Living in a county town, starting as a stock market maker...

A doorbell ring ignites a family war!

The atmosphere in the room was so stiff it was suffocating.

"Ding-dong—"

The sudden ringing of the doorbell broke the silence.

The mother and son in the bedroom and Gu Yuanshan, who was smoking in the living room, were all stunned.

Who?

Who would it be at this moment?

Gu Yuanshan stubbed out his cigarette, stood up, and hesitated before walking toward the door. He glanced out through the peephole and froze.

Two women were standing outside the door.

He was so good-looking that even this honest middle-aged man didn't dare to look him in the eye.

A woman wearing a beige trench coat, with curly hair and a cool gaze, exuded an aura that was not something an ordinary person could possess, simply by standing there.

It's Su Qingying.

Another girl, dressed in a pink tracksuit with her hair in a high ponytail, looked on with barely concealed curiosity and excitement.

It's Shen An'an.

Gu Yuanshan was a little dazed.

He recognized Su Qingying; she was the big boss from Beijing who had come to his house last time and said she would invest tens of millions in his son.

But who is the other girl? She looks younger and richer.

Why did these two come together?

While he was still hesitating, Shen An'an outside grew impatient and rang the doorbell again, the clear sound carrying in.

Gu Yuanshan had no choice but to bite the bullet and open the door.

Hello, Uncle.

As soon as the door opened, Shen An'an poked half her head in, smiling brightly, acting as if she were no stranger to the family.

Su Qingying nodded politely.

"Good evening, Uncle. I apologize for the sudden visit."

Gu Yuanshan awkwardly rubbed his hands, unsure of what to say, and could only mumble "Hey, hey" twice as he stepped aside.

Shen An'an darted into the living room and shouted at the top of her lungs.

"Gu Ming."

"I've come to see Chen Mo scaling walls and rooftops."

The shout was loud and joyful. But in this room filled with gossip and panic, it sounded particularly jarring.

The bedroom door was flung open with a "whoosh".

Meng Xiaoyan rushed out with red eyes.

She was already startled by the doorbell, and now that Shen An'an shouted, her anger exploded instantly.

He stared intently at the two women in the living room.

Their gazes first fell on Su Qingying.

This is the woman.

Last time he came, a few words made everyone in the compound think that his son had hooked up with a rich man.

That time, when he casually mentioned giving her a house in Sanya, it scared her so much that she couldn't sleep for several days.

Her calm and composed demeanor in the face of adversity made Meng Xiaoyan feel the pressure that comes with being wealthy.

Then, her gaze shifted to Shen An'an beside her.

The girl's pink tracksuit looked like it was made of high-quality material, and Meng Xiaoyan had seen her limited-edition sneakers on TV before; she'd heard they cost several thousand yuan a pair.

And her face—it's clear she was raised on a mountain of gold and silver, unaware of the taste of sorrow; she's not the kind of girl an ordinary family could raise.

two.

Two more of these wealthy people.

They came together.

The unpleasant gossip in Meng Xiaoyan's mind instantly took on concrete forms.

What kind of forced prostitution and nude photoshoots are these?

These words were too filthy; she refused to believe that her son had done them.

However, he took the girls under his command to play games like scaling walls and leaping across rooftops.

Isn't that what Shen An'an just shouted?

Isn't this just ridiculous?

Isn't this going against the right path?

These wealthy people, who have no worries about food and drink, like to seek thrills.

This is how they play with their sons.

He raised a perfectly good child to the point that he quit his secure job, stopped doing anything productive, and spent all his time thinking about these random things.

What media companies and internet celebrities? Aren't they just playing along with these rich people and making them happy?

How is this any different from the actors who performed for high-ranking officials and nobles in ancient times?

Meng Xiaoyan felt a tightness in her chest and was panting with anger. Her eyes were filled with hatred as she glared at Su Qingying and Shen An'an, feeling humiliated.

Meanwhile, Su Qingying and Shen An'an also sensed that something was wrong.

Shen An'an's loud and boisterous chatter gradually fell silent after seeing Meng Xiaoyan's pale and fiery face.

She blinked, somewhat bewildered.

What happened?

The aunt's expression was terrifying.

Why does it look like they're about to eat people?

Su Qingying, however, was more perceptive.

She sensed something was off as soon as she entered the house.

It's too quiet.

The living room was filled with the acrid smell of smoke.

Uncle Gu's expression was that of an honest man facing a catastrophe.

Now, Gu Ming's mother bursts out of the bedroom...

His eyes were red and swollen, clearly he had just been crying.

That look wasn't directed at his son's friends or business partners.

There was resentment, disdain, and hatred in his eyes.

Does she hate us?

Her mind was racing.

Why?

Is it because of the house I gave her last time that she felt I was using money to humiliate her?

Or... something happened that she didn't know about?

She subconsciously glanced towards the bedroom door.

Gu Mingzheng stood there, dressed in his pajamas, his brows furrowed, his face equally grim.

His gaze swept across the living room, past his mother who was on the verge of collapse, his father who was at a loss, and Shen An'an who looked puzzled, before finally landing on Su Qingying's face.

Eyes facing each other.

Gu Ming understood the question from her eyes.

Su Qingying also saw an unprecedented weariness and helplessness in his eyes.

It's like falling into a quagmire; you have the strength but can't use it.

He got into trouble.

And it's something really serious.

This is Su Qingying's only conclusion.

A suffocating silence fell over the small living room once again.

As for Gu Ming... looking at everything before him, he felt like a clumsy director.

They intended to make a blockbuster, but it turned into a tacky family drama.

Everything, all the misunderstandings, young and old, were crammed into this living room of less than 20 square meters because of their presence.