After five bigwigs in Beijing's elite circle fell into their trap, I fled.

Chapter 30 The Man Who Belongs Only to You

Li Yubai looked slightly embarrassed: "Master Jiang, I can buy new ones for them and pay the breach of contract fee."

"No way! What they bought wasn't fabric, it was your scent..."

Li Yubai gestured for his assistant, Yang, to go out first.

When only the two of them were left, he leaned closer to her and softened his voice in her ear:
"You're still young, you don't understand. In adults' understanding, the act of entwining breaths is an intimate interaction that only couples can have..."

Jiang Shu's face felt a little hot.

Li Yubai sighed softly: "My patron, according to the contract, I am now your man alone. Do you want my private possessions to be defiled by others?"

Jiang Shu blinked, looking down at her toes: "That makes sense, but I still feel like you're playing a game of sophistry..."

……

Li Yubai's bathrobe and shirt were never sent out.

The customer returned the goods themselves.

As for why the item was returned...

The socialite from Beijing, Miss Ning, whose bathrobe was photographed, had all her bank cards frozen. Chairman Ning pointed at his daughter's nose and berated her:

"In two months, the Ning family will be engaged to the Chu family through marriage. It's all over the industry that you got Li Yubai's bathrobe. What do you think the Chu family will think?"

Miss Ning burst into tears: "I just wanted to keep a memento... I've liked him for so many years!"

"Since you've liked him for so many years, don't you know what kind of person he is? He's extremely averse to having his personal belongings touched. If you really get his robe, you won't become the matriarch of the Li family; you'll only be a ghost in the Ning family!"

Then, Chairman Ning personally called Li Yubai to apologize and offered to cancel the order.

“Canceling the order is bad luck, especially since it’s the first order after the live stream started.” Li Yubai’s voice sounded rather cheerful on the phone. “The order amount is non-refundable. I’ll send a small gift when your daughter gets married.”

Chairman Ning agreed with a mixture of trepidation and delight.

After hanging up with Chairman Ning, Li Yubai found the phone number of another socialite from Beijing who had bought the shirt and dialed her elders directly...

After the matter was resolved, Li Yubai saw Jiang Shu out.

After Jiang Shu had walked away, Assistant Yang hesitated before stepping forward: "Boss, I reckon the entire livestream room is full of items of the same caliber as what was shown in last night's livestream..."

Li Yubai: "Mm."

Assistant Yang, observing his boss's expression, said, "Should I prepare a box of nitroglycerin pills in advance? It's quite exciting to try and open blind boxes every time!"

Li Yubai said calmly, "Buy another box of sunscreen. After you finish the live stream, go and guard that mine in F Continent."

Assistant Yang reluctantly shut his mouth.

Li Yubai glanced at him: "Just how much junk did you pick up from me?"

……

Jiang Shu was walking along the road when a voice call window suddenly popped up on her phone.

She leaned against the school's outer wall, where dense ivy enclosed a tranquil space. The girl lazily answered the voice call:
"Ok?"

Over there, FY's young master's slightly aggrieved voice rang out: "I watched your live stream yesterday."

Jiang Shu: "Mm."

"My mortal enemy Li Yubai, and that brat Yan Yu who hasn't even grown his hair yet, are both 'one of them' to you?"

Jiang Shu: "Hmm?"

"You're just pretending!" The man on the other end of the line was full of resentment, speaking in a jealous tone. "They've already offered you their nightgowns as a sacrifice, and you dare say you have nothing to do with them?!"

Jiang Shu replied casually, "Oh, think what you want."

FY's young master suppressed the urge to explode: "You're a scumbag! I don't care! I'm going to be by your side right now."

Jiang Shu paused for a moment: "Coming to compete for favor?"

FY's young master sneered: "Do I need to compete? Just tell me, am I the one with the highest status in your heart?"

Jiang Shu gave a perfunctory "hmm".

The man on the other end gritted his teeth: "Little liar!"

Jiang Shu was too lazy to waste words: "The grave you bought..." "I bought it for myself a couple of years ago—I bought more than a dozen auspicious graves all over the world."

