The Popular/Charismatic Beta Always Thinks They Are Universally Disliked - Chapter 57

Chapter 57: He Can No Longer Obtain, But Must Never Lose

Wu Cheng received a notification about a change in schedule. Starting next Monday, Wei Yuzhi’s official residence would be changed to a certain little-known complex outside the Third Ring Road.

The location of this little-known complex felt very familiar. Wu Cheng racked his brain and recalled that it seemed to be Mr. Little Wen’s residence.

Therefore, it was also Mr. Big Wen’s residence.

Wu Cheng had been very lax in his work recently, putting in minimal effort. Wei Yuzhi, who paid his salary, spent more time driving himself than Wu Cheng did. Wei Yuzhi, of course, couldn’t tolerate this, but considering Wu Cheng’s current mission was to “curve-ball save the country” by getting close to Wen Zhijie, he tacitly accepted Wu Cheng’s passive work ethic.

Young Master Wu didn’t care about the standard salary earned as a chauffeur, but if he were transferred away from Wei Yuzhi, life would become quite boring for him.

He headed straight to Wen Zhijie’s company on the weekend as usual, familiar enough to scrounge a hot breakfast from the admin staff. The admin lady registered his toast and coffee with a suspicious look, then turned around with a large stack of steamed buns, soy milk, fried dough sticks, and tofu pudding, heading back to the office. Amidst the pile of Chinese breakfast items, only Young Master Wu’s delicate salmon and scrambled egg on toast stood out.

“Why is your company so packed on the weekends? Exploitative boss squeezing employees—do you at least get double overtime pay?” Wu Cheng lamented.

Wen Zhijie, who had battled through terrible traffic and finally rushed to the company, heard this clearly. He squeezed Wu Cheng’s shoulder with a forced smile, intimately signaling the other to follow him to the boss’s office.

Wen Zhijie flopped down behind his desk and questioned Wu Cheng, baffled: “Do you have absolutely no life of your own? You run to my company more often than I do. An outsider would think you’re the boss.”

He already knew that the foundation backing Wu Cheng was secretly controlled by the Wei family, so he spoke without fear of offending the former, showing a drastic change in attitude compared to when he first greeted him.

Wu Cheng shrugged, the handsome, mixed-race face displaying a gentle and charming smile. He rigorously corrected him: “Actually, if this really were my company, I wouldn’t come every day. Otherwise, what’s the point of having a bunch of professional managers?”

Rich second-generation brat.

Wen Zhijie rolled his eyes.

Wu Cheng searched Wen Zhijie’s office like a treasure hunt, trying to find something fun. However, apart from a pile of handmade crafts that didn’t fit the Alpha stereotype, he saw absolutely no bright spots.

He held up a yellow cat needle-felting craft, thrusting it in front of Wen Zhijie, peering over it to ask: “Mr. Little Wen made this? It’s very childish.”

Wen Zhijie looked up and saw a 1.9-meter-tall Alpha wandering around his office. He inhaled sharply, massaged his throbbing temples, and tried to calm himself: “…I made that. Put it back.”

As an A-class Alpha, Wen Zhijie’s slight-sugar caramel macchiato scent and his height, barely reaching 1.8 meters, remained two painful thorns in his heart.

Looking back at Wen Zhijie in surprise, Wu Cheng looked down at the small, exquisite felt craft in his hand and exclaimed sincerely: “This is the first time I’ve seen an Alpha who likes handicrafts. Mr. Wen is indeed clever and skillful. When will you make one for me too?”

“Sure, five million yuan for one. Transfer the money now and I’ll make it immediately.”

Wen Zhijie flipped through documents without raising his head, suddenly coming across a French community user feedback form. He glanced at it, intending to feed it directly to the AI. Wu Cheng, standing idly beside him, keenly leaned over again, enthusiastically stating that he knew French and that trusting him was absolutely more reliable than trusting the AI.

