Era: You're asked to cook a home-style dish, but you cook Wellington.

All eyes turned to the entrance.

Su Wanqing was dressed in a sharp suit, her posture upright, and the previous aloofness in her eyes was gone, replaced by a cold and resolute look.

Beside her, Mr. Cai walked slowly with the help of his attendants. His face was rosy and he was in good spirits, showing no sign of the weakness that comes with food poisoning and being bedridden.

The security guard who was holding Gao Yang down stopped abruptly, standing there dumbfounded, caught in a dilemma.

The pleasure on Su Zhenhai's face froze instantly, his eyes changed drastically, and a strong sense of unease swept over him.

He never expected that Old Cai, who should have been recuperating in the hospital, would appear here with Su Wanqing!

"Mr. Cai, what brings you here?"

Su Zhenhai hurriedly got up, stepped off the stage, pushed through the crowd, and walked to Cai Lao's side.

He forced a respectful demeanor, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

"Didn't the doctor say you need to rest?"

Old Cai snorted coldly, shook off his attendant's hand, walked straight to the stage, and swept his gaze over Su Zhenhai like a sharp blade, his tone full of sarcasm.

"Recuperate? If I hadn't come soon, I would have watched you use my name to completely sell out the Su family?"

These words resonated deeply, and the reporters below the stage erupted in a frenzy, with flashes going off like crazy, several times more intense than before.

Su Wanqing slowly walked onto the stage, took the microphone handed to her by her attendant, and looked coldly at the clan elders below the stage, then at Su Zhenhai.

"I am the project manager and heir of the family designated by the Su family. I have never signed any authorization documents, and my grandfather has never issued any appointment. Your so-called temporary leader elected by the clan is nothing but a trick you put on to win people's hearts."

Su Zhenhai forced himself to remain calm and stubbornly defended himself.

"Old Master Cai is unwell, and the island project has run into serious trouble. I'm doing this for the sake of the Su family!"

"The bigger picture?"

Mr. Cai snatched the microphone directly; his voice, though aged, was extremely penetrating and resonated throughout every corner of the venue.

"I'm unwell? I'm perfectly fine! There was absolutely no food poisoning. It was all a deliberate hoax from beginning to end!"

The entire room erupted in uproar, the clamor nearly lifting the hotel roof off.

"I have some underlying health conditions, and I felt slightly unwell on the island that day. It was a minor matter, but it was deliberately amplified by some people who maliciously framed me and created a farce of food poisoning."

Holding the microphone, Mr. Cai's gaze swept over the clamoring reporters below the stage, his tone becoming increasingly stern.

"I stayed at the hospital for two reasons: first, to keep the person behind the scenes calm, and second, to wait and see who is stirring up trouble behind the scenes, using me as a pretext to try and disrupt the Su family and seize the island project!"

He abruptly changed the subject, his sharp gaze fixed on Su Zhenhai, each word like a hammer blow.

"Su Zhenhai, you keep claiming to be acting in the best interests of the Su family, yet behind the scenes you've been bribing kitchen apprentices to deliberately create trouble, and then you jump out to gain fame. What are you up to? Do you really think this old man can't see through you?"

"Or is your real target me, this old man?"

Su Zhenhai's face was ashen, and his legs trembled slightly.

He understood that he could not accept this situation under any circumstances, and he could not allow it to happen to him.

"Mr. Cai, you can't just listen to their side of the story! It was Gao Yang and Su Wanqing who framed me! I didn't!"

He gritted his teeth and roared.

"Trying to frame you?"

Gao Yang had already broken free of the security guards and slowly walked onto the stage, holding the transcript and photos handed to him by Qian Miao. He went straight to the microphone.

"The kitchen apprentice, A-Ming, has confessed everything. Send your men to contact him at the old pier on the island at dawn, offer him a large sum of money, and have him switch the dishes ahead of time to frame the kitchen for poisoning."

"Your black Santana with scratches on the front left door is irrefutable evidence. Amin's confession and identification records are all here."

