Can a System Have Bad Intentions? - Chapter 42

Gu Yunhe sneered with disdain.

“Framed? Do you think anyone would believe that? Didn’t you beg the chief of the capital bitterly, claiming your son was framed? What was the result? Was your son released without charges? The person who got your son out of prison was me, Gu Yunhe. I asked someone to save him! Do you think you can repay such a life-saving favor with just four years? Yu Shunhai, you have no bottom line!”

Yu Shunhai trembled with anger, glaring at Gu Yunhe. His pale face twisted with fury, veins bulging on his forehead.

“I gave you all my life’s savings from working at Qingchun House for so many years. I didn’t take a penny from Yunyang Restaurant either. Isn’t that enough?”

Compared to Yu Shunhai’s anger, Gu Yunhe seemed calm.

He snorted, “Your son’s life and future, worth only a few thousand taels? Then he’s really not worth much!”

“What do you want!” Yu Shunhai felt a burning rage in his chest, making it hard to breathe.

Gu Yunhe sneered, “What do I want? You will stay at Yunyang Restaurant for the rest of your life. Didn’t you just say you didn’t take a penny from me? In short, you’re just upset that I didn’t pay you a salary. Why make such a fuss? I was going to pay you, but you pretended to be so noble and refused. Now you blame me! I’m generous. Starting tomorrow, Yunyang Restaurant will pay you fifty taels of silver a month. That’s the highest salary in Sihe Town! Now, can you settle down and do your job? If you still don’t give up… let me tell you, as long as you don’t, your son will lose his life!”

This blatant threat made Yu Shunhai stare wide-eyed with shock and anger, “You, you…”

Gu Yunhe brushed away Yu Shunhai’s raised finger and said coolly, “Qiao’s Inn is reopening in a few days. It’s run by Qiao Rou’s useless son, who is easy to deal with. After you sign a deal to supply them with wine, deliver the batch of wine I gave you to their inn. If you let slip any information, just try it!”

On the roof, Lu Tang thought: Got it.

Beside him, Liang Cheng thought: I got it too.

Yu Shunhai didn’t want to work with Gu Yunhe anymore. He didn’t want to harm others.

But his son’s life was in Gu Yunhe’s hands, and Gu Yunhe was like a mountain crushing him. He couldn’t move or breathe, only waiting to be crushed.

Not long after Gu Yunhe left, Lu Tang and Liang Cheng waited for about half an incense stick’s time before coming down from Yu Shunhai’s roof.

“Little Tang, what should we do?” Liang Cheng looked serious. “I knew Gu Yunhe was a scoundrel, but I didn’t realize he was this bad! First, he colluded with Lu Deren to seize your family’s assets. Now that Lu Deren is in prison, he’s targeting you again? Is he crazy? Why does he always want to take other people’s things?”

Only someone like Liang Cheng could ask that.

If it were his sister, well, she would have grabbed a knife and charged into Gu Yunhe’s house to stab him twice before asking!

The thought flashed through Lu Tang’s mind, making her chuckle, just as a “ding” sounded in her mind.

Not a bad idea!

Stab him first!

As long as it doesn’t kill him!

With this in mind, Lu Tang turned to Yuan Bao and ordered, “Find out where Gu Yunhe is staying tonight. If possible, give him a couple of stabs. Just make him bedridden, no need to kill. Don’t act rashly. Make sure everything is perfectly planned before you strike. If it’s not feasible, don’t force it.”

Such a task, if accomplished, would be a gain; if not, no loss.

Liang Cheng immediately ordered his servant, “Go with Yuan Bao and assist him if needed! That scoundrel really pisses me off!”

The two servants, well-experienced, left without commenting in front of their masters.

As they left, Yuan Bao asked Liang Cheng’s servant Wan Xi, “How long is your knife?”

Wan Xi, with the aura of drawing out a two-meter-long sword, pulled out his small dagger, proudly saying, “It’s a full finger-length! Very sharp, I just used it to peel an apple yesterday without breaking it!”

Yuan Bao nodded in satisfaction and drew out his matching treasure knife, “Let’s go, let’s deal with him!”

Not far away, Song Qingzhan stared in astonishment at the scene.

With his keen hearing, he had clearly heard the four’s conversation. He turned to Qin Mo, “Is Young Master Lu really like this?”

He always thought Young Master Lu was naive and silly, cute and charming, clever and impulsive, a little scoundrel…

Unexpected!

Qin Mo, leaning against the tree with his arms folded, watched Lu Tang’s departing figure, a faint smile playing on his lips.

“Yes, even little fools know to strike first. Looks like we’ll benefit again!”

With that, Qin Mo pushed off the tree and began walking with long strides.

Song Qingzhan hurriedly caught up, “Where are you going?”

Qin Mo, in a good mood, replied, “To the inn!”

Song Qingzhan was puzzled, “To the inn? We have a house, why stay at an inn?”

Then he realized, “You’re going to Qiao’s Inn? But it hasn’t opened yet!”

“Just because it hasn’t opened doesn’t mean we can’t stay. If others can’t, I certainly can. After all, I’ve practically been like a father to him and even carried him to bed. He must show some filial piety!”

Song Qingzhan rolled his eyes.

Would you dare say this in front of Young Master Lu?

He wouldn’t just stab you twice in your sleep!

Knowing how stubborn Qin Mo was, and thinking it wasn’t a bad idea to stay at Qiao’s Inn, Song Qingzhan followed.

“Brother Tang, how did it go?”

When Lu Tang and Liang Cheng returned, Zhou Shu, Xu Shen, and Guo Dawei were gathered around a table, playing with crickets they had somehow acquired.

Seeing the two return, they put down the crickets and turned to ask.

Liang Cheng didn’t mention Gu Yunhe and said, “We couldn’t find his house in the dark. We’ll try again tomorrow!”

Before the words were out, a young attendant’s voice came from the door.

“Young Master, our inn hasn’t opened yet. If you need lodging, there’s another inn ahead.”

The Five Young Masters of Qingshui County all turned their heads.

Lu Tang immediately spotted Qin Mo and Song Qingzhan, “What are you two doing here?”

Hearing the young master’s words, the attendant realized they knew each other and obediently returned to his tasks.

Liang Cheng seemed more excited than Lu Tang. He rushed over and clapped Qin Mo on the shoulder, “I haven’t had the chance to thank you for last time.”

Then, he clapped Song Qingzhan’s arm, “And you too.”

Unlike when he was with Lu Tang, Liang Cheng seemed like a seasoned socialite, smoothly inviting, “Come in, though the inn is still being organized. We can only offer a pot of tea.”

Lu Tang:!

Who’s the owner, you or me?