After the recording was leaked, everyone in this circle was discussing Zhuang Yueyan and Shi Yiqing’s mother-daughter relationship.
This was all within Shi Yaoguang’s expectations.
It included Shi Rusong and Wei Lan becoming restless and seeking her out.
She had anticipated that as well.
However, she had no intention of satisfying Shi Rusong and Wei Lan’s curiosity.
After receiving a phone call from Shi Rusong, Shi Yaoguang said only one sentence, "Don’t you think I am an impostor? Since I have taken Shi Yaoguang’s identity, then... on what grounds does Mr. Shi think, I will obediently listen to you and cooperate?"
Shi Rusong was so angry upon hearing this, "Whether you are my biological daughter or not, you have taken my daughter’s place, you must listen to me!"
"Heh," Shi Yaoguang chuckled coldly, "You really are daydreaming, I just don’t know... how long you can keep up with this fantasy."
"What do you mean by that?" Shi Rusong immediately became alert, "What are you planning to do now?"
Shi Yaoguang spoke in a relaxed tone, "I’m not planning anything, just to give everybody justice."
"You!" Shi Rusong became anxious, "Don’t mess around!"
"Mr. Shi tells me not to mess around, so may I ask, what do you mean by that? Are you worried that I’ll do something to harm your personal interests, or are you worried that I’ll tarnish Shi Yiqing’s reputation?"
Shi Rusong didn’t respond.
Shi Yaoguang continued, "I have, neither more nor less, just one or two little things in my hands."
"Just right, I’m not in the best mood, so I’m thinking, why not let the things I’m holding see the sun? What do you think, Mr. Shi?"
Shi Rusong naturally understood the threatening tone in her words, "What exactly do you want to do?"
His voice carried a hint of weathering, like a father hurt by his children.
Shi Yaoguang said with hidden meaning, "What can I do? I’m just feeling bored. When I’m bored, I like to look for some fun, and coincidentally, I find multiple-choice questions... highly suitable to do right now."
Listening to her voice, Shi Rusong felt she was no different from a demon.
From his voice, he seemed to have aged decades in an instant.
In response, Shi Yaoguang was utterly unfazed, "Instead of pretending to be pitiful with me here, you’d better think about how to resolve the situation."
"Of course, I can’t guarantee whether you’ll solve the problem faster, or if I’ll release the information quicker. Ah, if there’s any mistake, the problem would become quite serious, wouldn’t it?"
She insincerely advised, "How about... I make this choice for you?"
Shi Rusong certainly didn’t believe she would make any good choices.
Sure enough, Shi Yaoguang spoke with a nasty tone, "Choices are for children, adults obviously want both."
"How about... I release both the things that can ruin the Shi Family’s company and the things that could tarnish Shi Yiqing’s reputation beyond recovery? What do you think about that?"
"No way!" Shi Rusong shouted anxiously, "Don’t be impulsive!"
Shi Yaoguang spoke with a hint of mirth in her voice, "Don’t worry, impulse is the devil, and I will absolutely not be impulsive. However... my patience has its limits, Mr. Shi, I’ll give you three days... oh no, three hours to make a decision, is that enough time for you?"
Shi Rusong wanted to say three hours would pass in the blink of an eye, absolutely not enough time.
But before he could speak, the phone had already been hung up.
Listening to the dial tone from the receiver, he truly didn’t dare make any rash moves.
Wei Lan looked at her husband’s state, her heart aching for him.
In contrast, there was Shi Yaoguang who was leisurely and comfortable after hanging up the phone.
Shi Yaoguang hung up the phone and lazily stretched her arms.
"Ah~ Threatening someone is so comfortable, watching him indecisive and unable to make a choice is even more delightful."
As she spoke, she took her phone and snapped a picture of her face, revealing a wickedly charming and arrogant smile.
"I’m destined to do great things, and those who achieve great things don’t sweat the small stuff."
With that, she leaned toward Quan Jinbei, revealing her pearly white teeth, "Third Master, how’s this smile? Doesn’t it have a particularly villainous vibe?"
Quan Jinbei curved his lips into a smile, "Very cute."
Shi Yaoguang blinked her eyes, then blinked again.
She pointed to her own nose, a look of disbelief on her face, "Are you serious, Third Master? Me... cute?"
Her beliefs were crumbling.
Quan Jinbei looked at her and chuckled, "Just kidding."
Shi Yaoguang exhaled in relief, "You almost scared me there..."
Quan Jinbei reached out, pulling her to sit on his lap, his voice low and tinged with a trace of ambiguity, "You’re so easily scared with such a small courage?"
"Isn’t that the truth? My courage is truly minuscule." Shi Yaoguang said, thumping him on the shoulder.
He let out a light cough.
Shi Yaoguang furrowed her brows, "What’s wrong with you?"
Her eyes filled with concern, "Are you feeling unwell?"
Quan Jinbei nodded, then shook his head, "I..."
He coughed again, the rapid coughing continuing for quite a while before it finally subsided.
Shi Yaoguang watched as his complexion grew a shade paler, her brows knitting together, her expression growing serious.
Quan Jinbei cleared his throat, trying to reassure her, "Don’t worry about me, I’m fine."
"You call this fine?" she said, her frustration apparent, "If you were feeling unwell, why didn’t you tell me sooner?"
Quan Jinbei replied with an innocent look, "I’ve always been in good health, must be a cold or something."
Shi Yaoguang’s gaze became stern, "A cold? Do you think you’re still Lin Meimei who can fall ill with just a couple of steps?"
He was, after all, a Cultivator by now. Even if he hadn’t fully mastered his cultivation, he did possess a cultivator’s physique.
Furthermore, both his physical constitution and the cultivation techniques he practiced were very special. Symptoms like a common cold were absolutely impossible for him.
Quan Jinbei looked at her expression, knowing the issue was serious, and could only cooperate properly.
Shi Yaoguang carefully took his pulse, after a moment, her complexion turned grim.
Quan Jinbei saw her troubled mood and didn’t ask anything.
If Shi Yaoguang wanted to tell him, she naturally would.
If she didn’t wish to speak, asking her would only add to her troubles.
Shi Yaoguang’s face was somber as she withdrew her hand, her gaze at him filled with turmoil.
She seemed to be choosing her words carefully, "Your body..."
Quan Jinbei couldn’t bear to see her troubled and also had a guess in his heart.
His fate had been set since childhood.
To be honest, he didn’t believe there was a way to break it. If it was that easy to resolve, he wouldn’t have accepted his destiny so early.
Watching Shi Yaoguang, he hesitated, then spoke, "Is it that my illness has gotten worse?"
As he questioned her, his face showed no trace of worry or anxiety, but rather a comforting expression.
To someone unaware, it would seem as though it was Shi Yaoguang who was terminally ill.