Chapter 1 The Beginning

The next morning.

Su Yehao was awakened by his alarm clock and stretched as he brushed his teeth and washed his face.

His suite included a study, a walk-in closet, and a bathroom with a jacuzzi, covering an area of over a hundred square meters, which was quite spacious.

Aside from the luxury.

What pleased him most was that no matter how messy it got, everything would be back to normal when he returned home in the evening.

Dirty clothes were washed and ironed, fresh pastries and fruits were placed on the desk, the flowers in the vase were changed every other day, and even the air carried a citrus perfume scent.

Of course, there was no mysterious snail fairy; all of this was thanks to the nannies in the house.

The second and third mistresses never lifted a finger, spending their days drinking tea with friends, shopping, playing cards, or watching television.

They barely kept to the rules, and their expenses were within a reasonable range. They had no chance to pocket money and didn't dare to reach out recklessly.

Despite their apparent prominence in public, they had no official status or children, and might be kicked out someday.

After all, they were beautiful in their younger years, but now they were both over forty years old, completely outmatched by the younger girls, and could only rely on past affections, hoping that Father Su would show some conscience.

Their sense of crisis had always been there, and it continued to increase with age, wrinkles, and sagging figures.

The second mistress was better off, with some assets in her name.

The third mistress was weaker and suppressed by the second mistress, never getting ahead all these years.

As for Su Yehao... the only son in the family, with his own mother helping him, the two mistresses certainly wouldn't dare to provoke him, so his status was naturally not bad.

Stories of being bullied by a "stepmother" had never happened in all these years.

Because once Su Yehao complained and played the victim, his mother, as the legal wife, would tear those two mistresses apart, and they wouldn't have a good life afterward.

After all, half of Father Su's assets and shares belonged to Su Yehao's mother.

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"Xiao Hao, are you awake? Would you like a bowl of fish maw chicken soup? It's good for nourishing and beautifying the skin during the changing seasons. You're tired from school and need nutrition."

It was the third mistress speaking.

She was dressed neatly and exquisitely early in the morning, probably going shopping with other wealthy ladies again.

Still not used to being around them, it always felt strange, as if openly keeping a mistress in the house. Therefore, Su Yehao could fully understand his mother's decision to leave.

With other things to worry about, Su Yehao looked toward the door and casually said, "Okay, I'll have a bowl. Where's my dad?"

The second mistress replied with a smile, "He's exercising in the yard. He twisted his waist playing golf yesterday. There's news about you in the newspaper again. Your dad almost had a heart attack after seeing it this morning. The family business is busy lately, so please don't make him angry."

Su Yehao was puzzled and picked up a newspaper, following the direction the second mistress pointed.

After reading it, he found that the newspaper was called "Vegas Daily," and his picture was on the front page with a large headline: "Thirty Billion Fortune Heir—Just an Ordinary, Plain Life?"

Seeing this headline, Su Yehao's heart sank.

Then he read on, only to find the article describing him in a mocking tone as a clueless rich kid, riding to school in a Rolls-Royce, wearing a watch worth more than two million, and accompanied by a beautiful girl, Jiang Yu.

Never underestimate the writing skills of local newspaper editors. Their ability to sensationalize and exaggerate far surpassed that of their mainland counterparts today.

After reading it carefully, Su Yehao was furious.

The accompanying picture was quite large, with circles around the watch and car, and the caption "Slander! They're slandering me!"

Not only that.

Then he picked up another newspaper, "Hong Kong Morning Post," which had a much larger circulation than "Vegas Daily."

Su Yehao wasn't on the front page, but he was in a prominent position near the bottom.

The article was titled "Ignoring the Woman Who Would Save a Man Fifty Years of Struggle, Vegas Su Family's Young Master Boldly Rejects Donghuang Group's Peerless Heiress!"

This title.

No matter how you looked at it, it had a provocative tone, just like the clickbait headlines of the future.

The content was the same old story, sensationalizing Zhao Yimeng's public confession and being rejected by the young master of Sihai International, along with comments on Zhao Yimeng's looks and talent.

Don't ask why this kind of news made it to the front page. Of course, it was because readers loved these stories of wealthy families and their feuds.

People in Hong Kong were tired of the same old celebrities. It was hard to find fresh news, and since nothing major was happening, it was natural to put this kind of news at the top.

You should know that both Donghuang Group and Sihai International were quite famous in Hong Kong.

Moreover, the Tang family was also involved, which was well known in Hong Kong. Many people had been to the Tang family's hospitals, or at least bought medicine from the Tang family's pharmacies.

There were also newspapers that seriously described the interview yesterday morning, saying that Su Yehao had clarified the rumors.

But the page was far back, the length was short, and it didn't even add up to a hundred words, so it was hard to get attention.

There was also media digging up old news, arranging the photos of Linda Yun, Jiang Yu, and Zhao Yimeng, with the headline "Sihai International's Young Master, Actually a Playboy?"

Su Yehao's face darkened when he saw it.

The article said that they had anonymously interviewed students at the school, and according to reliable sources, he often changed girlfriends, had terrible grades, and often bullied classmates.

Whether in Vegas or Hong Kong, it was just that big, with just that many people.

The content of the newspapers had to be filled every day, and it wasn't difficult to get any interesting news published. Even a small thing like a pedestrian being bitten by a dog could fill an entire page.

Looking back and forth, there wasn't a single piece of good news. No wonder Father Su was furious.

Considering that these were just newspapers, there was also news about Su Yehao on television, and they covered so many people, it was estimated that he would become a little famous this time, but unfortunately not in a good way.

Putting his pictures with beautiful women together would always attract a lot of attention.

Father Su walked around the yard a few times and got tired.

His mood also calmed down a bit.

He had long known that his son was useless, and he had gotten used to it before, but this time the family scandal was made public, and he couldn't help but regret sitting by and doing nothing yesterday, not stopping those reporters.

Lost in thought, he came in through the gate.

Father Su passed by the fish tank without looking closely, just vaguely feeling that something was wrong.

He habitually went to the statue of the God of Wealth, took out incense, and suddenly cried out in shock after looking up:

"Where's the God of Wealth?! I swear, who moved the God of Wealth?"

Father Su hurried to the dining room.

When he passed by the fish tank again, his eyes widened:

"Where are the fish?! My 280,000 auspicious feng shui fish! I've been raising them for four years, which bastard stole my fish!!!"