If you keep doing this, I won't take my medicine.

The next day, 7:30 AM.

Inside the Beichen Huafu residence, breakfast was prepared a little later than usual, and the air carried a hint of solemnity.

The quiet atmosphere among the family members was occasionally broken by the innocent, childish voice of the little princess.

Yet, it could do nothing to change the fundamental mood.

At the dining table, Chen Tianhong, visibly sleep-deprived and his face full of fatigue, ate in silence while staring at the table.

Apart from the resolute look in his eyes, his mouth and the hand holding the chopsticks moved like a emotionless machine, endlessly repeating the same action.

"Our son asked me to go find that lawyer, Jiang."

The quietness at the table was broken by Su Meiqing. Chen Tianhong slowly raised his gaze.

Looking at his wife's face, which held a trace of worry yet feigned composure, he chewed gently in silence and continued to listen.

Seeing this, Su Meiqing tried to comfort him:

"Don't rush to get angry about this. Our son has grown up and matured; he must have his reasons for doing certain things."

Su Wei had confessed.

After asking Chen Chen what to do over the phone last night, Su Wei had directly confessed everything to Chen Tianhong and his wife.

Complete nonsense!

That was what Chen Tianhong had said at the time, because all the pressure of public opinion was weighing entirely on him and Huang Zhongshan.

Worker protests were essentially internal conflicts, and the higher-ups were unwilling to see the turbulent impact of such events.

Yet, Su Wei had listened to Chen Chen's advice, turning an internal conflict into a social one, and suddenly the fire could no longer be contained.

Overnight, although the matter wasn't known to everyone, it had certainly made an impact in Tianjin.

The relevant authorities directly intervened to mediate, forcing Chen Tianhong to play the obedient grandson before the leaders time and time again.

What made Chen Tianhong feel even worse was that the mastermind behind all this turned out to be his own son.

Given his son's recent changes, coupled with the remarks made by Su Meiqing, Su Wei's older sister, and others after being affected, Chen Tianhong had developed an extra layer of thought.

He had been pondering all this time whether his son was simply being ignorant or perhaps far too clever.

Yesterday afternoon, Gong Yaowu had cursed him out relentlessly before becoming completely unreachable.

The things Chen Chen had said previously, including going along with Su Meiqing to cause a scene, had been subtly influencing his thinking.

At present, Chen Tianhong had no firsthand information on whether the government had managed to contact Gong Yaowu.

He felt utterly lost.

From his perspective, the real estate industry had always been this way, and it hadn't just become like this overnight.

Walking away was impossible; there was nowhere to run. Better to push forward through the darkness, take a gamble, and win the future.

If anything was to blame, it was their own insignificance and lack of capability to secure good projects from state-owned or central enterprises.

Based on this, he had always worried that his son, having spent two years in the United States, thought he had learned advanced models and was now trying to apply them mechanically to China.

"Alright, go and see him then."

Waiting around idly was useless. In his heart, Chen Tianhong actually hoped that his son had truly matured.

After all, being able to persuade Su Wei to join him in making a scene, not to mention his performance at the dinner table, showed a certain level of capability.

Two paths, two solutions.

Chen Tianhong would continue to go to the company to cooperate with government mediation and figure out a solution for the capital chain.

Su Meiqing asked the nanny to come over and look after the little princess before driving her BMW straight to the hotel.

" Lawyer Jiang."

It was a little past nine in the morning when she arrived at the hotel, and Jiang Ziyao and his assistant were already waiting in the lobby.

"My son had me come over, so that means—?"

After meeting up with them, since they had met before, she skipped the pleasantries and went straight to the point.

Jiang Ziyao said:

"Madam, Mr. Chen previously instructed us to do some preliminary work, and this time we need you to act as the plaintiff."

"What is it?"

Su Meiqing asked curiously.

Jiang Ziyao motioned for them to speak outside. Stepping out of the hotel, he handed over a file given by his assistant and said:

"This is the information we've gathered over the past two days. Mr. Chen hopes that you, Madam, can file a lawsuit against Gong Yaowu, the chairman of Banghe Real Estate, for private embezzlement and falsification of financial records..."

Su Meiqing was stunned.

She looked blankly at Jiang Ziyao, who was calm, composed, articulate, and exceptionally earnest.

"Lawyer Jiang, did my son really say that?"

Due to a genuine information gap, or perhaps simply lacking the capacity, Su Meiqing was truly bewildered at the moment.

If she weren't so easily bewildered, her family wouldn't have gone bankrupt in her past life.

Allowing Su Meiqing to handle a small business or manage domestic affairs was fine, but anything too grand was beyond her capabilities.

Having met her before, Jiang Ziyao was not surprised by Su Meiqing's reaction. Pointing at the documents, he patiently explained:

"Madam, only by first filing a lawsuit against Banghe Real Estate with the public security organs can we freeze their assets. This way, no matter what happens, our position as the contractor remains protected."

"Lawyer Jiang, do you also believe he will run away?"

Su Meiqing asked sincerely.

From the very first day her son returned, he had claimed that Gong Yaowu would flee and that their family was not far from bankruptcy.

It is worth mentioning here that when Chen Chen made this statement initially, he prefaced it with: "I had someone run a simulation."

He didn't specify who he had asked to analyze the situation, but such companies, institutions, and professions did indeed exist in the market.

Essentially, it was just risk assessment and avoidance.

