Tycoon's Fake Wife

Chu Junyan, although only recognized by the Chu Family less than two years ago, had gained a reputable name in Yangcheng's elite circles using his own talent and tactics. The company he operated alone not only thrived but also went through three rounds of financing in preparation for going public. Most importantly, he had never used a single penny of the Chu Family's money.

Handsome, cold, proud, mysterious, exceptionally talented, unapproachable, indifferent to women...

These were probably labels of a similar kind.

At the same time, it was impossible not to mention another person, Si Chen, who paralleled him. None could trace his background, yet in less than two years, he had an understanding of both the legitimate and underworld aspects of Yangcheng.

Chi Ying nodded, her cheeks stuffed with chips, and mumbled vaguely as she chewed, "Mmm... yes, although this Tang Qingyue is the legitimate eldest daughter of the Tang Family, unfortunately, since the legitimate wife died early and was replaced by a mistress, her father doesn't love her, and her stepmother doesn't care about her. She was sent to poor relatives in Shankara since she was young, likely no one has seen her real face."

"However, she's indeed ambitious. In a rural place with poor educational facilities, she actually managed to get into Yangcheng University. I bet she couldn't swallow her pride and came back to settle her debts," she added.

"Fortunately, the old master of the Chu family, despite not being a great man, valued his promises. Years ago, he and Tang Qingyue's maternal grandfather were sworn brothers, which is why the marriage wasn't called off. But unwilling to waste the capable eldest young master of Chu, he dumped the illegitimate second young master Chu on her..." Chi Ying relayed the information she had gathered all in one breath.

So that was it!

After some deep contemplation, Mu Yin felt there was currently no better method, "What about the school then?"

Chi Ying, holding her chips, came over and leaned on her shoulder, currying favor and acting cute, "Don't worry, I can Photoshop the photo on the school registration file, hehehe... isn't that awesome?"

"..." Mu Yin looked at her helplessly, her expression serious, "No, we need to bring her over..."

Bodyguards, servants, that was fine, a slight disguise would go unnoticed.

But her face, going out like that, was definitely a disaster. Even if blown out of proportion, no one would believe she was the Tang young miss returning from the country.

"Absolutely, otherwise what if she suddenly pops out and causes trouble? Look, I've even found her train ticket information. When the time comes, we can knock her out and bring her back. It's foolproof." Chi Ying hadn't yet grasped the essence of her words and quickly turned the computer screen around.

"Alright then," Mu Yin glanced at the screen, then turned to Chi Zhenfa, "Uncle Chi, do you still remember Aunt Hong?"

Chi Zhenfa was startled but instantly understood, "Are you talking about Zhu Hongyan, the former Technical Director of Yunmu's cosmetic surgery and makeup pharmaceuticals development department?"

Mu Yin nodded, "Yes, that's her. Help me contact her discreetly..."

Zhu Hongyan was not only an expert in pharmaceuticals development for cosmetics, but her skills in makeup styling were also profound. Anyone she had seen, she could roughly make up to look seventy to eighty percent similar.

"Young master, why are you looking for her?" Chi Ying, clueless and with her cheeks puffed, asked heartlessly.

"Sweetheart, eat less; fat does not block the arteries in your brain. Maybe then you could understand," Mu Yin said indulgently, pinching her chubby cheek, then instructed Chi Zhenfa, "Let's leave this to you, Uncle Chi, I'm going to take a shower."

As she said that, she stood up and entered her room, her body still covered in that bastard's blood and the lingering... scent!

"Huh?" Chi Ying touched her head in confusion, it took her a long while to catch up, and then she yelled towards the room door, "Young master, you bad person, making fun of someone's intelligence again..."

Chi Zhenfa couldn't help but chuckle.

...

It was still dark.

The door of Bar 1941 had just been bolted shut, but then someone knocked it open.