Who's going to be the female lead's simp? Aren't the supporting female characters mor

The Jiang family's old house is located in a deep alley in Houhai. It has blue bricks and gray tiles, and the two stone lions at the entrance have been polished by the years.

Unlike the solemnity of Xishan Villa and the luxury of Guomao, this place exudes a sense of quiet seclusion amidst the bustling city.

The Maybach stopped at the door without honking its horn.

Chen Mo skillfully turned off the engine and opened the car door for Bai Jingyou.

"Wait in the car," Bai Jingyou instructed, then stepped forward and rang the doorbell alone.

The old butler of the Jiang family opened the door. Upon seeing Bai Jingyou, his deeply lined face instantly filled with wrinkles: "Young Master Bai is here? Miss is still tinkering with those machines in the attic. She hasn't even had dinner yet."

"I understand, Uncle Fu, you can go and rest now."

Bai Jingyou navigated the courtyard with practiced ease and climbed the wooden stairs to the attic.

Before even entering, I could hear the rapid, frantic clatter of keyboards, like a downpour. Pushing open the door, a wave of heat, a mixture of coffee aroma and the burnt smell of electronic devices, hit me.

"There's a logical deadlock in this line of code... Damn it, why is there a self-destruct program running on the Shen family's firewall...?"

She was muttering to herself, completely unaware that someone had appeared behind her.

Until a cup of warm milk was gently pressed against her cheek.

"Ah!" Jiang Mengyao jumped in fright, dropping the toast she was eating onto the keyboard. She whirled around and saw Bai Jingyou's ambiguous smile, immediately letting out a sigh of relief before puffing out her cheeks: "Bai Jingyou! Did you scare me to death so you could inherit my server?"

"Your server is too noisy, I'm not interested." Bai Jingyou bent down, picked up the slice of toast, threw it into the trash can, and handed her the milk. "Uncle Fu said you didn't eat dinner? Trying to become an immortal?"

"I don't have time to eat." Jiang Mengyao took a big gulp of milk, comfortably squinted her eyes, and pointed at the dense data streams on the screen. "The Shen family's data center is a giant junkyard. I have to sift out the useful stuff bit by bit. But..."

She paused, then her eyes suddenly brightened, like a cunning little fox that had just stolen some fish: "Guess what I found?"

"Chen Tianyu, three billion." Bai Jingyou pulled up a chair and sat down, stretching his long legs out casually, his tone as calm as if he were talking about the weather.

Jiang Mengyao nearly spat out the milk in her mouth: "Cough cough... You! How did you know? I just cracked the third layer of encryption on the Chen family's overseas account!"

"Someone sent me a pledge of allegiance." Bai Jingyou reached out to wipe the milk stains from the corner of her mouth, the action as natural as if he had done it a thousand times before. "But I don't trust her, I only trust you."

Just four simple words: "I only believe in you."

Jiang Mengyao's face flushed instantly, her eyes darting nervously towards the screen: "You...you're so glib. Since you already know, I'll just say it directly. This young master of the Chen family is incredibly audacious."

Her fingers flew across the keyboard, bringing up a complex chart of fund flows.

"This 3 billion wasn't transferred all at once, but rather over three years, through more than 200 shell companies, and finally into an offshore trust located in the Cayman Islands." Jiang Mengyao pushed up her glasses, switching into professional mode. "The most interesting thing is that although the beneficiary of this trust is a pseudonym, I tracked the IP address and found that the account's operations frequently appeared in major casinos and... auction houses in London."

"Chen Tianyu likes antiques." Bai Jingyou looked at the red lines on the screen. "It seems that this young master Chen is living a very comfortable life abroad."

"Refreshing? It's quite refreshing." Jiang Mengyao sneered. "I also checked and found that there was a large expenditure in this account recently. It bought fuel surcharges for a private flight from London to Beijing at 2 a.m. tomorrow... no, tonight."

Bai Jingyou's gaze suddenly sharpened.

The text message from that unknown number was correct.

"Can you find out the specific information about this aircraft?" Bai Jingyou asked.

"A piece of cake." Jiang Mengyao's fingers flew across the keyboard. "The air traffic control bureau's intranet is like my backyard... Found it! Gulfstream G650, registration number VP-C77, the applied route code is 'King'. Tsk tsk, 'King' indeed, does it really think it's the king returning from the ashes?"

"Two in the morning, Terminal 3 business jet terminal." Jiang Mengyao turned to Bai Jingyou. "Are you going to intercept him?"

"They've come all this way to die, and if I don't go to welcome them back, wouldn't that make the people of the capital seem unhospitable?" Bai Jingyou stood up, straightened his collar, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

Jiang Mengyao watched his retreating figure and suddenly called out, "Hey!"

Bai Jingyou turned around.

"Be careful." Jiang Mengyao bit her lip. "Although the Chen family has financial loopholes, Chen He is no pushover. And... when I was tracking the funds just now, I discovered a strange data stream that was also watching this money. The other party's technology is very advanced, no less than mine."

"A third party?" Bai Jingyou frowned slightly.

"Hmm, it seems like a ghost." Jiang Mengyao's expression was grave. "I don't know if it's friend or foe, but you should be careful."

"Okay." Bai Jingyou walked to the door, then suddenly stopped, waved his hand with his back to her, and said, "Go to sleep early. I'll bring you some sugar-coated sesame cakes from that shop in the south of the city tomorrow."

The attic door closed. Jiang Mengyao looked at the closed door, a smile involuntarily creeping onto her lips. She muttered, "Who cares about your sugar-coated sesame cakes..."

