A master of both medicine and martial arts, he picked up a beautiful CEO as his wife.

Zhu Wanqing arrived very quickly.

Ever since Ye Feng completely cured her of the life-shortening illness that had plagued her for half her life, this eldest daughter of the Zhu family has been radiating an unprecedented brightness and vitality. Moreover, she and Lin Yuqing are now best friends who can speak freely and without reservation!

Upon hearing that the Lin family had been slandered, she immediately led the Zhu family's best financial staff to the scene overnight.

"I'll check the accounts." Zhu Wanqing placed a laptop on the table, her pretty face displaying the shrewdness and sharpness typical of a businesswoman. "Swearing is for the media, but the money at the source—hiring online trolls, creating hype, fabricating so-called 'solid evidence'—all of that costs money. Money leaves traces, and I'll follow those traces to find the mastermind behind it!"

Lin Yuqing's side is the legal and public relations team.

As the big boss of the Lin family, she officially issued letters on several mainstream media platforms demanding that they delete the false information and archive the records. She also found all the marketing accounts involved and asked the legal department to collect evidence in preparation for filing a lawsuit for defamation and damage to business reputation.

The two women, one checking accounts and the other engaging in anti-legal public relations, worked together seamlessly and flawlessly.

Ye Feng sat on the sofa to the side, slowly peeling oranges, marveling at how these two well-known women from Dongyang were so efficient and resourceful.

"I'm telling you," he said slowly, popping the orange into his mouth and smacking his lips as he praised, "you two are so well-coordinated, much smoother than my fellow disciples who're always wielding knives and sticks!"

"It's because of your foul mouth." Lin Yu glared at him without even looking up.

Zhu Wanqing smiled but didn't look up: "Dr. Ye, this case is all for your sake... Everyone outside is saying you're a kept man..."

"Wow!" Ye Feng choked for a moment, then grinned and said, "That's great. Once I find out, I'll go see if anyone is messing around with me and trying to make sure I'm not living off a woman."

Lin Yuqing was amused by the couple's back-and-forth conversation. With a straight face, she suddenly realized that having a man who always chimed in at the most crucial moments and could make even the biggest problems seem trivial by her side made it seem that the bucket of dirty water that was poured on her wasn't so hard to breathe.

"Oh well, you guys are really good at solving cases, brothers. Stop being so cheeky, okay?" She pouted and then choked.

"Oh, oh, oh." Zhu Wanqing's eyes never left the computer screen, but she chuckled mischievously, "President Lin, you're protecting him!"

Lin Yuqing choked, while Ye Feng grinned and raised an eyebrow at Zhu Wanqing with a "just you wait and see" look on his face.

Despite the commotion, Zhu Wanqing's side actually quieted down and got into the zone.

The computer screen scrolled up and down, lines of money flowing by. In her usually calm eyes, it transformed into the sharp gaze of an eagle. Her fingers danced across the keyboard, and she plucked out the black money, layer upon layer, circle upon circle.

Check the accounts! Check the accounts! This is Miss Zhu Wanqing's specialty! Even the most cunning fox will leave a tail if it touches money, and what she does best is follow the fox's tail, dig out the tail it hides deepest!

The three were joking and talking, and Zhu Wanqing's hands were typing rapidly on the keyboard. Suddenly, she paused.

"I've got it!" Zhu Wanqing's expression sharpened. "These marketing dogs who seem independent and unrelated, but all the 'promotion fees' they've collected in the past month actually come from the same few shell companies!" Zhu Wanqing clicked the mouse rapidly, pulling out the tangled threads one by one. "They've gone through several layers." Zhu Wanqing frowned, but her eyes became even more piercing. "They're very careful, wearing white gloves, doing everything perfectly, but..."

Zhu Wanqing laughed, a laugh tinged with the ruthlessness of a predator.

"No matter how clean the work is, if it's done by humans, there will always be flaws. These shell companies all had initial capital injections when they were first registered, but they all coincidentally used the same 'bridging' account, and behind this account..."

She found out who actually operated the bridging account, but her brows furrowed.

Lin Yuqing leaned over for a look, and her expression suddenly changed drastically.

She recognized the name on the account; it wasn't one of those minor figures like Qian Chongwen, but rather... a key figure who had previously made a name for himself in the Tianheng game.

"As expected, it was those same Tianheng players who won that game," Lin Yuqing said in a low voice.

"Not just that." Zhu Wanqing shook her head, pointing to the account's authorized representative section: "Look, there are several authorized representatives here; I recognize their signatures and contact information!"

Zhu Wanqing frowned and thought for a moment. Suddenly, she remembered something and opened a small notebook in the file bag. Inside was the information left behind by the Zhu family after they helped investigate Tianheng during the Battle of Tingtao Pavilion.

She held the signature in the old file and compared it to the signature on the account she had just seen. "Hmm, familiar." Zhu Wanqing then looked at the contact information and compared it again. "Hmm, I think I remember it!"

"No, no, they look too alike!" Zhu Wanqing's heart raced as she compared them.

The signature's habitual cursive strokes, the four digits following the backup contact number, the usual sets of overseas bank transfer channels—it was all...perfectly accurate?

Two collide.

"Him." Zhu Wanqing's expression changed instantly.

"It's him..." She suddenly looked up at Ye Feng and Lin Yuqing, "I know who's really behind this mess."

"It's not a remnant of Tianheng, nor is it that trash Qian Chongwen... It's someone... We all know him, we've seen his face, and we thought he'd already run away."

Ye Feng stopped peeling the orange.

In fact, almost immediately, the moment Zhu Wanqing uttered those words, that name surfaced in Ye Feng's mind.

Despite suffering such a crushing defeat at Tingtao Pavilion, they still stubbornly insist on playing this shameless trick of splashing dirty water from a stinking ditch. This guy, with money, power, and extensive connections—enough to use multiple layers of white gloves to buy off so many online trolls for marketing—also coincidentally harbors a secret desire for Lin Yuqing…

Who in the entire Dongyang City is so powerful, has such courage, such strength, and such an opportunity to slip away and hide in the gutter after the failure at Tingtao Pavilion?

only one!

"Zhao Hui!" Ye Feng uttered these two words softly, a cold smile appearing on his lips.

"Zhao Hui," that young master Hui who always hid behind him, always thinking he could avoid the eye of the storm and escape all attacks, actually ended up getting sprayed down with the dirty water after he threw it out this time...