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In the end, both of them ended up in the hospital. Wen Shang got four stitches on his head, and Mu Yuan fractured his right hand and had it put in a cast. Neither of them came out on top.

When Wen Shang’s parents and Luo Yi heard about the fight, they rushed to the hospital.

Wen Shang was the only son of the family, raised like the center of the universe since he was a child. His mother, Tan Ya, was naturally doting. His father, Wen Yuan, though known for his tough temper, was also famous for spoiling his son. No matter what kind of trouble Wen Shang caused in the past, at most Wen Yuan would scold him loudly and let it go. Now, seeing their son’s head wrapped in thick layers of white bandages, the couple’s hearts ached like hell.

“Son, what happened exactly? What grudge do you have with that Mu Yuan? Did it really have to come to this?” Tan Ya said with trembling hands as she pulled her son closer, carefully checking every inch of him for other injuries.

Wen Yuan, boiling with rage, stormed over to Mu Yuan and jabbed a finger at his nose, cursing him out.

“What the hell is wrong with you, kid? What kind of grudge do you have against my son? What did he ever do to you? Did you really have to go that far? This is pure fucking evil.”

After ripping into Mu Yuan, Wen Yuan turned toward Luo Yi, his tone filled with anger.

“Big Brother, you can recognize whoever you want as your godson. That is your business. We have no say in it. But today, your godson attacked my son like this. There is no way I can just let this go. I will fight this little bastard to the end.”

“Exactly,” Tan Ya chimed in, walking over to add fuel to the fire. “Brother, everyone saw it. That guy was the one who started the fight. Wen Shang never even provoked him.”

Mu Yuan swept his gaze lazily over the Wen couple and let out a cold laugh.

“You two have no fucking idea what kind of dirty shit your precious son has been up to.”

“I am asking you, what exactly did my son do to you? Say it out loud so everyone can judge for themselves,” Tan Ya shouted, completely losing her composure as she argued loudly with Mu Yuan.

Seeing Luo Yi staying silent at the side, Tan Ya could not hold it in anymore. “Big Brother, you should speak up too.”

Many people already had a bias against Mu Yuan because of his background, but Luo Yi understood Mu Yuan’s character. Even though he came from the streets, he knew the rules better than anyone else. He was not the kind of person who would start a fight without a reason. Something must have happened between him and Wen Shang to make things escalate this badly.

But just because Luo Yi understood did not mean others would. After all, every witness at the scene accused Mu Yuan of throwing the first punch. Except for Luo Yi, everyone stood firmly on Wen Shang’s side.

Luo Yi cleared his throat and tugged lightly on Mu Yuan’s arm. He spoke to him gently.

“Xiao Yuan, what exactly happened between you and Xiao Shang? I know you are not the kind of person who stirs up trouble for no reason. Whatever it is, can you not just talk it out instead of resorting to violence? Now that all of us elders are here, just say it openly. If Wen Shang truly did you wrong, your godfather will stand by you and make sure you get justice.”

Mu Yuan shot Wen Shang a fierce glare but kept his mouth firmly shut.

“Say something. Why are you silent?” Tan Ya pressed him. Seeing Mu Yuan stay quiet, she let out a cold snort and sneered, “If you had a leg to stand on, what would you be afraid of? Looks to me like you know you are guilty.”

Luo Yi patted Mu Yuan’s shoulder, encouraging him to speak freely.

Fuck…

Mu Yuan cursed silently.

What the hell was he supposed to say? Was he supposed to tell everyone here that he got fucked by another man? If that humiliating shit got out and everyone knew, he could kiss his life goodbye.

No way in hell he could say it.

Mu Yuan steeled himself. No matter what, he would never let Luo Yi or the others find out. Better to let them misunderstand him forever than have his dignity shattered.

“Godfather, whether you believe me or not, it does not matter. What I can say is, I was not the one at fault. But I cannot explain it. Just treat it as me stirring up trouble and picking a fight with your nephew. If you are disappointed in me, then I am sorry. I will stop being your godson. It was not something that really belonged to me anyway. I guess this is where our fate ends.”

Mu Yuan said everything he had to say, then turned and walked out the door without looking back, no matter how hard Luo Yi called after him to stay.

“Unbelievable. A thug will always be a thug. No manners, no upbringing,” Wen Yuan said with contempt as he watched Mu Yuan’s back disappear down the hall.

“Actually, Xiao Yuan is not a bad kid. He just has a bad temper and sometimes cannot control himself,” Luo Yi said.

“Brother, why are you still speaking up for that guy?” Tan Ya said, clearly unhappy.

“You just do not know him,” Luo Yi replied.

“You make it sound like you know him so well. You two have only known each other for how long?” Tan Ya glanced at Luo Yi, feeling annoyed but trying not to show it too much.

“Believe it or not, I have met countless people in my life. I will not claim I know Mu Yuan a hundred percent, but I can guarantee with my character that he is not a bad person.”

“I do not care if he is a good person or a bad one. He beat up my son like this, and there is no way we are letting it slide. Just wait, I am calling the lawyer to draft a lawsuit,” Tan Ya said angrily.

“Calm down first,” Luo Yi said, stopping her. “Let me handle this. I will talk to Xiao Yuan properly later and make sure you get an explanation.”

“What is there left to talk about?” Wen Yuan cut in. “Big Brother, you heard it yourself. That kid just said he would not even acknowledge you as his godfather anymore. Fine by me. Better to stay away from street thugs like him.”

