Chapter 95: The Wrath of the Long Family

In the Long family residence in Yanjing, Long Zhentian stood with his hands behind his back, gazing quietly out the window.

“Have you found out who targeted Ling’er?”

A middle-aged man behind him lowered his head respectfully and replied, “Master Long, it was the Jin family who made the move.”

“The girl currently with Miss, Yang Mengke, was formerly a third-rate singer in the entertainment industry—known as Yang Meng.”

“By chance, she once met Jin Yongcheng, the third young master of the Jin family, at a banquet. Jin Yongcheng immediately expressed his interest in pursuing her.”

“Yang Meng refused. According to my investigation, it seems she accidentally learned one of the Jin family’s secrets, which made them murderous.”

“So they carefully orchestrated a fire, almost killing Yang Meng on the spot.”

“By all rights, Yang Meng should have died. Yet, for some unknown reason, she miraculously survived. Furthermore, her appearance and aura seem to have improved.”

“She debuted again, this time using her real name—Yang Mengke.”

“Recently, that Su Bai, who grew up with Yang Mengke in the orphanage, is often seen with her. Those who knew them back then recall that Yang Mengke recognized Su Bai as her elder brother from a very young age.”

“This detail seems beyond doubt.”

“They’ve always been very close siblings.”

“Previously, Su Bai owned a modestly successful gaming company—he was well-off.”

“Later, because Yang Mengke wanted to pursue her dream of becoming a singer, and Su Bai feared she’d be subjected to the industry’s dark side, he started a media company to support her career.”

“As a result, the Jin family struck at them.”

“In the end, to save Yang Meng, and under the Jin family’s deliberate machinations, both of Su Bai’s companies went bankrupt, leaving him no choice but to become a food delivery man.”

“According to doctors at the Magic City Hospital, while Yang Mengke was hospitalized, she seemed to recover quickly thanks to some unknown medication, despite previously being in critical condition.”

“At the same time, Su Bai rose to prominence overnight with his song ‘The Lone Brave’.”

“As for the events that followed, you are already aware, Master Long.”

“The only remaining mystery is the source of the medication used to treat Yang Mengke—no one knows where it came from.”

“It’s said the Jin family is also investigating this matter.”

Long Zhentian nodded slightly.

As long as the friends beside Ling’er had no major issues with their backgrounds, that was enough.

As for the Jin family—heh. If they dared to lay a hand on my granddaughter, they will have to answer to my wrath. I don’t care if it was an accident.

“Send the Four Dragon Guards. The one who hurt Ling’er has no right to continue living.”

“Yes, Master Long!”

Long Zhentian looked at the bookshelf, where a photo of Long Ling’er as a child was placed.

He recalled asking her once: “Ling’er, what do you want to be when you grow up?”

Her young face was filled with determination. “I want to be like Daddy—go to the frontlines, slay enemies, and protect the peace of Daxia!”

Long Zhentian had laughed heartily then. “Good! As expected of my granddaughter—ambitious!”

Back then, he had been so proud: to have raised such an outstanding son and to have such an aspiring granddaughter.

He felt his life was completely fulfilled.

But five years later, tragedy struck. Overnight, Long Zhentian seemed to age ten years.

His son, while on a mission, had perished in service.

From that moment on, Long Zhentian forbade his granddaughter from participating in any training or joining any official department.

He had already lost his beloved son.

He couldn’t bear to lose his cherished granddaughter as well.

So, even when Long Ling’er acted out, he indulged her.

The other families in Yanjing all knew the Long family’s situation.

They respected the family for the son who died protecting Daxia.

As for Ling’er’s mischief, they simply turned a blind eye, unwilling to provoke Long Zhentian’s anger.

But now, the Jin family, self-styled as royalty, had dared to hurt Long Ling’er.

What kind of earthquake would erupt from Old Master Long’s fury? All of Yanjing waited with bated breath.

At the Forbidden City, after shooting a promotional film, Su Bai collapsed onto the ground, exhausted.

Even with his superior physical endurance, he was nearly spent.

The camera crew had changed shifts several times already!

There was no helping it—the Forbidden City was simply too vast.

The organizers wanted to film as many locations as possible, so they could later decide which scenes fit best during editing.

Thus, the entire day, Su Bai was filming nonstop, singing “Dragon Scale of Heaven and Earth” repeatedly.

The staff, who hadn’t known much about Su Bai before, now held him in high esteem.

The crew members, all veterans of outdoor shoots, were thoroughly worn out after several shifts.

Yet Su Bai never stopped.

Even at the end, his singing remained steady, his breath unwavering despite the fatigue—a feat everyone admired most.

Zhang Mingke, too, sat beside Su Bai, panting heavily from exhaustion.

“I say, Su Bai, why put yourself through this?”

“This was at least a week’s work—maybe two. But you insisted on finishing in a single day!”

“I know your schedule must be packed, and time is money. But this is too much!”

“I just sat and watched while you filmed, and I’m exhausted. What kind of stamina do you have?”

Su Bai chuckled, “This is nothing. I built up my endurance while delivering food.”

“Back then, I’d be out for fourteen, fifteen hours a day without a break—and I survived!”

“Life is better now, but I can’t forget those hard times.”

Su Bai’s casual remark made Zhang Mingke’s heart ache.

Yes, Su Bai was a sensation now—the hottest star in all Daxia.

But who would remember that just over a month ago, this very star was rushing about for a few yuan a delivery?

You can’t judge a person by their current glamour.

You never know what they’ve endured before their moment in the spotlight, or behind it.

Zhang Mingke hadn’t understood this before.

But after a day of shooting, he truly understood.

This man was relentless.

“By the way, do you plan to appear on any variety shows?”

“My old classmate at Tiandu Entertainment asked me to check if you were interested—they’re putting together a new show.”

“If you’re interested, you could consider it.”

Su Bai nodded, promising to give it serious thought.

Last time Tiandu Entertainment approached him, he’d used Huisi Capital as an excuse to decline. What excuse would he use this time?

He couldn’t help but smile wryly.

Fame came with its own troubles.

It wasn’t that he couldn’t participate—it was that he couldn’t sign any contracts.

That was his bottom line. As for how to negotiate, he’d have to wait and see.