Being stared at suspiciously, Wu Cheng stressed helplessly: “I grew up in France when I was a child. I spent more time in France than here. If you don’t believe me, call and ask…”

He nearly slipped and said, “If you don’t believe me, call and ask your brother-in-law.”

According to his assessment, Wen Zhijie probably wouldn’t be friendly toward Wei Yuzhi, and his official identity was only that of an investor, completely unrelated to Wei Yuzhi.

Wei Yuzhi could indeed vouch for Wu Cheng because the two had stayed in France together for a few years—though Wei Yuzhi lived his life, and Wu Cheng lived his—but overall, Wei Yuzhi could prove that Wu Cheng was indeed fluent in French.

Wei Yuzhi went to France neither for schooling nor to enjoy life. He was only fifteen or sixteen at the time. He went to France to bring back his grandmother, Ms. Wu, who came from the same family as Wu Cheng.

Ms. Wu and Wei Yuzhi’s grandfather had divorced long ago. Afterward, one settled in Lyon, France, and the other remained domestic, but they maintained a good friendship. Not long after Wei Yuzhi’s grandfather and father died, his mother also died while investigating the accident. It was under these circumstances that Ms. Wu returned to the Wei family.

She was a beautiful, elegant, but inherently chivalrous Omega. She took Wei Yuzhi’s hand to declare war on their enemies, to fight those who tried to take everything from Wei Yuzhi. Together, they walked a path of pain and darkness for many subsequent years that was unimaginable to ordinary people.

The internal and external troubles of the Wei family were resolved together. Except for failing to uncover the mastermind behind his mother’s death in time, Ms. Wu and Wei Yuzhi solved every problem. He had an excellent shooting skill, which was naturally used on the internal mole.

True power is unrelated to all external factors. The earliest non-human will Wei Yuzhi witnessed came from this female Omega.

Because of this connection, Wei Yuzhi’s attitude towards Wu Cheng was considered quite pleasant.

He no longer had the chance to express respect and gratitude to the deceased Ms. Wu, so he could only tilt the umbrella of compensation toward Wu Cheng.

Wen Zhijie looked speechlessly at Wu Cheng, who had nearly misspoke and quickly changed the subject. He thought to himself that he didn’t need to torture the man; the man’s fox tail was already showing.

This rich second-generation brat was indeed sent by Wei Yuzhi to “curve-ball save the country.”

Wen Zhijie felt a sense of finally becoming the de facto brother-in-law.

Yes, Wen Zhiyi and Wei Yuzhi had been married for two years, but Wei Yuzhi had indeed barely interacted with the Wen family—since Wei Yuzhi forbade Little Wen from interacting with the Wei family, Little Wen, in a fit of pique, had also told him, “Why should you come to my house?”

Wei Yuzhi thought for a long time and actually concluded that his non-contact with the Wen family was indeed beneficial to them.

During the two or three years before Ms. Wu’s life came to an end, Wei Yuzhi no longer focused all his energy on tracking down the mastermind. He began to spend more time with his grandmother, and through this process, he understood how painful it was to watch a loved one slowly wither away.

That’s why Wei Yuzhi didn’t let Wen Zhiyi interact much with Ms. Wu. He felt Wen Zhiyi definitely couldn’t handle such cruel things. And in those previous years when Ms. Wu held his hand and led him forward, what he learned from her was that to love someone is to handle all the cruel things for them.

Wu Cheng, who had been wandering around Wen Zhijie’s office for a long time, messed up the potted plants on the former’s windowsill, then lazily curled up on the sofa. This job was previously Wen Zhiyi’s most of the time. Wen Zhijie was quite displeased with Wu Cheng’s usurpation.

The unconcerned Wu Cheng showed Big Wen his signature dazzling smile, then typed on his phone keyboard, letter by letter: “After testing, I can confirm that Wen Zhijie already knows about my relationship with you, but he didn’t react much. It should be that Mr. Little Wen and he reached a mutual consensus. Congratulations, the ‘curve-ball save the country’ strategy is declared successful.”