“Godfather and godson, is it so casual to recognize and just as casual to deny?” Luo Yi’s voice rose noticeably, anger creeping into his tone.

“I did not say anything else. Big Brother, why are you so mad about it?” Wen Yuan muttered.

Luo Yi waved his hand. “Enough. I am leaving first. I will take care of this.”

After Luo Yi left, only Wen Shang and his parents remained in the hospital room.

Tan Ya closed the door and walked over to her son, her tone serious. “Xiao Shang, there is something I need to talk to you about.”

Wen Shang sat on the side, arms crossed, silent and brooding.

“You know your uncle has no children of his own. In this family, you have always been the one he cared about the most.”

Wen Shang gave a faint sneer. “That is hard to say now, considering he suddenly picked up a godson.”

“That is exactly what I wanted to talk to you about,” Tan Ya continued. “I know you do not like Mu Yuan. Your father and I cannot stand him either. But you saw it yourself. Your uncle keeps siding with him, defending him at every turn. God knows what tricks that little bastard used to make your uncle so obedient. You know your uncle is getting old. It is time for him to start making arrangements for the future. If this were before, we all thought it was only natural for everything to go to you. But now, with Mu Yuan suddenly appearing, it is hard to say.”

Leaning back slightly, Wen Shang tapped his fingers against his arm and gave a cold smile. “He really has won my uncle’s favor.”

“So what I want to tell you,” Tan Ya said seriously, “is that it is fine to be angry, but you still need to hold it in. Even if you have to fake it on the surface, you have to get along with Mu Yuan. The Wen family is not short on money, but think about it. Your uncle is the richest man in the city. You know better than anyone how much his fortune is worth. No matter what, we cannot just hand it over to an outsider.”

Wen Shang listened quietly, but he already had his own plans in mind.

—

The next day at noon, Mu Yuan’s phone buzzed with a video message from an unfamiliar number. He frowned, suspicious right away, thinking it might be some kind of virus.

He hesitated for half a minute, but curiosity got the better of him. He tapped on it.

The screen lit up with a video of two men having sex on a bed. Judging from the angle, it was secretly recorded. The person filming had cleverly avoided the lens, so only the man on the bottom’s face was visible.

Fuck. That was him.

Just a few minutes after Wen Shang sent out the video, Mu Yuan’s call came through.

Wen Shang stared at the flashing screen for several rings before finally pressing the answer button.

“Fuck your mother, you dumb piece of shit, you fucking scumbag, are you out of your goddamn mind doing something like this, you motherfucker..”

Wen Shang hung up immediately.

Not long after, Mu Yuan called again.

Wen Shang calmly picked up the phone, answering with a relaxed, “Hello.”

“You fucking scumbag.”

“Go on,” Wen Shang said, nodding slowly.

“Fine, you have balls. Wait right there. I am bringing my men to your company right now. You are fucking dead!”

“Are you sure you want to do that?” Wen Shang’s voice remained light. “You really think I will not leak that video right now and get you plastered all over the city’s news headlines?”

He chuckled softly. “What I sent you earlier was just a small clip. The full version runs over an hour. If everyone gets to see it, do you think you will still have the balls to bark at me?”

“Motherfucker…” Mu Yuan cursed under his breath. “Wen Shang, what the hell do you want?”

Wen Shang did not answer.

Mu Yuan grew more impatient. “Name your price. How much will it take for you to delete the video?”

“You really think I am short on money?”

Hearing that, Mu Yuan could not help but curse again.

“Fuck, what do you want from me? Just fucking say it!”

“Here is the deal,” Wen Shang said calmly. “You come and apologize to me in person. Do that, and I will erase everything.”

“I am coming over right now.”

“I am still working.”

“Then when?” Mu Yuan’s heart was burning with anxiety. All he wanted was to get that video erased as soon as possible.

“Tonight at nine. I will send you an address. You come alone. No one else.”

Just like they agreed, Mu Yuan showed up alone at the appointed time.

Wen Shang had made preparations in advance. The security guards at the door frisked Mu Yuan thoroughly, making sure he was not carrying any weapons before letting him inside.

Mu Yuan stormed across the room toward Wen Shang, who was lounging casually on the sofa. He went straight to the point. “Delete the video.”

“Apologize first,” Wen Shang said, lifting his chin and sizing him up with a leisurely look.

Thinking about the leverage still in Wen Shang’s hands, Mu Yuan dragged out the words unwillingly and squeezed out a half-hearted, “Sorry.”

“An apology should at least sound sincere.”

“You motherfucker, you are just fucking with me on purpose, aren’t you?”

“Are you going to apologize or not?”

Mu Yuan had not forgotten why he came here. Gritting his teeth, he forced himself to yell out, “Sorry! Now hurry up and delete that fucking video!”

The words practically tore their way out of his throat.

“Alright,” Wen Shang said, finally getting up from the sofa. He tossed a bag onto the floor in front of Mu Yuan. “Put this on, be a little more respectful, and apologize properly. Do that, and I will delete the video.”

Mu Yuan gave him a puzzled look, then bent down and opened the bag. When he pulled out what was inside, he froze.

It was a uniform skirt. A flight attendant outfit.

Fuck his mother. Only now did Mu Yuan realize that Wen Shang was not just a scumbag but a fucking sick pervert too.