I was forced to start the second round because I was raised in poverty

Chapter 343 The Intimidation of the White Dragon!
Jiang Shuyue's Lexus has a GPS electronic positioning system, which can actually track where Su Cheng went.

Jiang Shuyue's curiosity was piqued by Su Cheng from the very beginning.

When Su Cheng asked to borrow the car, Jiang Shuyue hesitated whether to open the car's infotainment app to check its movement trajectory.

Su Cheng's clothes and demeanor were different that day, so Jiang Shuyue had a vague feeling that Su Cheng seemed to have gone on a date with someone else.

Who is this "other person"...? She guessed it was most likely Ma Shuning.

But after much hesitation, Jiang Shuyue still didn't watch it.

She thinks this is not good.

Where Su Cheng goes is his privacy.

Who he dates is also his privacy.

Even if he goes on a date with Ma Shuning, it has nothing to do with her, right?

Does borrowing your car mean you have to know where Su Cheng went?
of course not!

Although Jiang Shuyue was very curious, she did not click to see the movement trajectory, and even turned off the usual prompts such as 'vehicle start' and 'vehicle stop'.

Jiang Shuyue often compared herself to Ma Shuning in her mind.

She and Ma Shuning are actually from two different worlds.

Ma Shuning is lively, cheerful, sunny, and handsome, more like a blazing fire.

Jiang Shuyue, at least in her own eyes, is a gentle and reserved girl.

Ma Shuning's confidence is what she sees as radiance, while her own quietness is seen as "dullness."

Ma Shuning sees her assertiveness as "capability," while her own gentleness is seen as "weakness."

In Jiang Shuyue's heart, Su Cheng was an outstanding man who deserved to be with the best person.

And Ma Shuning just happens to be the epitome of "the best" in her understanding.

Confident, beautiful, and decisive, she's like the perfect female lead in an urban drama.

Therefore, Su Cheng's date with Ma Shuning seemed like a natural progression to her.

Jiang Shuyue did not regard Ma Shuning as her rival in love. Instead, she chose a more relaxed and comfortable approach—treating Ma Shuning as her "idol" and role model.

She belatedly realized that she had begun to subtly observe Ma Shuning's outfits.

If Ma Shuning uses a new shade of lipstick today, Jiang Shuyue might secretly search for the same one online during her lunch break.

Let's just quietly ship this couple!
"I heard from Xiao Zhang that you're having some problems at work?"

"Well, it's not a big problem, it's just that there are some parts I don't quite understand."

“We are still pushing forward with the development, but no one from Mr. Ma’s side has shown up these past two days. We have been communicating through one of their managers.”

Jiang Shuyue's words piqued Su Cheng's curiosity: "Ma Ru didn't show up?"

"No."

Where is Ma Shuning?

"nor."

Ok?
Before Su Cheng could even think, she was interrupted by Zhang Yangwen, who had just seen the breaking news.

"Holy crap! Something terrible has happened!"

"Ma Yingyao has passed away."

Su Cheng: Huh??

Jiang Shuyue: ? ? ?

……

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The tea room at the Ma family villa.

Expensive mahogany furniture, calligraphy and paintings by famous artists hanging on the walls, and the air filled with the aroma of top-grade aged Pu'er tea.

The door was gently pushed open by the butler, who led Bai Zihua and Long Ruoli to the tea room to wait.

Bai Zihua wore a well-tailored dark Chinese-style suit, his steps steady, each one seemingly landing on one's heart.

He didn't look at anyone; his gaze simply swept slowly across the furnishings of the tea room.

This look isn't one of appreciation; it's like assessing the value of an object about to be destroyed.

This is Bai Zihua's outward aura of power.

A pure, physical sense of oppression stemming from absolute power.

The moment he sat down, the entire atmosphere of the space seemed to distort around him.

Bai Zihua barely uttered a single word from the moment he entered.

But he was also the person with the strongest presence in the entire space.

He doesn't need words to demonstrate his power; his silence itself is a thunderous force.

If Bai Zihua is like Mount Tai pressing down, then Long Ruoli is like a peerless sword, its blade gleaming coldly, ready to be drawn at any moment.

Her eyes were like the most deadly cold light reflected from the blade itself.

Long Ruoli is not tall, but her imposing presence is comparable to Bai Zihua's.

Bai Zihua and Long Ruoli have been sitting for ten minutes.

Ten minutes may only be a moment for an ordinary person.

But in this tea room, every second felt as heavy as mercury.

Bai Zihua sat in his chair like a rock, his imposing presence making the air itself seem to refuse to move.

