A miraculous doctor descended from the heavens.

When he saw Lao Yi and Uncle Gui arrive at the door so early in the morning, Hong Ye's brow twitched slightly.

The affairs of the Huilong Society are complicated, and neither Lao Yi nor Gui Shu would be so idle as to come and pay their respects to him early in the morning.

Their sudden appearance could only mean one thing—something terrible has happened to the Huilong Society.

Before the two could even explain their purpose, Master Hong waved his hand, and the servants immediately and discreetly withdrew.

"What is it?" Master Hong asked in a deep voice.

"Master Hong, the God of Wealth is dead." Uncle Gui lowered his voice.

With a sharp "thud," the teacup in Master Hong's hand fell to the ground and shattered into pieces. He nearly jumped off his armchair, exclaiming, "What did you say?"

"The God of Wealth is dead," Uncle Gui repeated.

The old man watching from the side was terrified.

As far back as he could remember, his father had always been deep and reserved, and had never lost his composure like this for anything.

The fact that he was so moved shows how devastating the death of the God of Wealth was to him.

Hong Ye stood there for several seconds before his emotions slowly calmed down: "How did he die?"

"He committed suicide out of fear of punishment," Uncle Ghost replied.

"What exactly happened?" Master Hong's voice deepened.

Uncle Gui glanced at Lao Yi standing to the side, looking as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

Old Master Hong became suspicious. Seeing his usually imposing son now standing there timidly, a surge of anger rose within him: "First Brother, what have you been doing behind my back?!"

"Father, I..." The old man stammered, unable to utter a complete sentence for a long time. His usual fluent speech seemed to have vanished.

The more Hong Ye questioned, the more suspicious he became. The more cowardly Lao Yi appeared, the angrier he grew. He couldn't help but shout sternly, "Lao Yi, kneel down!"

The father was truly enraged, and the old man dared not hesitate any longer, immediately kneeling down before his father.

"Speak!" Master Hong slammed his hand on the mahogany tea table.

"I, I..." The old man stammered, his face filled with shame and guilt, but he couldn't get a straight answer.

"You good-for-nothing!" Master Hong was extremely disappointed. He suddenly stood up and kicked the old man.

The old man was kicked to the side, but he quickly endured the pain and got up, kneeling down again in front of his father.

"Ah Gui, you tell us," Master Hong shouted, pointing at Uncle Gui.

"Here's the thing, Ah Yi has taken a liking to the eldest daughter of the He family..."

"Which Miss He?" Master Hong interrupted.

"He Tiansheng's daughter, He Qiaoqing."

"It's him?" Master Hong gasped, unable to resist glaring at his son. He cursed inwardly: "You little brat, you really dare to dream! A toad trying to eat swan meat? You dare to try and climb up to the He family's daughter?"

However, that's a good eye.

If this can really come to fruition, it will be a tremendous boon for the Hung family and the Huilong Society.

If the Hung and Ho families could form a marriage alliance, taking down Ting Lik-sang's Yi Ho Gang would be easier than licking a snotty nose.

He immediately pressed, "And then?"

"Ah Yi had been pursuing Miss He relentlessly, but Miss He's attitude remained lukewarm. So, on the birthday of the God of Wealth's wife, Ah Yi decided to make things irreversible..."

"And the result?" Master Hong didn't want to hear about the process; he only wanted to know the outcome.

"An unexpected turn of events occurred. Miss He slipped and fell into the pool. The young master panicked and didn't dare to rescue her immediately, fleeing in haste. By the time the God of Wealth's servants found Miss He in the pool, it was too late..."

"She's dead?" Master Hong interrupted again.

"No, she's still alive. But there's a rumor that Miss He is practically dead now."

"Where was the God of Wealth? What was he doing at the time? Why didn't he save the woman when she fell into the water?"

"At the time, the God of Wealth thought Ah-Yi was busy with something, and that he himself was fooling around with the Demoness..."

"And then what?" Master Hong interrupted again, pressing for an answer.

"Then, the Ho family hired Detective Chu Hanliang, who had repeatedly harassed us, to investigate. Although we tried our best to process the evidence, we were eventually driven to a dead end. Caishen didn't want to go to jail, so he committed suicide."

After listening, Master Hong remained silent for a long time. Finally, he waved his hand and said, "Ah Gui, you can go now."

"Yes, Master Hong." Uncle Gui withdrew.

Hong Ye stared intently at his son, his expression a mixture of disappointment and helplessness. He wasn't unfamiliar with youthful arrogance.

But this son is far too audacious—he even dared to touch He Tiansheng's daughter.

Do they really not know how to write the word "death"?

The more Hong Ye thought about it, the angrier he became. He couldn't hold back any longer and pointed at Lao Yi, launching into a tirade of abuse: "You're a fucking coward! You can't even handle a woman!"

The eldest son was so aggrieved he felt like dying: "Father, I... I didn't know this would happen. Uncle Gui said the medicine would be perfectly safe. But just as I was about to touch He Qiaoqing, she woke up. I couldn't hold her down in time, and she jumped from the balcony into the swimming pool..."

"You're useless, you're useless! And you dare to argue!" Hearing this, Master Hong became even more enraged and rushed forward to beat Old Man Yi mercilessly. Judging from his ferocity, it was as if Old Man Yi wasn't his own son at all.

In fact, many questions remained in Hongye's mind.

When the incident occurred, the eldest son ran away out of fear, which was somewhat understandable.

The God of Wealth has always been a womanizer, and his relationship with the Demoness has always been ambiguous. The two rarely meet, and it's understandable that their passion would ignite.

But what about Uncle Ghost?

Where was he at that time?

Judging from what he just said, he not only knew about it, but was probably also a participant.

