"Thinking of the old man," Yun Shunan lightly tapped Mu Qi's nose with helplessness.
"Why are you thinking of him?" Mu Qi frowned. He disliked anyone other than himself stealing Yun Shunan's attention.
Yun Shunan didn't offer a detailed explanation, merely smiled.
"Can we go see him together sometime?"
Mu Qi readily agreed without hesitation. He wasn't agreeing to Yun Shunan seeing the old man, but solely to the word "together."
Seeing this, Yun Shunan thought she had appeased Mu Qi. She reached out and stroked his head again, her gaze returning to the small hole in the mountain pavilion.
She never imagined that one day she would be so engrossed in eavesdropping.
"Elder Mr. Yao, if you proceed like this, by one p.m., the mansion's big screen will be broadcasting photos of your granddaughter exposing herself. Of course, more explicit videos will also be featured!"
Zuo Nan, propped up by his frail body, his gaze sharp, looked up at Elder Mr. Yao.
Elder Mr. Yao, with a barely perceptible glance at Yao Zhen before him, immediately refused without hesitation: "Very well, if that's the case, I will first have the mansion cleared." Elder Mr. Yao blew gently on his teacup on the table, his expression calm.
Upon hearing Elder Mr. Yao's words, a flicker of hope ignited in Zuo Nan's eyes: "There are still six minutes until one p.m. If Elder Mr. Yao clears the venue now, it will likely be too late. However, if Elder Mr. Yao can fulfill my request, I can have them stop immediately."
Zuo Nan's tone became unusually cheerful, revealing his得意.
"Then, if that's the case..." Elder Mr. Yao playfully drew out the suspense. He had navigated the official circles for so many years and naturally knew how agonizing it was to give someone hope only to snatch it away.
Zuo Nan vigorously rubbed his index finger and thumb together, his eyes fixed expectantly on Elder Mr. Yao.
"Perhaps you should proceed with your original plan," Elder Mr. Yao took a sip of tea and then placed the teacup back on the table with a *bang*.
Zuo Nan's expression instantly soured. Wasn't Elder Mr. Yao extremely fond of his granddaughter, Yao Zhen? Why would he act this way? Why would he disregard his own granddaughter's reputation?
Zuo Nan couldn't comprehend it, becoming increasingly agitated. This agitation caused a gush of blood to well up in his throat. Zuo Nan laboriously raised a hand to wipe away the blood.
Meanwhile, Yao Zhen beside him was crying even more intensely. However, Zuo Nan, oblivious, patiently wiped the blood oozing from his lips. He harbored no pity. If he couldn't obtain what he desired, then he would destroy Yao Zhen.
Elder Mr. Yao, on the other hand, watched Yao Zhen sob until she was breathless, his brows furrowed deeply.
Soon, Yao Zhen's crying subsided. She reached for a tissue from the table and wiped away her tears. Then, she turned, shifting her gaze from Elder Mr. Yao to Zuo Nan. Sudan Novels.
Zuo Nan expected to see Yao Zhen in a state of hysterical collapse or perhaps begging him. To his surprise, the first thing Yao Zhen did upon seeing him was roll her eyes. Did she have some kind of mental issue? Zuo Nan's eyes narrowed, not missing a single subtle expression from Yao Zhen.
However, he hadn't anticipated that Yao Zhen had no mental issues; rather, what Yao Zhen did next nearly caused him to lose his sanity.
"Mr. Zuo must be eager to witness the lively scene at the mansion. I shall accompany you in watching it." As Yao Zhen spoke, she took out her iPad from her bag and placed it between herself and Zuo Nan. Elder Mr. Yao also grew curious and walked behind the two of them.
The mansion's large screen, displayed on the iPad, was showing something. However, it wasn't indecent photos of Yao Zhen, but rather Zuo Nan's dark past. As Zuo Nan took in the content, his body lurched forward, his eyes widening in a mixture of shock, panic, and thinly veiled fury.
Yao Zhen, on the other hand, felt completely relaxed, watching the content with immense satisfaction. The person being shown on the big screen was not Yao Zhen, but Zuo Nan.
In the video, Zuo Nan was in a chaotic place flashing with various lights. Zuo Nan was dressed rather lightly. He was surrounded by a group of women, all dressed vibrantly, but with noticeable wrinkles on their faces, making it difficult not to guess they were at least in their forties. Such a scene was easily misinterpreted, and indeed, reality was just as twisted as the onlookers imagined.
Soon, on screen, Zuo Nan's chin was lifted. "Take off your clothes," a woman's somewhat aged, flirtatious voice commanded Zuo Nan. The onlookers watched as Zuo Nan, who was only wearing something resembling a kitchen apron, was now being ordered to undress further. The crowd became excited, while some of the well-bred young ladies from strict families immediately turned away.
Everyone expected Zuo Nan to struggle, but to their surprise, the Zuo Nan in the video immediately reached for the tie at his lower back. All the women then swarmed him, and all sorts of perverse demands followed. As the mansion's guests listened to Zuo Nan's yelps, chicken-like sounds, and various inexpressible noises from the video, the mansion became remarkably lively.
"This illegitimate son of the Zuo family truly isn't afraid of losing face."
"Exactly. First, he tried to sow discord between Mu Qi and Yun Shunan, and now look at this video." The speaker pointed at the screen. "He actually does things like this!"
"People like him should be locked in a dark room and never allowed out to dirty our eyes."
"Hey, your idea is a bit dangerous."
"But I like it." With that, their wine glasses clinked, reaching a consensus.
The grand hall of the mansion was abuzz with activity. However, in the corridor where only Mu Qi, Yun Shunan, and Zuo Nan were present, the atmosphere was chillingly cold. Of course, the one emanating the cold air was Mu Qi.