Lin Yao was willing to call him “Dad” because he had expectations of his father.
That was what Shen Leyuan thought.
But in reality, Lin Yao had simply been punished too many times and learned his lesson. He only dared to gripe behind his back. Now that he had a protective shield, he swiftly and smoothly started calling the old man “old fart.”
Sitting in the ordinary Confinement Room, he even felt a bit regretful.
If the old fart had locked him in the little dark room like before, that guy would definitely get angry. Then he could catch up on the drama he missed and stir things up a bit to make that guy completely break off with the old fart.
But this was pretty good too—the old fart must be holding back with great difficulty.
Faint voices of conversation drifted in from outside, sounding like that guy was arguing remotely with the old fart and wanted to come see him.
The old fart would agree; he couldn’t win an argument against that guy.
The corners of Lin Yao’s lips twitched upward uncontrollably. He rubbed his growling stomach, anticipating that guy bringing food to coax him.
The imagination was beautiful, but reality was Lin Yuan cradling his phone, saving the voice messages and flipping through old ones. His expression was serious, but his gaze was tender.
After reading the bodyguard’s relayed message, a rare flush of embarrassment crept over him. He felt he’d been too emotional, not rational enough.
But I held back my attention on him, Lin Yuan thought.
These little details don’t matter. As long as I don’t pursue him or do anything to him, it proves I have control over the situation. His influence on me is still within normal bounds.
As he pondered, a message came from the young man: 【Here.】
Lin Yuan’s finger hovered over the Monitoring Room button. He wrestled internally for a long time, two voices battling in his mind. One said, This concerns you, so it’s only natural to watch. The other said, You’re just checking if he’s up to no good—perfectly justified.
Lin Yuan: …
So there’s no option not to watch?
He pulled his finger back, struck with a chilling sense of nearly pressing a nuclear button.
Truly terrifying.
Shen Leyuan’s influence on him was subtle and pervasive, harder to detect than Little Deer’s and even harder to resist.
Like the cream enveloping a cake batter—sweet enough that there was no reason to refuse.
He closed his eyes, then opened them, shifting his gaze to the group chat. He spectated his subordinates’ retellings and discussions, guessing at the conversation between Shen Leyuan and Lin Yao.
The Madam Group was buzzing.
【Breaking news—huge scoop! The Madam’s about to beat the kid!】
Someone was skeptical: 【Wasn’t the Madam just heartbroken over the young master? What happened that we don’t know about?】
Others @ the admin: 【@Greedy Ghost He should know.】
【@Greedy Ghost Spill the tea!】
【@Greedy Ghost You holding out on your bros?】
Greedy Ghost: 【I don’t know!!!】
Greedy Ghost: 【I told you everything I could! I handed over my phone after! I only found out the Madam was mad a few minutes ago!!!】
【@Greedy Ghost Useless】
【@Greedy Ghost What do we even need you for?】
【@Greedy Ghost Execute! Im! Me! Di! Ate!】
Lin Yuan scrolled through the messages, growing increasingly irritated, until he finally couldn’t hold back and asked: 【So how’s Teacher Shen doing?】
【No idea, Teacher Shen won’t let us get close.】
Lsheng: 【Why not let us near? What’s something we bros can’t hear?】
【Yeah, yeah!】
【Could it be… an affair?】
Lin Yuan’s brows furrowed, and his fingers moved on their own: 【Don’t talk nonsense!】
He regretted it instantly, feeling exposed.
But the group was even more fired up than him: 【What kinda bullshit is that! This is the Madam Group! We don’t ship heretics—we ship Dad CP!】
【Heretic!】
【Drag ’em out and execute!!!】
Lin Yuan: …
He had a tiny—very tiny—urge to give the bodyguards a raise.
Not two minutes later, the Madam Group owner got the good news of the boss issuing bonuses. He froze. A colleague noticed his odd expression and leaned in: “What’s up? Spill whatever’s bugging you so we can all have a laugh.”
The group owner forced a smile: “Nothing, just… this bonus feels a bit…”
“A bit random, right?” The colleague winked. “Boss and the Madam teaming up to beat the kid—probably made up. Bet it’s a reward for protecting the Madam last time.”
The group owner’s smile grew even more strained, his mind full of the boss’s last warning: “Don’t talk too much.”
He choked out: “That’s exactly what I’m afraid of…”
He’d checked—the heretic got no bonus. So the boss was in a good mood from lurking in the group chat!
That had to be it!!!
Colleague: ???
The bonus felt hot to the touch, but also tempting.
After a moment’s thought, the group owner sneaked closer to the Confinement Room—not too near, not too far—and filmed a clip.
【Can’t hear what they’re saying, but seems like they’re arguing.】
As he’d said, Shen Leyuan was indeed having an unprecedented quarrel with Lin Yao.
The rebellious teen showed no attitude for normal conversation. He’d been sulking from the moment Shen Leyuan entered. When the recording came up, that sulk erupted like a volcano, hot magma of blame and cold accusations pouring down on him all at once.
“What good did that old fart give you to make you defend him like this?”
“Yeah, I cursed him out—so what? He deserves it! Serves him right! He’s a cripple, a mentally ill cripple!”
“He’s my dad, but does he deserve to be? Has he ever acted like a father? I’d love to sever ties, give back my skin, my blood, my bones—but why should I? I didn’t choose to be his son!”
