66: Chapter 66 The Siblings' "Schemes"

Jiangcheng University South Gate, Jiangnanchun Restaurant.

This was a famous money pit in the area; students usually didn't even dare to look at it as they passed by, fearing that even breathing the air inside would cost money.

Su Muyang parked the huge car model in the exclusive parking space at the entrance, its body domineeringly occupying two spots. The valet was not only not angry but instead bent over and trotted to the car door, opening it for him and thoughtfully placing his palm on the door frame.

"Young Master Su, you're here. Still the private room on the second floor?"

"Hmm." Su Muyang tossed the car keys to the valet, his movements as practiced as if he were born into this social class.

Arriving at the private room on the second floor, Su Nianyao had already arrived.

She was touching up her lipstick in the vanity mirror, and several exquisite cold dishes were already laid out on the table in front of her. Seeing Su Muyang enter, she closed her lipstick and smiled like a little fox that had stolen a chicken.

"Brother, over here!"

Su Muyang pulled out a chair and sat down, scanning the menu with slightly raised eyebrows: "Steamed large yellow croaker, supreme lion's head, crab roe tofu... This table must cost over two thousand, right? Did you strike it rich?"

"I'm happy today, this young lady is treating!" Su Nianyao waved her hand generously. "Waiter, serve the dishes!"

After the waiter retreated and the private room door was closed tightly, Su Nianyao lowered her voice, leaned forward, and looked mysterious.

"Brother, I have some top-secret intel for you. Our mom has fallen."

Su Muyang had just picked up his teacup, his hand pausing. "What do you mean?"

"It means that Comrade Old Chen has brilliant methods; he has already warmed up Mom's heart, which was harder than stone." Su Nianyao recounted the contents of the phone call just now vividly. "A full set of Chanel, a supplementary card with one billion, plus that line 'I'm stuck on you.' Tsk tsk, with Mom's level of experience, she's no match for Old Chen."

Su Muyang listened and took a slow sip of tea. As the hot tea entered his throat, an indescribable feeling welled up in his heart.

If he had heard this half a month ago, he might have found it absurd. But now, he only felt it was a matter of course.

After experiencing the incident with Qian Li, he knew better than anyone: in this world, sincerity is valuable, but without money as a foundation, sincerity is just rotten cabbage on the side of the road that anyone can step on.

"That's good." Su Muyang put down the teacup, his eyes calm. "Dad has money, Mom has love. This outcome is worthy of our family's suffering over the past dozen years."

"Brother, don't just get emotional." Su Nianyao put away her cheeky smile, her eyes becoming serious. "I'm looking for you today not for gossip. I think we need to give them a push."

"Push what?"

"Registering for the marriage certificate." Su Nianyao knocked on the table, making a crisp sound. "They must register for the certificate and remarry as soon as possible."

Su Muyang looked at his sister: "Aren't they fine like this now? Once their feelings are there, getting the certificate is only a matter of time."

"Time? No, it must be now, immediately, right away." Su Nianyao shook her head, her tone carrying a trace of anxiety beyond her age. "Brother, have you been poor for so long that you've forgotten what our current status is?"

Su Muyang frowned: "What status?"

"Heirs of the Huihuang Group. But if they don't get the certificate, legally, we are illegitimate children."

These three words were like a needle, piercing Su Muyang hard.

Su Nianyao continued: "Dad's net worth is in the trillions now. Do you know what this concept means? It's like a huge piece of fat thrown into a pack of wolves. Right now he is devoted to Mom, but there are too many temptations in this world. What if one day a young and beautiful woman pops up, or... other 'younger brothers and sisters' pop up?"

The air in the private room instantly solidified.

Su Muyang's fingers gently rubbed the edge of the teacup. He thought of Wang Hao, and thought of that arrogant Wang Tiansheng. He had seen enough dog-blood dramas about wealthy families in the news before.

His father did indeed love his mother and them now. But human nature cannot withstand testing, especially when faced with trillions in wealth.

