Filled with excitement and amazement, Sanpang and the others rolled into the upscale Yutianhua Residence neighborhood in the grand Cullinan, turning heads all the way.
Just as they got out of the car and were about to enter the house, Dazhuang suddenly stopped.
“Ahem… I’m gonna take a selfie first.” As he spoke, he whipped out his phone and began snapping away.
Cao Biao refused to be left out. “Me too.”
Cao Fuman chimed in, “Well, in that case, I won’t hold back either.”
Cao Xiangqing cleared his throat, “Ahem! I wasn’t planning to take any pics, but since everyone else is doing it, I guess I gotta stay in the loop, right?”
In the end, Jiang Da could only stand there and watch as this group of his junior brothers struck all kinds of poses in front of their phones.
One focused his camera on his own face, flashing a standard eight-tooth grin—but the real highlight of the shot was the carved stone at the center of the nearby lake, boldly inscribed with four red-highlighted characters: Yutianhua Residence.
Another threw up a peace sign, the “V” fingers pointed proudly while the camera casually captured the unmistakable Rolls-Royce hood ornament peeking in from the corner.
Yet another leaned coolly on the iron gate, with a blurred fountain in the background and the silhouette of a luxury villa faintly visible behind.
…
Each of them found their perfect angle, snapped their photos, and immediately posted them to their Moments.
Cao Dazhuang’s caption: Great weather, scenic lake and mountains—truly a feast for the eyes.
Cao Biao: ✌️Spot the highlight yourself.
Cao Fuman: The wind chills my back behind this iron gate, but my senior brother said: come in for a cup of hot tea.
Sanpang wasn’t great at captions. “Dazhuang, help me come up with one!”
“Alright, lemme see your pics.”
“Here—”
D*mn. A perfectly laid-out nine-grid collage—photos of the lake stone, Cullinan, the villa, the distant mountains, the rare trees nearby, and a candid snap of Biao and Fuman getting out of the car.
Flawless.
“What caption fits best?” Sanpang scratched his head.
Dazhuang thought for a moment. He was surprisingly good with words and often wrote sarcastic, stinging remarks, especially the ones that hit Yu Shangmei the hardest.
“Subtlety’s out. Let’s go bold and bad*ss, what do you say?”
…
In F City
Yu Shangmei had just wrapped up back-to-back meetings and was finally sitting down to enjoy a quiet, uninterrupted lunch.
Like always, she scrolled through her WeChat Moments as she ate.
Suddenly, she froze.
One post stood out, loud and clear.
Cao Sanpang: You used to ignore me, but now you can’t reach me. Yes, I mean you—this post is visible to you only.
Attached was a nine-image collage.
Yu Shangmei clicked through them one by one: high-end residential areas, luxury villas, a Rolls-Royce Cullinan… and the final image, a group photo of them all standing with Jiang Da on the lawn of the villa.
Clang!
She slammed the phone down screen-first on the table, her face now a shade of furious blue.
That d*mn Cao Sanpang!
He had the nerve to throw shade at her like that?
Posting cryptic digs in his Moments?!
But what really stunned her was Jiang Da—
He’s living in a villa now? Driving a luxury car?
Just off that little pancake stall of his?
At that moment, her feelings weren’t just anger or irritation—they turned into deep unease and wariness.
Before now, she had never once considered the possibility that Jiang Da would ever amount to anything.
But now? She couldn’t ignore it.
And the more she thought about it, the more nervous she felt.
“Hello, Shanhua? It’s me. Come to my office—I need to talk to you. …Yes, right now.”
“I’m on my way, be there in about ten minutes.”
Liu Shanhua arrived even earlier than expected.
By then, Yu Shangmei had already pushed her lunch aside—most of it untouched.
“Auntie, what’s the matter?”
“I need you to take a trip to Linhuai—”