Long Ruoli tapped the table lightly with her slender fingers, the crisp and rhythmic "tap...tap..." being the only sound in the room, striking the tense nerves of every member of the Ma family.

The butler had gone in to report three times, but Ma Yingyao still hadn't shown up.

The two viewed this behavior as a form of silent, passive resistance.

Just as Long Ruoli's patience was about to run out and the tapping of her fingertips became more and more rapid, the door to the tea room was suddenly pushed open.

It wasn't Ma Yingyao who barged in, but a young butler whose face was deathly pale.

Overwhelmed by fear and panic, he forgot even basic manners, his whole body trembling, his lips quivering, yet he couldn't utter a single word.

Long Ruoli's eyes were as cold as knives: "Speak."

"Mr. Ma... he... he has passed away!!"

This statement was like a bomb thrown into a stagnant pool.

Bai Zihua suddenly opened his eyes.

Long Ruoli's rhythmic tapping stopped abruptly at that moment.

Ma Yingyao is dead?!
This made Bai Zihua and Long Ruoli frown and exchange glances.

They came to confront the Ma family, demanding an explanation.

Why did Ma Yingyao have to die at this particular time of year?
This question flashed through the minds of Bai Zihua and Long Ruoli simultaneously, like a silent bolt of lightning.

They were like two top swordsmen, having assumed the perfect starting stance, only to find that their opponent had fallen before the duel even began.

The Ma family mansion was thrown into chaos, and even the old butler who had been receiving Bai Long and his companion rushed out without regard for his own safety.

Long Ruoli looked at Bai Zihua: "Was this old man scared to death?"

Bai Zihua shook his head: "It doesn't seem like it."

"Whether Ma Yingyao lives or dies has nothing to do with us. Just wait and see."

It didn't take long.

A chaotic symphony erupted from the Ma family residence.

The first sound was a woman's shrill and desperate scream, seemingly coming from a room inside the mansion.

The corridor echoed with the chaotic, frantic sound of countless feet running, like a swarm of headless flies.

Some people were shouting "Call an ambulance!", some were crying out "Dad!", and many more were making incomprehensible howls purely out of panic.

The once orderly Ma family home was transformed into an out-of-control madhouse in just a few minutes.

Bai Zihua closed his eyes again, leaned back in his chair, as if the chaos outside that could overturn a family was nothing more than an annoying thunderstorm outside the window, and had nothing to do with him.

His rock-solid aura shut out all the noise and panic. Their goal has always been the same.

Whether it's Ma Yingyao, his corpse, or someone from the Ma family who is about to take over, it makes no difference to them.

This chaos lasted for less than half an hour before the huge Ma family mansion returned to quiet.

The servants began to hang white mourning couplets in an orderly manner and to carry out various ceremonies.

It was as if nothing had happened half an hour ago.

The Ma family mansion doesn't look like a place that has just experienced a funeral; it's more like a stage for a power transition after the ceremony has been completed.

Half an hour later, the door to the tea room was pushed open again.

This time, it wasn't a flustered servant who walked in, but Ma Ru, dressed in a black formal suit.

There was no trace of the recent loss of his father on his face.

Ma Ru first made a polite gesture, and then explained, "My father has just passed away, and the house is in disarray. I apologize for any shortcomings in our hospitality, Mr. Bai and Ms. Long."

Long Ruoli's voice was soft, cool, and calm, but without any emotional fluctuation: "You know why you came to see me, right?"

Being stared at like this by Long Ruoli gives one the feeling of being completely deconstructed from the inside out.

It was as if all lies, all pretense, and all self-righteous cleverness were as transparent as children's tricks in her eyes.

Unlike Bai Zihua's heavy pressure, Long Ruoli's pressure is stronger because it is more precise and penetrating, directly targeting the most vulnerable parts of people's hearts.

Ma Ru forced a bitter and insincere smile: "I'm sorry, Ms. Long, I really don't know about this."

Bai Zihua slowly opened his eyes and looked the young man up and down. He had just lost his father but had quickly taken control of the situation within half an hour.

It turns out.

Ma Ru is not the same Ma Ru that Bai Zihua met when they first met.

Old Ma's youngest son has been lurking in the Ma family and in front of Old Ma for who knows how many years.

It was a mistake to assign this task to him in the first place.

Thinking of this, Bai Zihua felt even more guilty.

Long Ruoli reminded him, "About Su Cheng."

"President Su... has something happened to him?"

Ma Ru revealed an extremely sincere expression, full of confusion and concern.