Chen Chen said this to avoid arousing suspicion about his identity as a rebirth.

He had planted the seed in advance.

Naturally, Su Meiqing and her husband hadn't believed it at first, but everything that had happened over the past few days had proven that Banghe Mansion was now operating far beyond normal parameters.

As a lawyer bound to look out for his client, Jiang Ziyao didn't find it troublesome and patiently explained:

"Banghe Real Estate currently shows no surface risks, but Bangrun Real Estate has multiple issues, and their financials are unhealthy. I cannot guarantee whether he will run, but the crisis is real."

Whether someone ran away was a matter of character.

Yet, good character did not guarantee good luck.

Even if Gong Yaowu didn't run, a fractured capital chain would still spell a major crisis for Hongye Construction.

So what if the boss of Evergrande was arrested in later years? Could the arrest of a boss ever change the fate of unfinished buildings?

Real estate had already transformed into a financial product; these matters weren't as simple as running a small business.

"Lawyer Jiang, wait a moment."

Lawyers commanded authority everywhere in the world.

Su Meiqing truly panicked, hurriedly taking out her phone and walking off to the side to make a call.

After making two calls, she walked back feigning composure, forced a smile, and said with a hint of urgency:

"Lawyer Jiang, sorry to keep you waiting. I brought my ID and everything else. Is there anything else I need to bring?"

"It would be best to have the shareholder agreement."

"I brought it, I brought it."

Su Meiqing said hastily. Chen Chen had already instructed her via WeChat yesterday on what to bring.

As one of the shareholders of Banghe Real Estate, having a shareholder file the charges with the public security organs would save both time and energy.

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Elsewhere, at the Four Seasons Hotel.

"Ah, sweet comfort~ Ugh, I'm dying..."

They say the early bird catches the worm, but Chen Chen felt that wasn't entirely true; something felt slightly off.

Because the worm had crawled into the bird's mouth all by itself.

Between waking up naturally and being woken by an alarm clock, someone had chosen the method of paying respects to the hereditary vanguard and cloud-riding lieutenant Darahan Doro Beile of the Plain White Banner—in other words, "Time to wake up."

At the exact moment she was awakened by sheer comfort.

At the exact moment she was thoroughly filled.

Gong Bingyan felt completely dizzy and bewildered.

Carried out of the bathroom and resting for a long time, Gong Bingyan finally mustered a little strength to pout petulantly:

"If you do that again, I won't take my medicine!"

Chen Chen hung up the call transferred by the front desk, turned back to look at the beauty whose entire body was flushed white with a rosy tint and whose eyes were hazy:

"Alright, next time I'll let the one on top have it. It's getting late, let's go eat first, and we can talk after we're done."

Around ten o'clock last night, Chen Chen had driven wildly through the rainy night from Beijing back to Tianjin.

The total driving time was just over two hours.

It would have been even faster if it hadn't suddenly started raining.

Although he felt Sister Nan wouldn't investigate, considering Qin Yanan's capability to do so, Chen Chen parked the Panamera outside his own residential complex and took a taxi to the hotel.

With a dining table already reserved, Chen Chen and Gong Bingyan walked into the private room, where the waiter had already prepared breakfast.

"Brother Xun, I'm a little scared."

While eating, Gong Bingyan's face gradually took on a hint of hesitation and unease, her gaze turning toward him with lingering hope.

The stunning beauty, wearing delicately blushed makeup, looked both sexy and adorable amidst her anxiety. Today, she wore tight-fitting jeans and a red, crisscrossed, off-the-shoulder, crop top short-sleeve shirt.

Her perfect waist-to-hip ratio, combined with the towering, rounded peaks of her chest, truly demanded a second look.

And the beauty's allure was heightened by her watery, large eyes—those soul-captivating, autumn-water pupils.

At this moment, her gaze held three parts affection and three parts trepidation. Seeing this, Chen Chen took a bite of cantaloupe to comfort her:

"Don't be afraid. For the sake of our future, I'm counting on you to surprise me when you make it big."

"Alright then."

"With me here, you don't have to be afraid of anything."

Chen Chen coaxed her for a few minutes, looking at the pitifully endearing posture she assumed beneath her sexy exterior.

She truly looked like a perfect, delicate little wife.

Could it be that Gong Bingyan had genuinely fallen in love with him?

In truth, it was merely crocodile tears.

Perhaps little Gong really liked him, but even if so, it was simply a biological instinct.

After all, she was only eighteen years old.

It was completely normal for her to fancy a guy.

In her heart, aside from perhaps being a bit slender, Chen Chen was likely the most perfect man in the world right now.

Yet, a girl who could betray her own uncle for her own interests required no further explanation.

The bustling of the world is all for the sake of profit, after all.

Chen Chen remained exceptionally clear-headed. He didn't dislike Gong Bingyan, nor did he repel her, admire her, or assimilate with her.

Good people had their place, and bad people had their uses; any cat that could help him catch mice was a good cat.

Having already experienced the cold realities of the world, Chen Chen no longer repelled such things; instead, he had learned to embrace them.

Just as Gong Bingyan might one day betray him just as she betrayed Gong Yaowu.

So what?

Chen Chen didn't view her as a wife.

Only a fool plays with a whore while treating her like a pure goddess.

So, what did "bad people have their uses" mean?

It meant that since Gong Bingyan was so pretty, her best friend in South Korea must be equally gorgeous, right?