Chapter 20

### Chapter 20: The Feud of the Rich

Mr. Song brought a woman named Zhang Ningyan into the house. Not only did she have entanglements with underworld figures, but she also constantly stirred up trouble, causing friction between Song Qingguan and his father. The most intense incident was when Zhang Ningyan deliberately fell and moaned in the bathroom, then called Song Qingguan to help her. As soon as he touched her, she accused him of sexual assault.

This behavior made Mr. Song extremely angry, so he sent Song Qingguan to live in one of the Song family's apartments, while he and Zhang Ningyan lived together. Mr. Song ignored Song Qingguan's concerns about Zhang Ningyan and warned him not to have any designs on his stepmother, or they would sever their relationship and never see each other again.

Song Qingguan had no choice but to stay out of his father's and Zhang Ningyan's affairs and prepare for the possibility that Zhang Ningyan would take over the family's assets. However, Mr. Song suddenly died of a heart attack last week, and since he left no will and was not legally married to Zhang Ningyan, the family's assets were legally left to Song Qingguan.

Zhang Ningyan was naturally unwilling to let the assets slip away. On the seventh day after Mr. Song's death, she lured Song Qingguan back home to pay respects, then tried to force him to sign over all the assets. Song Qingguan found an excuse to escape, but Zhang Ningyan had already arranged for thugs to ambush him outside. Fortunately, Song Qingguan's familiarity with the area helped him escape.

At this point, he sighed, "In the end, I met you all, and that's why I'm still alive."

After hearing the story, Fat Joe nodded and patted his shoulder, warning him, "That woman is vicious! You need to be careful. Property disputes can easily turn deadly. You don't need to hide anymore; just stay at Huahai University. No one dares to cause trouble on campus. Do you have any relatives who can help you?"

"Relatives?"

Song Qingguan sighed, a bitter smile crossing his face. "It's already a relief that they're not trying to take the property. Asking them for help is out of the question. Besides, Zhang Ningyan has connections with the Qing Gang. My relatives wouldn't dare to offend her. They might have already been bought off by her."

The Qing Gang is a formidable obstacle.

Zhao Heng looked at the despondent Song Qingguan, a hint of sympathy in his eyes. It was indeed painful for a rich second-generation to become a fugitive so quickly. He comforted him, "Fat Joe is right. Compared to other places, the university is relatively safe. At least we can help you."

"Aren't you afraid? This will get you into trouble."

Song Qingguan's face was filled with gratitude. He stopped walking and said, "That woman now controls our family's resources and has close ties with the Qing Gang. She's a force to be reckoned with. If you help me, she'll be furious and might even throw you both into the Huangpu River."

"If we were afraid, we wouldn't have helped you in the first place."

Fat Joe laughed heartily, adopting a fearless attitude. "And Brother Heng beat the other guy to a pulp. We're already involved, so it's better to face it together. But this isn't a long-term solution. You need to take the initiative to change the situation."

By this time, the three had entered Huahai University and the boys' dormitory. Zhao Heng even bought a set of living essentials, including a blanket and a mat, on the way. Song Qingguan was deeply grateful for Zhao Heng's care and attention. He wanted to pay him back but found only a bank card in his pocket.

His sports car and phone were left at home.

Zhao Heng helped him set up the bed. "Fat Joe is right. You need to take the initiative."

"I'm waiting for my uncle to return from America."

Song Qingguan smoothed out the mat and honestly shared his plan. "He's an American lawyer. I spoke to him yesterday, and he said that as long as I don't sign the transfer agreement, he can help me sort things out when he returns. However, he's still dealing with some matters and won't be free for another half a month."

"Half a month? That's a long time!"

Zhao Heng patted his shoulder. "But if you have nowhere else to go, you can hide at the university for now."

Fat Joe nodded in agreement, standing beside Song Qingguan. "That's right. Although the conditions at Huahai University are a bit tough, the school leadership is influential. Even the police can't enter the campus without the mayor's signature, let alone the Qing Gang. After all, this university is important to the people of Huahai."

"Besides, Dong Fangxiong has inscribed a plaque here. Who would dare to cause trouble?"

Song Qingguan nodded. "Thank you, Brother Heng." The help from his two new roommates made him feel much more relaxed. He took a deep breath and said, "I'll hide at the university and wait for my uncle to return. I have to grit my teeth and survive. When the time comes, I'll take back all the assets and make that woman regret it."