He frowned slightly, as if trying to recall something: "I saw President Su a couple of days ago, he seemed to be doing well?"

Bai Zihua's expression darkened instantly; he disliked such verbal games.

“We don’t have time to play games with you. Call your sister out and explain things clearly.”

"Mr. Bai, what does this matter have to do with Shu Ning?"

Ma Ru's expression instantly became even more troubled and "worried".

"Mr. Bai, your words have put me in a difficult position."

Ma Ru adopted an extremely humble posture, even with a hint of pleading.

He knew, of course, that he couldn't confront the Emperor Group and show a tough stance.

Bai Zihua and Long Ruoli can be considered the representatives of the Emperor Group.

What is the strength of the Dihao Group?

They'll crush the Ma family like ants in no time.

“Shuning has always had chronic problems with anxiety and insomnia, and her emotions are easily volatile.”

"My condition worsened recently due to work stress and some arguments with my father."

"The doctor insisted that she go to an absolutely quiet place for treatment, without any disturbance, and all electronic devices were taken away."

Long Ruoli looked at Ma Ru with a penetrating gaze: "What do you mean? Not in Macau?"

"This... I don't know. My father sent her away, and only he knows where she is now."

Bai Zihua was annoyed.

Ma Ru even managed to shift the blame onto a dead person.

Bai Zihua slowly stood up, and his figure instantly brought a great sense of oppression to Ma Ru.

"I'm asking you one last time. To pay or not to pay?"

Ma Ru met Bai Zihua's gaze, her face still bearing that respectful yet troubled expression, but deep within her eyes lay a resolute determination to stand up to him without backing down.

"Mr. Bai, it's not that I don't want to pay."

Ma Ru bowed slightly further, his posture humble, yet his stance unwavering: "I truly cannot produce it. Even if you beat me to death here today, I still won't know where my sister is."

The air in the tea room seemed to freeze completely at that moment.

Ma Ru used the most polite and reasonable attitude to express the strongest refusal.

Looking at the meticulous young man in front of her, Long Ruoli understood that Ma Yingyao's sudden death would only force them to continue dealing with this difficult newcomer.

Bai Zihua was still angry and used his authority to force Ma Ru to hand over the person.

But Long Ruoli had already figured out the situation and forcibly pulled Bai Zihua away.

At this moment, Ma Ru was like a ball of cotton wrapped with steel needles. A heavy punch would not only fail to hurt him, but might even pierce him with the sharpness hidden within.

Since Ma Yingyao is dead, there's no need for him to communicate with a junior like Ma Ru.

Bai Zihua understood, of course, that Ma Ru's stubborn resistance left him with no way to deal with it.

He hadn't originally planned to communicate with the Ma family, but Long Ruoli insisted on coming first.

What's the use?

Ma Ru is one of the masterminds behind this. Can he admit it?

This kid will behave himself when the Flying Tigers arrive tomorrow.

There's no need to waste time talking to the Ma family.

Long Ruoli originally planned to have Ma Yingyao come forward, but no one expected that Ma Yingyao would suddenly die at this critical juncture, which dashed her hopes.

"Mr. Bai, let's go first."

The two left without looking back.

"Mr. Bai, Mr. Long, I won't see you off yet."

The moment the door was sewn shut, Ma Ru, who had just been calm, composed, meticulous, and even resolute, collapsed as if all her strength had been drained.

An irrepressible warmth quickly soaked his underwear, and then his expensive black trousers.

On the dark fabric, a darker, damp stain is quietly expanding.

Compared to his father's death, Bai Zihua and Long Ruoli put more pressure on him.

Ma Ru believes she has met many people, but she has never felt that kind of intimidation in her life.

It's ten times, even a hundred times, more than what Dad usually shows!
A larger, purer fear, like a cold tide, surged in from all directions and eventually overwhelmed him completely.

Ma Ru belatedly realized that her clothes were wet.

He never expected that Bai Zihua would find out the news so quickly.

His original plan was to keep things hidden until Shu Ning was eight or nine months pregnant or about to give birth before taking action.

The die is cast, and the Su family has no choice but to accept it.

But Bai Zihua's speed of action far exceeded his expectations.

It's only been three days, and the Su family already knows the news?

Long Ruoli's look meant that they had already investigated everything that she and Shu Ning had done.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have come to confront us like this.

It's true that Ma Ru withstood the pressure, but it seems he also received a judgment notice regarding him and the Ma family.

Su Cheng's identity doesn't seem to be as simple as he imagined.

Could it be that……

(End of this chapter)