Jiang Shu was speechless: "Why buy so many?"

"I live alone." The man's voice was lazy and unserious. "My frail body, which may never see the sun again, and with no one to care for me, I thought that if I died, I would bury myself in a dozen or so auspicious burial sites. That way, I could gather the essence of all the dragon veins in the world and maybe even become a spirit?"

Jiang Shu sighed: "Dismembering yourself, only you could come up with that idea—that grave in the Alaskan mountains..."

"If nobody wants it, just tear up the contract."

“No, what I meant was,” Jiang Shu paused, a hint of melancholy in her eyes, “that the feng shui is indeed excellent, and I should keep it.”

"Are you crazy?" the other person suddenly became agitated. "You don't care about anything else, but you're after my burial ground! Don't even think about it!"

"If you don't give it to me, I'll dig up your grave and move in wherever you're buried," Jiang Shu threatened.

"..." The young master of FY was silent for two seconds, then, for some reason, he was amused again and chuckled, "If you want to be buried together, then first give him the title—"

"boom!"

A huge explosion suddenly rang out on the other end of the audio line, followed by a series of ear-piercing crashes that sounded like the roar of a demon.

Then, the sound on the other end suddenly disappeared, becoming eerily quiet.

Jiang Shu's originally languid expression gradually became serious.

"Sickly boy," she called softly, "What's wrong with you?"

There was no further response.

In almost three minutes, an explosive news story quickly topped the global trending searches!
[FY's resort beach villa complex in the Hamptons, USA, was attacked by terrorists; the fate of FY's heir is unknown.]

[FY's heir is suspected of being in an accident; stock price plummets to limit down]

The fate of FY's sole heir remains uncertain; what will become of FY's vast empire?

[A powerful figure in the entertainment industry suffers a sudden misfortune, raising concerns about a potential major reshuffle in the global media industry]

The Queen of Country Y and the Royal Family of Country H sent their condolences, and ten of the world's top medical teams quickly assembled in the Hamptons.

……

Country M. FY Villa District.

The ground was charred black, ruins were everywhere, and acrid smoke drifted in all directions...

The current chairman of the FY conglomerate, Mr. Feng, swayed precariously with the help of others. Rescue teams moved back and forth among the ruins of the villa, carrying out one charred body after another.

"Where is my grandson! Have you found my grandson yet!" Old Master Feng's voice was dry, and his eyes were bloodshot.

Behind him, hundreds of high-ranking executives of the FY conglomerate stood silently, the atmosphere heavy.

The old butler, who had narrowly escaped death, trembled as he comforted him, "Master, don't worry, the young master is a lucky man..."

"Have you found out who did it?!" Old Master Feng was imposing without being angry, but the shock of his grandson's life hanging in the balance made him look several years older in an instant.

Behind him, the director of the M country's security bureau personally delivered the inspection results:

"Chairman, according to our professional analysis, this villa is a bomb that was remotely transmitted. The target was clear, and it can be considered a deliberate attack."

Old Master Feng's face was as cold as ice: "My grandson's villa is equipped with a top-level security system personally set up by your Security Bureau, and the bomb detection and interception system is the highest-level configuration."

“Yes,” the Director of the Security Bureau said apologetically, “so we suggest you talk to the head of RC1.”

"RC1?"

"The world's number one arms manufacturing base." The director of the Security Bureau said in a strange tone, "The bomb that destroyed FY Manor was a new type of locating bomb that the base had just developed last week, which can ignore the most advanced bomb tracking systems."

"RC1?" Old Master Feng's face darkened. "Rong Jingchen?"

"Yes, we have just connected to a video conference. The FBI, China's special agencies, and the security agencies of the United States have all sent high-ranking officials to participate in the meeting. They will definitely get an explanation for FY."

The head of the security bureau swiped his phone to the video conference page. In the dark sea, the culprit had a cold expression and sinister, icy eyes.

Old Master Feng glared at him: "Nephew Rong, you and my son Ali have been close since childhood. Tell me honestly—"

"Yes, I blew it up."

(End of this chapter)