Chapter 150: You’re Taking Advantage of My Trust in You

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The head of the finance department was still reeling from the shocking turn of events, breaking out in a cold sweat as he hurriedly signaled to Tang Yu.

Tang Yu didn’t notice and calmly pointed at the man. “He just told me about it. He even showed me the entrance to Workshop Six and asked me to share in their common prosperity. He said they wouldn’t bring the big boss’s family along anymore—after all, the big boss is useless now.”

The big boss grabbed his cup and smashed it on the floor!

“You little bastard! If I hadn’t fooled the government and risked everything helping you build the underground factory, would you even be where you are today?”

“I knew something was off when you suddenly changed the entrance. The original one was perfectly fine at the back door, but you insisted on moving it to Workshop Six. So you were hiding it from me all along!”

The second boss hurried to explain, “That’s because the back door was almost discovered by the police before. That’s why I moved it inside the factory! Brother, you’re misunderstanding me!”

Tang Yu twitched her ears and whispered softly, “No wonder Workshop Six is so special.”

Not only were the accounts unusual, but the entrance was hidden there as well.

The leader of the investigation team immediately ordered the police stationed at the factory, “Teams Three and Four, head to Workshop Six and find the entrance. If you can’t locate it, contact the demolition unit. Even if we have to blow it up, we must uncover the underground factory!”

“Yes, sir!”

The factory descended into chaos with the police presence.

Meanwhile, the two bosses in the private room were tearing at their hair and smashing cups.

The finance minister was stunned.

The second boss’s son was shocked as well, rushing forward to intervene, only to be slapped several times by his uncle.

It was clear how much resentment had built up over the years.

Tang Yu sat on a stool, observing the discord between the two bosses—information she had learned from fellow workers.

She took the last hairy crab on the table and placed it on her plate...

“Chief! We found the entrance! It really is an underground factory!”

Excited voices came through her earpiece.

The chief exhaled deeply and immediately instructed those waiting at the restaurant, “Begin the sweep!”

While the two bosses were still arguing, the door was kicked open, and over a dozen armed officers stormed in.

“Everyone, get down and put your hands on your heads! Don’t move!”

All the executives in the room were arrested at once.

Tang Yu had finished her hairy crab, pulled out a wet wipe to clean her hands, and slouched in her chair with a full belly. Looking at the criminals being taken away, she felt the ordeal was finally over—if she ate any more, her stomach might burst.

The two bosses and the second boss’s son were still in a daze.

A policeman approached Tang Yu, smiling as he patted her shoulder.

“Well done. You have great potential. How about joining the police academy? You could stay with our bureau,” he added with a tempting offer, “And it comes with a formal position.”

Tang Yu stood up and scratched her head. “Chief, I was just lucky.”

“Facing criminals without fear—that’s not luck, that’s courage,” the chief said admiringly.

If not for Tang Yu’s deceptive appearance and exceptional learning ability, which made her invaluable to the finance department, the undercover operation wouldn’t have gone so smoothly.

Tang Yu shook her head, “Actually, I was pretty scared.”

Otherwise, she wouldn’t be wearing this outfit.

It was the matching couple’s clothes she and Bian Yang wore.

Putting them on felt like being taken back to Echo Valley, as if Bian Yang was right beside her, and she wouldn’t be so afraid.

The chief looked at her in disbelief, “You were scared? And you ate all that?”

Tang Yu rubbed her round belly and sighed nervously, “...I’m scared, but I’m even more afraid of wasting food.”

The chief’s mouth twitched.

The bosses and the son, sitting on the floor restrained by police, stared blankly at Tang Yu’s interaction with the officers.

She... was an undercover agent!

They ground their teeth in silent fury.

Especially the finance minister, who looked at her with utter loathing!

He had called her stupid, but in truth, he was the fool for transferring her from the assembly line to finance...

The chief completed the final arrangements.

As the group was escorted away, Tang Yu stood before the greasy man.

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The man glared at her viciously, hatred burning in his eyes.

Tang Yu smiled sweetly at him, her tone calm and deliberate.

“Unfortunately for you, by law, the sports car and watch you were bragging about just now are considered illegal gains and will be confiscated.”

The man was speechless.

“And I didn’t compliment your looks earlier by calling you a rapeseed flower; it’s because you’re just too greasy.”

Tang Yu’s frank words struck like knives, “Not only greasy, but ugly too!”

The man’s teeth clenched in rage as he spat out, “You just wait...”

Before he could finish, a sharp slap struck his face.

The entire room of police froze.

The usually soft-spoken girl casually shook her hand and said, “My boyfriend told me that if anyone lays a hand on me or says dirty words, I should slap them. I was holding back until now because I had to, but now I don’t have to. Oh, besides this slap, there’s also...”

She tilted her head, as if trying to recall her boyfriend’s exact words.

Suddenly understanding, she mimicked Bian Yang’s tone and cursed, “I’m damn tired of you! Get lost! Go to prison and tread on sewing machines!”

The last two sentences were her improvisation.

The man, humiliated and enraged, hurled curses, but the police quickly gagged him and threw him into the patrol car.

With the restaurant cleared, a report came through the earpiece that the factory site was also under control.

The chief looked at Tang Yu’s bright smile.

“Your senior brother will pick you up soon. Go back to the dorm and pack your things. The factory will be cleaned up tonight.”

