Super Tycoon: I Beg You, Stop Pulling Stunts

After dinner with the Zhu Brothers, Lin Chu decided to head back to Swan Castle.

He hadn’t been back in a while. It was like a young couple giving each other the silent treatment, or even living apart.

But a problem that needed solving would have to be solved eventually.

They hadn’t reached the point of a clean break yet, and there was no need for one.

When they arrived at Swan Castle and were pulling up to his house, Lin Chu saw that the lights were still on in Yang Huixian’s house, so he deliberately had Gao Haitao honk the horn twice.

The BEEP BEEP of the horn sounded particularly piercing in the silent night.

A sound that loud... she definitely heard it.

Lin Chu then got out of the car and calmly went home.

Gao Haitao said his goodbyes and drove off.

Seeing Lin Chu’s somewhat childish antics, Old Gao couldn’t help but want to smile.

Even a big boss like him had relationship problems.

Among the wealthy bosses he’d met, their romantic and married lives usually fell into one of two extremes.

Either they started from scratch with their first wife and had a wonderful relationship—the man doting, the woman virtuous and supportive—a true power couple, a match made in heaven.

But that came with extremely strict prerequisites. The couple had to have started from nothing together, weathered several years—or even a decade or more—of extreme hardship. They would have faced and overcome countless difficulties and problems hand-in-hand. At that point, they weren’t just husband and wife; they were comrades-in-arms, an inseparable other half.

The other extreme was being a total philanderer, basically ignoring the wife while having countless affairs on the side.

When a man’s career takes off and he becomes wealthy, if his wife wasn’t involved in that process and didn’t grow alongside him, their statuses become unbalanced. The relationship is bound to have problems.

President Lin’s situation, however, was somewhere in the middle, though leaning toward the latter type, which was actually far more complicated.

But this also made him seem more human to Gao Haitao.

A rich 24-year-old man—of course he’d want it all.

He was in a position to want it all.

And women would easily fall in love with him.

’Heh, and he gets to be picky about it, too.’

...

Yang Huixian was standing by her second-floor bedroom window. Hearing the horn from downstairs, she glanced out nonchalantly before turning her attention back to the file in her hands.

It was, for all intents and purposes, a complete investigative report on Lin Chu’s assets, along with his entire "development" history.

But she hadn’t asked Uncle Nine to run this check.

Instead, she had hired a professional third-party corporate investigation firm.

There were so many such companies these days, able to dig up anything: personal information, hotel stay records, debt levels, real estate holdings... In the age of big data, nothing could stay hidden.

And as she looked over the information, a powerful question surfaced, taking deep root in her mind.

’How did Lin Chu get rich?’

’Where did the money come from?’

On paper, he owned a live-streaming company, but it had been founded less than six months ago. Where did he get two billion to buy a golf club?

Before all this, Lin Chu had just been an ordinary employee, working in sales at a financial firm. His social security records were perfectly clear: a monthly salary of just ten to twenty thousand yuan, a typical wage for a worker in Peng City.

Now, he owned a villa in Peng City, had bought the entire Taiyi Villa in Yang City, established another company in Yang City, and bought a golf club in Peng City.

In other words, in less than six months, Lin Chu had built an enterprise worth over two billion.

The crucial part was that there was no information online about any major business activities he had been involved in.

This left Yang Huixian completely baffled.

Even if it were illegal fundraising, he would have at least had to make a big show of it to attract investors.

Right now, she felt perplexed, curious, and even a little afraid.

’Curiosity can get a person killed.’

’It could even bring ruin to her entire family.’

What kind of power, what level of influence, could provide Lin Chu with such a vast sum of money so quietly, without leaving a single trace?

’If she dared to make a move against them, there was a good chance even Uncle Nine couldn’t handle the fallout.’

Yang Huixian had a very clear and rational understanding of this.

She carefully locked the file in the safe by her bed. She then deleted all chat records related to the matter, even deleting her contact person from her WeChat. Taking a deep breath, she went downstairs and walked toward the house next door.

A movie she’d seen long ago suddenly popped into her head—*Mr. & Mrs. Smith*.

...

The main gate wasn’t locked. She pushed it open.

The door to the living room wasn’t locked either. He was clearly expecting someone.

Lin Chu was sitting in the first-floor living room. A kettle was whistling, boiling water for tea. A cigarette dangled from his fingers, a long column of ash at its tip. He was staring into space, completely lost in thought.

Yang Huixian thought back to the first time she had come here.

The hesitation, conflict, anxiety, and tension she felt now—that strange emotional strain—was even more intense than it had been that first time.

That time, it had been nothing more than a casual fling, something akin to a one-night stand.

This time, it was a high-stakes psychological game.

"You’re back? I heard the car, so I came over."

She put on a calm smile and spoke nonchalantly as she sat down across from him.

Lin Chu glanced at her, smiled, and nodded. He stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray, picked up the hot kettle, and steeped a pot of tea.

"You’re not asleep yet?"

It was already past midnight.

Yang Huixian sighed, a touch of melancholy in her voice, and fluttered her long eyelashes. "I can’t sleep. I’ve had insomnia lately. There’s so much on my mind... things I can figure out, and things I can’t. I try to hold back, but I can’t help being greedy. What about you?"

Lin Chu burst out laughing.

"Me? I’ve been sleeping great."

"I have a clear conscience."

Yang Huixian: "..."

’Yeah, right!’

’You rotten... you’re the worst.’

But for some unknown reason, just seeing his relaxed, casual demeanor made the heavy weight in her heart begin to lift, as if the law of gravity itself had changed.

"Want to watch a movie?"