Only that red marriage certificate is the only key to locking this trillion-dollar wealth into a safe.

"You're right." Su Muyang raised his head, the warmth in his eyes fading, replaced by a cold calculation. "This property must be ours. This position must be Mom's."

"So!" Su Nianyao slapped her thigh. "We have to force them! We have to make them get it done!"

"Dad's side is easy; he can't wait to get the certificate. The difficulty is on Mom's side." Su Muyang analyzed. "Mom is filial; she won't dare to steal the household registration book to get married if she can't get past Grandpa and Grandma."

Mentioning Grandpa and Grandma, the siblings fell silent.

Grandpa Su Qiangguo was a stubborn old man with a fiery temper; back then, because his mother was pregnant out of wedlock, he almost broke her leg. Uncle Su Qiang was even more of a money-grubber, who hadn't stopped sucking his mother's blood all these years.

"For this matter, we need to divide the labor."

Su Muyang leaned back, resting on the chair, his fingers tapping unconsciously on the table. At this moment, he actually had a shadow of Chen Fan on him.

"I'll handle the uncle." Su Muyang said indifferently. "I know him; he's greedy. As long as the money is right, he would even dig up his ancestral grave. I have money and power in my hands now. I will let him know that if he wants to get benefits from me, he has to behave and go persuade Grandpa and Grandma."

"Okay, then Grandpa and Grandma are left to me." Su Nianyao immediately replied. "Old people are soft-hearted. I'll go back and cry a few times, buy some supplements, and if that doesn't work, I'll pretend to be sick. As long as the two elders are coaxed to be happy and loosen up, Mom won't have any excuses."

"Winter break." Su Muyang decided. "When winter break starts, we'll return to Yunzhou. Before the New Year, we must let Mom and Dad get the certificate. Our family of four must have a proper reunion New Year."

"Deal!" Su Nianyao raised a goblet filled with fruit juice. "For our trillion-dollar family fortune, cheers!"

"For family." Su Muyang corrected her and clinked glasses.

The meal was eaten like a whirlwind.

When checking out, the waiter walked in with the bill.

"Sir, it's a total of two thousand six hundred and eighty yuan."

Su Nianyao elegantly wiped her mouth and took out her phone: "I'll do it. I said I was treating."

She opened WeChat, brought up the payment code, and then... handed the phone to Su Muyang.

Su Muyang was stunned. "What are you doing?"

"Scan it." Su Nianyao blinked righteously. "I said I was treating, but I didn't say I was paying. Brother, you're a local tycoon with unlimited monthly pocket money now, surely you aren't going to exploit a poor college student like me?"

Su Muyang looked at his sister's rogue-like appearance and laughed in anger.

"Su Nianyao, did you learn this trick from Dad?"

"Thank you for the compliment, it's a family tradition."

Su Muyang shook his head helplessly, took out that black gold card, and handed it to the waiter. "Charge it."

Walking out of the restaurant, the night wind was slightly cool.

Su Nianyao climbed into the pink maybach, lowered the window, and waved at him. "Brother, remember your mission! Handle the uncle, and we will be the orthodox heirs of the wealthy family!"

Watching the pink taillights disappear around the corner, Su Muyang turned and got into his own car model.

The car interior was dead silent, with only the ghostly blue light emitted by the dashboard.

Su Muyang looked at the prosperous Jiangcheng night view outside the window, his eyes gradually becoming profound.

Before, he only wanted to protect his sister and not let his mother suffer. Now he understood that to protect his family, having fists wasn't enough; he also needed brains, methods, and even... a bit of scheming.

"Uncle..."

Su Muyang muttered to himself, a cold sneer curling the corners of his mouth.

Since you only recognize money, then I will use money to pave a path for you to the Civil Affairs Bureau.

Boom—

The car model let out a low roar, drove into the night, and sped towards the direction of Zijin Mansion.

And hundreds of kilometers away in Yunzhou, Chen Fan was calculating another more "insidious" plan, preparing to catch Su Wanqing off guard.