Then he turned around, his eyes instantly turning sharp, and his fingers once again blurred across the keyboard.

"You dare play stalking under my nose? Whoever you are, show yourself!"

……

At 1:45 a.m., Terminal 3 of Beijing Capital International Airport.

The VIP lounge of the business jet terminal was unusually quiet at this moment. Several black vans were parked silently by the roadside, their windows tinted so that the people inside could not be seen.

Baek Kyung-woo sat in the back seat of the Maybach, an unlit cigarette between his fingers.

"Young Master, it's confirmed." Chen Mo put down his phone, his voice low. "The Gulfstream G650 has entered the approach control area and is expected to land in fifteen minutes. The person picking it up is the Chen family's butler, accompanied by four bodyguards."

"Chen He didn't come?"

"He didn't come. Apparently, he had heart problems and went to bed a long time ago."

"Heart problems?" Bai Jingyou sneered, snapping the cigarette in his hand. "I bet you're feeling guilty, afraid you'll beat this spendthrift to death on the spot if you see him."

Chen He must have known about the Chen family's 3 billion yuan deficit for a long time. But he chose to conceal it, and even called his son back at this critical juncture. The only explanation is that he wanted to plug the hole or hide the person before things completely exploded.

Unfortunately, he was too late.

A massive roar of engines ripped through the night sky. A sleek white private jet pierced through the clouds, landed smoothly on the runway, and taxied toward the business jet terminal.

The hatch opened and the gangway slowly descended.

A young man wearing a British-style trench coat and sunglasses walked out. He looked to be under thirty, tall and thin, with a pale face that suggested long-term excessive indulgence and an arrogant air of superiority.

It was Chen Tianyu, the eldest son of the Chen family.

He was followed by two hot blonde women, each carrying a Louis Vuitton travel bag.

"This awful weather is disgusting." Chen Tianyu took off his sunglasses, glanced disdainfully at the hazy sky, and cursed at the approaching butler, "Where's the old man? Why didn't he come to pick me up himself?"

"Young Master, the Master is unwell." The old butler respectfully took the luggage. "The carriage is ready. Please go home now, Young Master. The Master is waiting for you."

"What's the rush? I just landed, I'm starving, let's go get something to eat first." Chen Tianyu waved his hand impatiently, then grabbed one of the blonde women and started to climb into the car.

Just then, two blinding headlights suddenly turned on, shining directly onto Chen Tianyu's face.

"Who?!" Chen Tianyu instinctively raised his hand to shield his eyes, cursing, "Who dares to mess with me? Don't they know who I am?"

In the bright light, the door of the Maybach opened.

Bai Jingyou walked towards Chen Tianyu against the light, his shadow stretching long like a sharp sword.

"Young Master Chen, you're quite the big shot."

The cold, clear sound echoed across the empty tarmac.

Chen Tianyu squinted, and it took him a while to get a better look at the person.

He paused for a moment, then let out a sneer: "Who do we have here? What, you heard you were begging in Beijing, so you came all the way to the airport to ambush me, hoping to get a few coins?"

Chen Tianyu lives abroad most of the time and knows very little about the recent events in China.

The old butler's expression changed instantly. He stepped forward, blocking Chen Tianyu's path, his voice trembling slightly, "Mr. Bai... Mr. Bai, what are you doing here so late?"

"President Bai?" Chen Tianyu frowned, kicking the butler in the backside. "Old man, are you senile? Calling him President Bai? Does he deserve it?"

"Young Master Chen doesn't really pay much attention to domestic news." Bai Jingyou stopped five meters away from Chen Tianyu, hands in his pockets, expression indifferent. "But it's okay, you'll soon have plenty of time to catch up."

"What do you mean?" Although Chen Tianyu was arrogant, he also sensed that something was wrong with the atmosphere.

The cars that originally belonged to the Chen family to pick them up were completely silent, and the bodyguards seemed to be dead.

"The meaning is very simple."

Bai Jingyou snapped his fingers.

Chen Mo emerged from the darkness, holding the newly printed fund flow chart in his hand, and threw it directly at Chen Tianyu's face.

Whoosh!

Paper flew everywhere.

"Cayman Islands, Blue Aurora Trust Fund, account ending in 8899." Bai Jingyou slowly recited a string of numbers, watching Chen Tianyu's instantly frozen expression. "Young Master Chen, are you planning to use these two foreign women to fill this 3 billion hole?"

Chen Tianyu's pupils suddenly contracted, and his face turned ashen.

This is his biggest secret! Nobody knows about it except him and the money laundering middleman!

"You... what nonsense are you spouting! I don't understand what you're talking about!" Chen Tianyu roared, his voice trembling with fear. "Guards! Get this madman out of here!"

However, the surroundings were deathly silent.

The four bodyguards from the Chen family were being silently pinned against the car door by another group of men in black, their mouths completely gagged.

Those were the elite of DeepBlue Technology's security department, and also the former top enforcers of the Shen family.

"Young Master Chen, save your energy." Bai Jingyou walked up to Chen Tianyu, looking down at this once arrogant spoiled brat. "In this capital city, I'm the one who calls the shots now."

"You... what do you want?" Chen Tianyu finally felt fear. He took two steps back, almost tripping over his own trench coat. "My dad is Chen He! If you dare touch me..."

"Touch you?" Bai Jingyou chuckled, reaching out to straighten Chen Tianyu's disheveled collar, his movements as gentle as if he were treating an old friend.