"I'm asking you, whose idea was this?"

"It was my own idea."

The first man was simply blinded by love, but he wasn't someone who dared to do something but couldn't take responsibility.

Although Uncle Gui did encourage him at the time, no one could force him to do it if he didn't want to. So he admitted it very readily.

"Did Uncle Gui give you the medicine?" Master Hong asked calmly.

"Yes."

"Have you tried this before?"

"I've tried it, there's absolutely no problem. Just a little bit is enough to make a woman dizzy and lose consciousness. But why does it fail on He Qiaoqing? I don't understand it either," the old man said, feeling wronged.

"Where is the medicine now?" Master Hong asked again.

"At my place."

"When I get back, have someone I trust send it to me. Don't let anyone know."

Upon hearing this, Lao Yi was greatly shocked, thinking to himself: Dad, could it be that you also want to play this kind of date rape game? Is it possible that you're old but still have a young heart?

Old people are shrewd, and old ghosts are clever. Master Hong saw through his son's thoughts at a glance and roared, "What the hell are you thinking?!"

The old man quickly lowered his head, not daring to utter another word.

"Have you cleaned up the mess properly? I mean, have you made sure the Ho family can guess that you were behind it?" Master Hong continued to press.

"Probably not. Yaozi has already dealt with all the evidence. This case was closed because of Caishen's suicide. Besides, I wasn't even invited. I secretly checked into Mao's house the night before, guided by Caishen. I hid in his secret room that night. I only came out of the secret room when Yaozi and Caishen took He Qiaoqing upstairs the next day. After He Qiaoqing's incident, I also left through the secret room directly to the back door. No one knows that I was ever at Mao's house."

Hearing this, Master Hong finally felt a little relieved and sighed, "Old Yi, you've really been incredibly foolish this time. With your current wealth and power, what kind of woman couldn't you get your hands on? Why did you have to go after the He family's women when you could have gotten with every other family's women?"

"I..." Old Yi couldn't answer. Does falling in love with a woman need a reason?

"Didn't you ever think that even if you manage to make it a fait accompli, what if the He family doesn't acknowledge it and insists on seeking justice for their daughter? In that case, not only will you be finished, but your father and the entire Huilong Society will also be finished along with you," Master Hong sighed.

"Father, I don't think so. That old man from the He family is notoriously concerned with his reputation. He Qiaoqing is his precious daughter. If I really took He Qiaoqing as my wife, the old man would never allow the family scandal to be exposed. Besides, what's done is done, can they deny it? If they don't, He Qiaoqing will be ruined. Moreover, I genuinely like her. If this accident hadn't happened, I was absolutely confident that I could gain the He family's approval." The old man remained stubbornly unconvinced.

"Old man, you're completely beyond saving." Master Hong sighed, too lazy to even scold his son.

Master Hong, being an experienced man, naturally understood that once a man falls for a woman, it's as if he's bewitched. Not to mention persuasion, even if ten oxen were to pull him back, they wouldn't be able to.

"Father, I was wrong." The old man knelt upright and kowtowed three times to his father.

"Get up," Master Hong said helplessly. He was deeply disappointed in his son, but it wasn't that he didn't love him. Besides, apart from this one emotional hurdle that his son couldn't overcome, his son never caused him any trouble in other matters.

After kowtowing, the old man stood up. Father and son remained silent for a long while before the old man finally couldn't help but ask, "Father, I still can't understand—why did the God of Wealth commit suicide?"

"Don't you know? Of course, it's because he doesn't want to go to jail," Master Hong said calmly.

"What loss would it cause him to serve a few years in prison? Even if he takes the blame for everything for me, he'll only serve a few years at most. What's the big deal?"

"Old One, sit down first," Boss Hong gestured to the chair beside him. Once Old One was seated, he slowly said, "Perhaps you think that the God of Wealth isn't old enough, and a few years in jail is nothing. But you've forgotten what the God of Wealth's true identity is in our Huilong Society. He's the cashier, the accountant, and also our money laundering tool. He not only needs to be alive, but he also needs to enjoy complete freedom to be of any use to us. Once something happens to him and he has to go to jail—even if he grits his teeth and doesn't reveal his identity as the 'God of Wealth,' once he's in jail, he's lost his personal freedom and naturally can no longer work for us. To the Huilong Society, he loses all value. At that point, we not only have to take back the money from him, but to prevent him from speaking out of turn, we also have to silence him."

"Father means... that the God of Wealth foresaw this and therefore chose to end it himself?" The old man finally showed a hint of surprise on his face.

"That's right. And don't underestimate the God of Wealth. Since he's willing to die, he must have already secured his own escape route. To put it bluntly—we probably won't get our money back from him."

"Why? That's impossible. I remember very clearly that when he took over the position of God of Wealth, he made a will beforehand. If he has any wealth or inheritance, we are the heirs."

"Son, you sometimes think too naively. When was the will made? Couldn't he have quietly changed it?"

"this……"

"If I'm not mistaken, he may have already changed his will; or perhaps, the thing you forced him to do made him feel the risk was too great, so he changed his will at the last minute. The God of Wealth has been working for us for nearly ten years, and I know him better than anyone else. If he was willing to die, he definitely had a backup plan. So, this money probably won't come back to us. In other words—because of this woman you want, our Huilong Society has paid a very heavy price."

"Father, I..."

"Forget it. It's no use saying more now. You go and clean up this mess thoroughly, leaving no loose ends. If the He family finds out that their daughter is like this because of you—then the end will be for our Huilong Society."

"Yes, Father."

"Remember my words—don't trust anyone. Not even the person sleeping next to you."

"I've got it."

"Go."