Tang Yu nodded, took a few steps, then hesitated and returned to stand before the chief.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

Tang Yu lifted her head and looked at the shining officer, “After sealing the factory, according to protocol, will all their assets be confiscated?”

The chief nodded, “Of course. Those are all illegal earnings, and since the two brothers are involved in organized crime, we have the evidence. Their assets will be confiscated and compensated to the victims’ families. The announcement will go out tomorrow morning.”

Tang Yu blinked a few times. “What about my salary this month...” Nine thousand yuan.

The chief was speechless.

Good grief, this girl wouldn’t take any loss.

He chuckled, a bit helpless. “Don’t worry about that. Not just yours, once everything is verified, all unrelated workers will receive their wages as usual.”

Tang Yu’s eyes sparkled like stars. “Thank you, officer!”

“Go on.”

She was such a well-behaved girl, her face wearing a gentle smile, stray strands of hair framing her pure and serene expression like fresh shoots in a field—looking at her felt like drawing vitality from nature itself.

If only she were his daughter.

The chief couldn’t help but pat her head.

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Meanwhile, in a high-end club in the imperial city.

In a dimly lit private room, a young man reclined on the sofa, his fingers grasping a wine glass, his Adam’s apple visibly moving as passing light faintly revealed his blurred facial features, except for the pale, clear throat.

A friend nearby gossiped, “Have you heard about the Jiang family young master? It’s all over the circle.”

“What happened?”

“He splurged billions to promote a young star, causing a major rift with his family. Guess what? That star got famous, but after she found out he was kicked out by his family, she turned her back on him and climbed onto another big shot. Now Jiang young master’s the biggest joke in the circle!”

“People’s hearts are so unpredictable. Jiang young master used to dote on her, giving whatever she wanted. But after showing them a bigger world, they became arrogant. As soon as he loosened his grip, they flew away. Now he’s just a bitter man supporting another man’s wife.”

“I say it’s better to be matched in status. Girls from ordinary families are fine for fun.”

The guy had just finished speaking when someone kicked him in the back.

He wanted to snap back but upon seeing who it was, he sheepishly backed down.

“Yang, what’s wrong? I didn’t do anything to you.”

Bian Yang’s hand holding the glass rested on his knee, his eyes dark and heavy as the room’s shadows.

“Leave.”

With one word, the other rich kids quickly slinked away.

Bian Yang swiped his screen and opened a contact, his expression dark as he dialed.

“The number you have dialed is switched off...”

He tossed the glass onto the table with a muted clink.

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Suddenly, the noisy club fell silent.

Qin Mingyu waved them on and sat beside Bian Yang. “What’s wrong, Yang? Did someone offend you? Tell me—I’ll beat them so badly their mother won’t recognize them!”

Bian Yang spread his hands, “Give me your phone.”

Qin Mingyu handed it over, puzzled. “What’s going on?”

Bian Yang ignored him and dialed again; the number still showed off.

Qin Mingyu glanced over. “Oh, calling Little Yu again? She’s off? Maybe the phone died. Don’t worry.”

Bian Yang toyed with the phone, his brow furrowed.

Seeing his distraction, Qin Mingyu teased, “Heard about the Jiang family mess, huh? Worried Little Yu might find a better ‘brother’ and leave you?”

Bian Yang shot him a cold glare.

“Don’t compare anyone to her.”

His voice was low, eyes frostbitten.

Qin Mingyu nodded quickly, “That’s right. Since you trust each other, what’s there to worry about?”

“Your birthday’s coming soon. She’ll be back in a few days.”

He patted Bian Yang’s shoulder.

But Bian Yang was uneasy. “Her phone has never been off before.”

The messages she sent didn’t seem like her style.

Moreover, she hung up on his video and voice calls multiple times!

Bian Yang feared he might have been too controlling, so he loosened the metaphorical kite string, enduring his feelings for a month, only intervening during agreed chat times, giving her space.

But now the phone was off—the kite string had snapped. He couldn’t hold back anymore.

He grabbed his phone from the table and called the principal of Qingyuan High School, from whom he got Wang Qing’s contact.

He dialed Wang Qing’s number but got no answer, then added her on WeChat.

Wang Qing’s profile was open, with no friend verification and no privacy settings on her moments.

Bian Yang noticed her recent posts—all identical to the photos Tang Yu had sent him.

But Tang Yu wasn’t in any of them—only Wang Qing appeared.

His breath caught; he quickly compared those images with Tang Yu’s originals.

Every detail matched perfectly—even the placement of leaves and plants.

The only difference was that Tang Yu was absent from Wang Qing’s photos.

Time seemed to freeze.

His lowered gaze fixed on the pictures, his knuckles whitening as he gripped the phone.

Even the best photo editing can be detected with close comparison.

Bian Yang let out a cold laugh, feeling as if his heart had been stabbed.

Tang Xiaoyu, you took advantage of my trust to deceive me.

Just then, Wang Qing’s call came through.

“Hello? Is this the publishing house?”

She mistook Bian Yang for one of the publishers who had contacted her earlier.

Bian Yang’s lips pressed into a thin line, restraining his anger.

“Where is Tang Yu?”

That familiar voice made Wang Qing’s scalp tingle, and she stammered, “Y-Yang... Brother Yang! I-it’s you!”

He repeated calmly, “Where is Tang Yu?”

“I’m giving you three seconds.”

“Three.”

“Two.”

His voice was so cold it seemed to drop ice shards, and Wang Qing instinctively shuddered.

Under his intimidating presence, she shamefully confessed everything...