Chapter 137: Qin Yun and Yun Xuan

Inside Qin Wenhu’s villa, Qin Wenhu sat on the sofa. His wife had a slap mark on her face, and Qin Wenlong, having redressed, sat opposite him with an awkward expression.

The driver had long since left the villa; Qin Wenhu had paid him a hush money fee of 100,000, and the driver naturally dared not speak a word.

"When did it start?" Qin Wenhu asked calmly.

"Last week..." Qin Wenlong lowered his head, not daring to meet his brother's eyes.

"I want the truth," a flash of cold light flickered in Qin Wenhu’s eyes.

"Before you were married..." Qin Wenlong shuddered, suddenly remembering Qin Wenhu’s methods and status.

"Good, truly my good brother!" Qin Wenhu laughed, though anyone could see he was furious.

"Wenhu, I was wrong. This is my fault. It has nothing to do with Big Brother; I couldn't help myself and seduced him..." The woman threw herself at Qin Wenhu’s feet, kneeling and sobbing. Her only choice now was to protect Qin Wenlong, hoping at least to secure a decent future for herself.

"Get out!" Qin Wenhu kicked her away, his eyes filled with disgust. He had once loved this woman deeply, giving her everything. Even with their ten-year age gap, they had been a loving couple. He had never imagined she would betray him, and with his own brother, no less.

"Wenhu, I am also at fault. How about this: I will give you thirty percent of the Longhu Group as an apology," Qin Wenlong said, standing up.

"Big Brother is indeed a businessman, calculating and sharper than even me. But thirty percent is not enough. I want forty percent. And... Sister-in-law was an actress in her youth. I am quite fond of actresses. If you are willing to let her stay here and do as I please, we can let this matter go," Qin Wenhu said coldly, intentionally trying to disgust Qin Wenlong.

"No problem, Wenhu. We are family; brothers are like limbs, while women are like clothing. Clothes can be exchanged, but brothers last a lifetime," Qin Wenlong said with a smile, wiping the cold sweat from his brow.

"Truly my good brother." Qin Wenhu drew a pistol from his coat. He hadn't expected Qin Wenlong to be this shameless.

"Wenhu, what are you doing? I... I will give you whatever you want," Qin Wenlong raised his hands in terror.

"Right now, I only want your life!" Qin Wenhu snarled.

*Bang!* A gunshot rang out, and Qin Wenlong collapsed into a pool of blood.

The woman stared in horror and retreated.

"Wretched fool." Qin Wenhu raised his hand and fired again, striking the woman. He had no children and only one wife; the realization of her betrayal sent his murderous intent spiraling out of control.

After the woman fell, Qin Wenhu walked to the door, shot himself in the shoulder, tossed the pistol aside, slammed into the door frame, and feigned unconsciousness.

"Life is like a play, and it all depends on the acting. Too bad you were under my surveillance; this performance is useless," Yun Xuan said, sitting on the roof, having recorded the entire scene.

...

Yun Xuan used the villa's landline to call the police and set the living room television to loop the recorded video. He sat on the roof, quietly waiting for the officers to arrive.

As the police entered the living room, Yun Xuan pressed play. The room fell silent as the officers watched.

"Seal the scene! Protect the evidence!" The police chief’s forehead beaded with cold sweat.

"Report! This video has already gone viral. It’s a trending topic now, uploaded right around the time we received the call," an officer said nervously.

"What? Trace the IP address immediately!" the chief shouted in shock.

"The source is right here—it was sent from the computer upstairs. No traces were left behind," the officer replied with a bitter smile.

"Such a thing is possible?" The chief sighed, glancing at Qin Wenhu. He was finished.

"Longhu Scandal!"
"The Greatest Brothers in History!"
"Brother, she forced me!"

Within an hour, the fire spread, and news reports flooded in. Qin Wenhu was charged with murder, along with hiring assassins to target Qin Yue’s father and possession of 30 million in unexplained assets. He was sentenced to execution. This news, broadcast by China Television, caused a massive uproar.

Three hours after the incident, Qin Yun returned to the capital and inherited 100% of the Longhu Group’s shares. Qin Wenlong’s family expressed their apologies regarding Qin Yue’s father, and Qin Yun magnanimously forgave them, sending them abroad. Thus, the matter concluded.

...

Inside Qin Wenlong’s villa, Qin Yun sat on the sofa, holding a glass of red wine and looking at Yun Xuan. She was overjoyed; she hadn't expected Yun Xuan to handle the situation so swiftly, nor that she would be the primary heir.

"The logic is simple. Your husband held the primary inheritance rights. After his death, the rights passed to Qin Wenlong and Qin Wenhu. With both of them dead, you became the fourth in line, as you and your husband originally held 25% of the shares each," Yun Xuan said with a mysterious smile.

"Regardless, thank you," Qin Yun toasted.

"I only did what I had to. As long as I get what I want, that’s enough," Yun Xuan clinked his glass against hers.

"I’ll give you 40% of the Longhu Group shares. Forget that other condition, how about it?" Qin Yun suggested, the alcohol beginning to affect her.

"Impossible. I still prefer 30% of the profits and my original condition," Yun Xuan shook his head.

"I understand, you little rascal. You are not allowed to tell Zhihua or Yue’er about this." Qin Yun’s face flushed red as she stood up and walked toward the bathroom.

*She really walked right into it,* Yun Xuan thought shamelessly. From the start, his condition wasn't actually about sleeping with Qin Yun—that had just been a figure of speech, but she had taken it seriously. Perhaps it was just an excuse she found for her own decadence.

Yun Xuan walked toward the bathroom. At this moment, he didn't care about Qin Zhihua or Qin Yue; he only wanted to savor the delicacy before him.

"You little rascal, why are you coming in? Get out, get out..."
"Don't touch there, mmph..."
"You little rascal, I can't take it anymore..."

Harmonious sounds drifted from the bathroom, blending into an exhilarating symphony until only exhaustion remained. Yun Xuan carried Qin Yun to the bedroom; both were drained, and they soon fell into a deep sleep.