"If you still have questions, we'll go together to check the physical evidence and the witnesses!"

He held the evidence high, allowing reporters below to take pictures. Every piece of paper and every line of text pointed directly at Su Zhenhai.

"You preemptively held a press conference, apologized on behalf of the Su family, and dismissed Wanqing, but only to solidify the Su family's guilt of dereliction of duty, seize power, and sell the entire Su family to the person behind you!"

The elders of the clan below the stage changed their expressions drastically. They looked at each other, and those who had just been supporting Su Zhenhai lowered their heads in panic, clearly not expecting to be used as pawns.

Looking at the evidence before him and listening to the overwhelming skepticism from below the stage, Su Zhenhai completely panicked.

He staggered back a few steps, repeatedly muttering "It wasn't me," but could no longer utter a single compelling defense.

Su Wanqing stepped forward, took the microphone, and spoke in a clear and firm voice, silencing the noise of the entire room.

"Today's events were all a conspiracy orchestrated by Su Zhenhai alone, and have nothing to do with the Su family's island project. We will cooperate with the police to thoroughly investigate this matter and hold all those who spread rumors and framed others legally accountable. The island will also be unsealed and resume operations as soon as possible."

As soon as he finished speaking, a series of steady footsteps came from the entrance of the venue, and several police officers walked straight in and came to Su Zhenhai.

"Su Zhenhai is suspected of commercial defamation, maliciously disrupting market order, and deliberately framing someone. Please come with us to cooperate with the investigation."

The cold handcuffs were put on Su Zhenhai's wrists, and he instantly collapsed to the ground, all his previous arrogance and scheming gone. He was dragged out of the venue in a disheveled state by the police.

The flashbulbs continued to go off in the audience, but there was no longer a trace of doubt about the Su family or Su Wanqing; all that remained was amazement at this dramatic reversal.

Looking down at the audience, Mr. Cai slowly put down the microphone, looked at Su Wanqing and Gao Yang beside him, and a gratified smile appeared in his eyes.

…………

Beijing.

"What's going on? Wasn't it said that old man from the Cai family was on his deathbed?!"

The mahogany desk was slammed down hard, causing the teacups on the table to clang and spill most of the tea, soaking the Yuncheng News newspaper that was spread out on the table.

The front page of the newspaper featured the news of the Yuncheng press conference taking a dramatic turn, with Su Zhenhai being taken away by the police. The headline was extremely jarring.

The man sitting in the main seat had a livid face, his whole body radiating a fierce aura, his eyes bloodshot as he stared at the report in front of him, gritting his teeth, his voice filled with barely suppressed rage.

"What's going on?! Wasn't this supposed to be a foolproof plan?!"

"I clearly received news that old man Cai was too sick to get out of bed, and Su Zhenhai had stabilized the situation in the Su family. How could things have completely turned upside down in just half a day!"

He swept the documents off the table, scattering them all over the floor in a grotesque and terrifying manner.

He had been planning this scheme against the Su family's island for months, planting Su Zhenhai as a pawn and meticulously designing a food poisoning trap, all to seize control of the Su family, swallow this lucrative prize, and open up the commercial arteries of Yuncheng.

They thought that Su Zhenhai's preemptive press conference would solidify Su Wanqing's guilt and leave the Su family with no chance of recovery, but in the end it turned into a joke. The pawn was caught, the whole game was lost, and his intentions were completely exposed!

"A bunch of useless trash!"

"Su Zhenhai is utterly useless. He had a winning hand, yet he was defeated by a cook and a little girl. He's incredibly stupid!"

The man was breathing heavily, and the murderous intent in his eyes was growing stronger. He clenched his fists tightly, and his knuckles turned white.

After calming down a bit, he picked up the landline on the table, dialed a number, and his voice was as cold as ice.

"Go, block Su Zhenhai's escape route. We must not let him utter a single word. If he dares to implicate me, his whole family will suffer."

The subordinate nodded hurriedly and left the room shakily.