He repeatedly watched the emails he had once sent to himself, looking at the videos inside, trying to find any clues.
After spending two hours studying the videos, Fu Shihan’s body suddenly stiffened, he pressed pause, and noticed something odd.
There was a letter in the video, a very small one, on the bookshelf behind him, barely noticeable unless you look closely.
Fu Shihan noted down this letter, reopened another video, and similarly found a letter in it.
Different positions, different contents.
He had a brainwave and decided to rewatch all the videos from the beginning, and was glad he hadn’t deleted these things earlier.
All night long, he sat in front of the computer in the study.
As dawn broke, a new line of text appeared in the notebook beside him.
It was a URL, not an address of any public webpage, an unfamiliar combination of letters and numbers.
He quickly opened the webpage and entered the contents. After clicking enter and entering, his eyes flickered slightly.
The webpage was encrypted and needed to be decrypted to be accessed.
Why had he gone to such lengths to be so careful in the past?
Excitement flickered in Fu Shihan’s eyes as he went downstairs to make a cup of coffee and continued. After spending a few more hours, he finally managed to decrypt and open the webpage.
To his surprise, entering the URL didn’t bring about the expected valuable content.
The page was blank, leaving Fu Shihan feeling like he had been played by himself.
All that work all night for this result?
Fu Shihan’s brows were tightly furrowed as he checked the page for any other hidden content, even changing the page’s color to check, and then realized that it indeed had nothing.
"Damn."
Fu Shihan couldn’t help but curse, extinguished the cigarette between his fingers, and went back to his room to sleep.
He was dead tired, yet all he got was a blank slate. Who the hell was this supposed to frustrate?!
Fu Shihan slept until the afternoon, then returned to the old house.
It was New Year’s Eve, but the atmosphere at home was a bit strange due to Yangyang’s absence, making it much quieter.
Fu Shihan returned with a dark expression, exchanged a look with equally stern-faced Fu Yansheng sitting on the sofa, then plopped down opposite him.
The people Fu Yansheng had sent to the Empire ultimately failed to bring Yangyang back, and spending New Year’s without his precious great-grandson infuriated Fu Yansheng.
Fu Shiyi, seeing them from upstairs, came down to relieve the atmosphere.
"Brother, you’re back!"
Fu Shihan responded indifferently with a "Hmm" and continued to stare down Fu Yansheng.
Fu Shiyi, unable to bear it any longer, suggested, "Brother, why don’t you come to the study with me? I have something to tell you."
Only then did Fu Shihan turn his head to look at her, lazily got up, and followed her upstairs.
Fu Shiyi sat down at the computer, found something, then turned to Fu Shihan and said, "This is an email our PR department received this morning, and the content is somewhat... explosive."
It was unclear who sent it, but the email was about Zhang Xinjie.
Fu Shihan glanced at the compressed images of the videos and guessed their contents. Just as Jun Yishu previously told him, this woman Zhang Xinjie, without his intervention, would eventually be completely exposed one day.
"Have the tech department trace the IP address of the email’s sender."
Fu Shiyi nodded repeatedly: "I’ve already checked!"
Fu Shihan smiled and then asked, "Done by someone you know?"
Fu Shiyi exclaimed in surprise, "How did you know?!"