Zhang Yu checked the ti, went online, and saw that there were a lot of comnts under her social dia account, all kinds of remarks. She casually scrolled through them and spotted quite a few familiar accounts—those paid troll accounts.
Seeing those accounts show up, Zhang Yu couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief. After all, the leading man still needed to be inford that the show had begun.
Hahaha, what a great New Year’s gift. Zhang Yu could already tell this was definitely the best New Year’s present for Han Bin.
She’d heard Xie Zhen ntion once that Han Bin was full of enthusiasm about reviving the Han family and was gearing up for a big push. A guy in his early forties with that much drive ought to be able to handle a bit more workload.
If he could divert a little of the ti he spends on romance into handling business, it’d be good for his own growth too.
Social apps were already buzzing like crazy, and of course her Monts were lively as well. Zhang Yu had not forgotten to post to her Monts.
The stuff posted publicly online could be seen by anyone with internet access, but Monts could only be seen by friends—and most of those were professionals—so the influence there might actually be even more explosive.
Xie Zhen had carefully calculated the timing and was watching closely; once it was ti he went online to check the reactions after the post went out. What he didn’t expect was that Zhang Yu had also posted it to Monts. Seeing all the major finance-circle group chats start discussing the news within half an hour, he knew the counterattack was underway, and he was genuinely curious to see how the Han family would jump around.
These past few days the Japan and Korea families had been unbearably smug, bouncing around all over the place. Various so‑called colleagues, friends, and classmates of Zhang Yu popped up one after another, all just to "let everyone know what kind of person Zhang Yu is."
Zhang Yu’s silence only made them more pleased with themselves, talking even louder, looking very much like they were convinced she was in the wrong.
Who knows if they’ll enjoy this kind of counterattack; odds are they won’t. If this isn’t handled properly, never mind Han Bin—his father and son duo, even the entire Han family, are going to be hit with a massive scandal. Their already unsatisfying second‑tier family status might very well slide even further down.
Han Bin had just finished a eting assigning tasks through the end of February. As he walked out of the conference room, he saw quite a few subordinates huddled together in small groups, discussing sothing.
But the mont he walked over, they all shut up. Their reaction made him very annoyed; he kept feeling they were discussing sothing related to him.
He glanced at the secretary following behind him, and the latter imdiately went off to find out what was going on.
Right at that mont, his phone rang. He picked it up and saw that it was actually a call from his father.
Wondering what on earth the old man wanted from him, he had just connected the call when he heard his own old man roaring on the other end.
What the hell? Han Bin looked completely baffled. He had no idea why he was suddenly getting chewed out. Had the old man let so little vixen egg him on again?
Thinking of a few "bosom confidantes" of those old n who’d been especially active lately, he felt that so people really needed to be taught a lesson, or else they’d think they were invincible.
Mr. Han waited for quite a while and noticed there was no response from the other end. He grew even more annoyed: "Are you listening or not? Get online right now and take a look. Don’t you have those finance group chats? You don’t know how to read them?"
Mr. Han: "Call back after you’ve finished reading the news."
From Mr. Han’s tone, Han Bin imdiately heard what it ant: sothing had gone wrong, and sothing big at that. At this mont, he still didn’t connect it to Zhang Yu. To have the old man flying off the handle like this, it had to be a major incident.
He opened several group chats in a row and saw they were all discussing the sa thing—Zhang Yu had posted content on social dia and in her Monts.
And she had gone head‑to‑head with the Han family directly. Panicking a little, he had no ti to lurk in the chats; he went straight onto social dia, found Zhang Yu’s account, and clicked on the pinned post.
Reading what was on the screen, Han Bin was stunned. His first reaction was that soone had definitely betrayed him; otherwise how would she know all this?
You have to know their work had never overlapped. At first he thought maybe Han Xue had sold him out—after all, they were both from the Han family, and if she really wanted to dig, she could probably find out a thing or two.
But after seeing so of the details, he knew it absolutely wasn’t Han Xue—or rather, there was no way Han Xue could know everything this completely. Because even his father didn’t know about so of those moves, or you could say he’d acted against the old man’s wishes.
He’d originally figured the old man would never imagine he would do sothing like that, so he’d never taken it to heart. And things had indeed played out the way he’d expected: the old man had no idea it was him pulling the strings and instead thought it was soone else, trading blows with that person several tis.
"How could this happen, how could it?" Han Bin truly couldn’t understand. He could’ve scratched his scalp raw and still not figured out what was going on.
With the old man already impossible to placate, he himself was at his wits’ end. But as he kept reading, his heart jumped again—right there it was, the part where he sched against the Yue family.
Last ti, that incident blew up big. A lot of evidence pointed to his elder brother‑in‑law. No matter how he argued, he couldn’t overco the fact that the guy had prior offenses. Even his own parents didn’t believe him, and now he was inside "receiving re‑education."
He had already calculated it all: with the elder brother‑in‑law locked up, there was no way he could take over Yue family affairs after getting out. As for the younger brother‑in‑law, he was obsessed with calligraphy and painting and had no interest in any of this. So in the end, the Yue family could only rely on him. If he didn’t take over, the Yue family was completely out of options.
But now—how could this be? Han Bin’s whole body was shaking. Wait. He suddenly realized sothing: he’d gotten so many calls, but none of them were from his father‑in‑law or his wife. What was going on?
Did they not know about this yet? If they didn’t know, that would actually be for the best. He needed to quickly think of a way to bluff his way through this.
But thinking it through, that didn’t seem very likely. Even if they hadn’t seen the posts themselves, there would definitely be so gossip‑lover to inform the Yue family. No one could watch a son‑in‑law sche against their own son and still treat that son‑in‑law well afterward.
Recently, because of the little lover situation, his wife had already been giving him the cold shoulder. She’d taken the kid and moved out, and he hadn’t paid it much mind. After marrying him, she’d basically stayed ho raising the family. That crappy job she held was just to kill ti. With that tiny salary of hers, she could barely support herself, let alone their son.
Han Bin had always known she would eventually cave. But now, his heart kept sinking—he was screwed. No, he absolutely couldn’t let things blow up on the Yue family’s side; he had to soothe them at all costs.
He could already picture the outside world boiling over. Those he’d sched against, those watching the Han family like a tiger eyeing its prey, and those within the Han family he’d been suppressing—all of them were definitely itching to make a move right now.
And then there were the old man’s sons on the outside, who were probably thrilled. An opportunity this good—if they exploited it well, it’d be their chance to turn the tables. How could they not seize it?
What to do? The best move right now would be to stabilize the old man and his father‑in‑law. Tough, though. Thinking of this, Han Bin’s face drooped. Even without having tried it yet, he knew this was going to be insanely difficult to pull off.
But there was no choice. Difficult or not, he had to do it—otherwise the one who’d die would be him.
At this point he really did feel a bit of regret. Why did he have to target Zhang Yu in the first place? If he hadn’t gone after her, none of this would be happening.
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