Fat Joe chuckled. "That's right. The better you live, the more miserable your enemies will be."

Zhao Heng glanced at Fat Joe. Although he wanted to punch the fat guy, he admired his courage. After all, his own fearlessness came from his formidable skills, while Fat Joe was fearless despite being involved in this mess. This made Zhao Heng both impressed and curious: Why?

But he quickly dismissed his thoughts and focused on Song Qingguan's situation. "Waiting for your uncle to return is a big hope, but just waiting is too passive. In the next half a month, your stepmother has enough time to play ten or eight tricks. We need to create some trouble for her."

Since he was already involved in the Song family's property dispute and decided to help Song Qingguan, Zhao Heng began to strategize. "We need to highlight your importance as the heir. Only then will your safety be somewhat guaranteed. Otherwise, you might be kidnapped as soon as you step out of the university or go for a walk."

"Or run over by a car!"

Song Qingguan was stunned, a chill running down his spine. Although he was a rich second-generation, he was a gentle one and had not experienced much malice. He had always assumed that after the danger passed, there would be a period of peace.

Now, he felt surrounded by danger, his lips trembling slightly.

Fat Joe, hands behind his back, nodded. "That's right! Take the initiative!"

Zhao Heng thought for a moment and said, "Fat Joe, get your computer out. Let's attack the Song Corporation's network..."

"Right!"

Before Zhao Heng could finish, Song Qingguan suddenly slapped his forehead, wincing from the pain. But he was still excited. "I can hack into the Song Corporation's network and cause chaos, making them too busy to deal with me."

Fat Joe took out his computer and looked at Song Qingguan. "So you're a hacker?"

Song Qingguan felt a bit embarrassed. "I have some skills."

Zhao Heng paused his previous topic and waved his hand, smiling. "That's exactly what I meant. Qingguan, create some chaos for the Song Corporation. Paralyze their network and cause potential significant losses. This will temporarily distract your stepmother, and once the situation escalates, it will draw attention to the Song Corporation."

"Then, as the heir, you'll be remembered by the public, and your safety will be more secure with so many eyes on you."

Song Qingguan nodded, delighted. "Great!"

He immediately started working on the computer, his professional gestures and finger movements drawing Fat Joe's attention. Song Qingguan directly attacked his family's corporate system, looking tense and busy as he frantically typed on the keyboard. Occasionally, there were hard reports, each one making Fat Joe's eyes widen.

"The first layer of the Song Corporation's firewall has been breached."

"The second layer of the Song Corporation's firewall has fallen."

"The third layer... is being destroyed."

While Song Qingguan was busy, Zhao Heng went to take a shower. He always valued his time, and since Song Qingguan was busy attacking the Song Corporation, there was no need for him to stand by idly. He casually wiped the bloodstains in the bathroom, and Fat Joe glanced at him but said nothing.

Fifteen minutes later, Song Qingguan was drenched in sweat.

"Damn! The fifth firewall... why can't I break it?"

The screen emitted a faint glow, and under the light, Song Qingguan looked very distressed. Fat Joe knew he had hit a wall and that it seemed unsolvable, or Song Qingguan wouldn't be so frustrated. At that moment, Zhao Heng, still dripping water, approached from behind, the scent of shower gel filling the dormitory.

"Let me see!"

Zhao Heng's sudden words made Song Qingguan and Fat Joe startle, their faces showing surprise. Could this guy be both a scholar and a warrior? That would be too incredible! But Song Qingguan quickly moved aside, and Zhao Heng, wiping the water from his head, typed a few keys on the computer. However, he couldn't break in either.

The alarms kept sounding, and after a brief pause, Zhao Heng's fingers moved faster on the keyboard.

"Interesting!"

Under the light, Zhao Heng's lips curled into a playful smile, a smile that sent a chill down their spines. Then, Fat Joe and Song Qingguan watched as his fingers moved like a dragon, a snake, and a snail, sometimes as swift as a tiger descending a mountain, sometimes as slow as a tyrannosaurus.

But every move left Song Qingguan and Fat Joe speechless...

Forty-five seconds...

Zhao Heng uttered a single word: "Breach!"

The Song Corporation's network instantly collapsed, and Song Qingguan and Fat Joe were stunned.

Zhao Heng tossed the computer to Song Qingguan and said calmly, "You continue..."

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