“You know he’s wronged and pitiable? Then do you know what he’s done to me? Do you know he really broke my leg? You don’t—you just want to climb into bed as my little mom!”
“The old fart’s hot, right? Cripple or not, great face and vibe. What’d you say before? Mature? Handsome? Charismatic? Age is a plus? Got you all enchanted?”
“You been to his bed? Eaten his dick? Probably have, or you wouldn’t butt in like it’s your right.”
“Hilarious—some people really think they’re my little mom!”
After laughing, Lin Yao’s face turned cold: “I’m telling you, I hate his guts. No reconciliation this lifetime! Get out!!!”
Shen Leyuan fell silent for a long time.
Amid the young man’s heavy, ragged breathing and red-rimmed eyes, he softly asked: “So, you’re going to become just like him?”
Lin Yao froze.
Shen Leyuan looked at him sadly: “Maybe you think words don’t hurt that much, but Lin Yao—from the moment we met until now, you’ve been hurting me. I get your anger, but my heart isn’t stone; those cuts leave scars.”
“You know I never meant for you to reconcile with him.”
“Your ravings are your way of fighting him. Your barbs at me come from hating him. I understand. I know you’re not bad at heart, so I’ve endured.”
He took a light, choked breath. Shen Leyuan’s voice grew a bit congested.
“I can’t endure forever.”
Lin Yao’s fingertips trembled, his breathing quicker, eyes red like he might cry—but he bit back, refusing to yield. He spat: “Can’t take it? Then scram!”
Maliciously: “Did I ask you to endure?”
Shen Leyuan lowered his gaze, like a fledgling soaked by rain. Lin Yao almost thought he was crying.
But to the end, the man didn’t cry.
“I’ll step out to cool off. I won’t disturb you for a while.”
Shen Leyuan pulled a medicine bottle from his pocket and set it on the table. Softly: “Don’t forget to apply the ointment.”
No response.
【He’s out—he’s out! Teacher Shen’s out!】
【Wait, bros—wasn’t that Teacher Shen wiping his face just now?】
【Crying???】
【Not to bash, but Teacher Shen scolding him behind closed doors is way better than my dad. Young master’s got it good and doesn’t know it!】
【Who’ll ask Teacher Shen… oh, teacher’s coming!】
The group was in an uproar, except the door guards who vanished briefly. Two minutes later: 【All good. Teacher Shen said it was just a verbal spat. Young master’s in a bad mood—give him space.】
【Teacher Shen says thanks for the help, dinner on him next time.】
Others: 【That’s it?】
The group owner popped up with a bombshell: 【Teacher Shen’s eyes are red, knuckles damp—definitely cried; shirt’s straightened but wrinkled, probably got shoved; smile’s forced, might cry more later.】
Boss! Look at me!!!
I have to report this!
The man restraining himself from peeking hadn’t watched the video yet.
Because the moment he saw 【Crying???】, he’d opened the Monitoring Room playback and watched the whole conversation from start to finish.
As he stepped out the door, there was a faint sob. The young man wiped his face.
Lin Yuan’s heart clenched. Violent emotions brewed into extreme thoughts; he even regretted not dealing with that thing sooner.
Why didn’t I kill the brat earlier?
After the rage came deep exhaustion. Lin Yuan closed the video, used a subordinate’s phone to open the young man’s WeChat, then stopped and switched to his own number to send a friend request.
He shouldn’t do this.
But he might be crying.
No response in WeChat. Lin Yuan grew unbearably frustrated, thumb rubbing the phone. Before the young man accepted, he messaged Sheng Shisi.
【A Si】
He asked: 【Am I like Lin Yao?】
Sheng Shisi: 【?】
Sheng Shisi: 【In what way?】
Lin Yuan thought, then typed two words: 【Personality, EQ.】
Sheng Shisi: 【Personality, no; EQ, yes.】
Lin Yuan: …
Sheng Shisi: 【But yours is a bit higher.】
Lin Yuan breathed a small sigh of relief.
About to ask more, a friend request popped up.
…
What’s this? The big boss added me?
Shen Leyuan puzzled over the WeChat request. The note was simply “Lin Yuan”—just like Mr. Lin’s style.
But he’d never added him before. With the phone number or bodyguards, no need.
Still, since he’d requested, might as well see.
With the mindset of worst case, delete after quitting, Shen Leyuan approved and typed: 【Mr. Lin, may I ask】
Before he could send, transfers flooded in.
Shen Leyuan: ?
No reply from the other side—just silent transfers.
Amid a string of 【????】, Shen Leyuan watched the big boss send money, unsure how many before it stopped. He hurried: 【What’s this? What’s the money for?】
Still silent, but more transfer notifications.
Shen Leyuan: …
So you didn’t stop—you hit the limit?
Bank card transfers maxed out too before Lin Yuan gave up digging for other accounts. He barely curbed the urge to shower money and replied to WeChat.
Ignoring Sheng Shisi’s 【Why ask that, sir?】, he drafted and deleted in the chat with Shen Leyuan: deleted 【Don’t cry】, 【Don’t be sad】, 【I’ll help you…】
Finally, he sent two calm, restrained words.
Lin Yuan: 【Bonus】
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