xu Group board, she exuded an invisible aura of strength and dominance.

At that moment, her brow furrowed deeply, clearly contemplating the situation before her.

As the lady of the Jiangzhou Xu family and former eldest daughter of the Liang clan, Liang Qiuxue was no mere ornament. Her intelligence was not something ordinary.

Because of this, she judged everything carefully and would never simply believe what she heard or saw.

Liu Fu had served the Xu family for over twenty years, and his character was unquestionable; both she and her husband trusted him deeply.

But the watch was indeed found in his coat pocket, witnessed by many—there was no way to fake that.

And most importantly, his coughing problem…

“I think we should take Uncle Fu to the hospital first, then call the police to handle this.”

At that moment, a voice suddenly rang out.

Xu Ye strode up to the second floor. The instant he saw his mother, his nose tingled and his eyes instantly welled with tears.

Memories from his past life washed over him like a tide—he had watched helplessly as his parents were crushed inside a mangled car, covered in blood, unable to utter a word.

At that time, they must have desperately wanted to live, to tell him with their own mouths that the woman he liked... was truly no good match.

But it was more than that.

She wasn’t human—she was venomous, a wicked woman!

“Xiao Ye, you’re back?”

“Forget it, you should go back to your room first. Don’t get involved with Uncle Fu’s matters.”

Liang Qiuxue looked at Xu Ye, sensing that her son seemed different somehow.

But in the blink of an eye, she dismissed it as an illusion.

To be honest, this son of hers never made things easy.

“Mom, whether it’s tuberculosis or the theft of Dad’s watch, these are serious matters. Now that I know, I naturally have to get involved.”

“I see Uncle Fu is coughing up blood. We should call an ambulance first, then report the theft to the police.”

“Xiao Ye, did Ruowei come back with you?”

Wu Jinrong was not at all bothered by Xu Ye’s interference; in fact, this was exactly what she wanted.

After all, what was Xu Ye?

He was nothing more than a loyal dog raised by her daughter—when told to kneel, he would kneel; when told to crawl, he would crawl.

In other words, if her daughter ordered him to eat dirt, he wouldn’t dare utter a single “no.”

Under such circumstances, he naturally stood on her side. What truth, illness, or police reports?

None of that mattered—when his future mother-in-law said he had problems, how could this fool dare claim otherwise?