He thought for a moment, his gaze landing on the felt craft in the glass cabinet in Wen Zhijie’s office, and he solemnly added a message: “Also, approve five million yuan for me.”

“?”

He Xin, who had been playing dead on the other end, replied instantly.

“He Xin?” Wu Cheng confirmed that the person communicating with him was not Wei Yuzhi via the question mark. “Wei Yuzhi even logged this account in for you?”

He Xin, looking at his superior who was listening to the report analysis calmly and silently, replied cautiously to Wu Cheng: “Mr. Wei is in a meeting. I am temporarily holding this phone. The joint account opened for you already has more than five million. You can use it directly with your authority.”

“Also,” He Xin added, “Mr. Wei instructed that if you can make it, you should also attend this meeting.”

Wu Cheng patted his head, remembering the set of bank cards that had been delivered to him shortly after he took on the mission.

He was once again certain that when it came to winning back his ex-husband, Wei Yuzhi was indeed serious.

“Can five million really get me one?” The young master waved lazily, signaling Wen Zhijie to look at him.

…

“The three people arrested and brought to justice after the incident ten years ago had very consistent files. They were all hooligan Alphas who had served in the military for a few years and then retired. Their confessions were also clear, insisting that tampering with the brake fluid line was an act of revenge against society, unrelated to any other factors.”

“As for how they infiltrated the Wei family’s private garage and accurately selected the vehicle used by Madam Wei for her outing, since the security personnel on duty that day all committed suicide out of fear of the crime, the truth can no longer be reconstructed.”

Wu Cheng, who had rushed back from Wen Zhijie’s company, also joined the meeting. He played with his phone nonchalantly, not caring about Wei Yuzhi’s cold expression.

The security personnel responsible for Madam Wei’s itinerary ten years ago were all excellent soldiers with extensive military experience. Suicide due to fear of the crime was almost impossible for them.

After passing level 9000 of his match-three game, Wu Cheng slapped his phone shut. It was a foldable phone, and when folded, it fit perfectly into his trouser pocket.

The sound of the phone closing made the eloquent analyst pause.

“Have you checked the service history of those three people? Did they know each other while serving, then disperse and reconnect when they had a mission? Did they have any common contacts during or before their service?” Wu Cheng propped his chin up with one hand, tapping the document in front of him. “In addition, these three Alphas most likely knew the security personnel on duty that day.”

“It’s basically impossible to trace back over a decade,” the analyst replied after thinking for a moment. “The situation was too chaotic when Madam Wei passed away. Evidence collection was a mess. We can only find this much about the three perpetrators’ files now.”

The sixteen-year-old Wei Yuzhi would never have imagined reaching his current position in just ten years, nor would he have imagined being able to remain calm in a meeting discussing the truth of his mother’s death. At that time, he was so painful, despairing, angry, and unwilling, fighting alongside his grandmother with a determination to destroy everything.

He listened to Wu Cheng and the analyst discuss with a cold expression. Some things must be accomplished, no matter how difficult.

“Are you being very cautious when collecting information?” Wu Cheng picked up his phone again and started playing his match-three game. “Why not make a big show of it, letting others think you really found something? Then whoever is the most anxious is most likely the ghost.”

His gaze lifted from the colorful phone screen and fell upon Wei Yuzhi. He slowly put on an innocent, pure smile: “Of course, the other side might also jump the gun.”

That’s how Madam Wei died. She successfully lured the snake out of its hole but failed to win the fight against the ghost.

If Wei Yuzhi was confident in winning this war, then Wu Cheng’s method was indeed worth a try.

But— Wei Yuzhi expressionlessly rejected the suggestion.

Too dangerous.

Wei Zhao hadn’t properly covered his tracks after digging up Wen Zhiyi’s information. Now, many people already knew that Wen Zhiyi was Wei Yuzhi’s spouse.

He needed to find the truth, and he needed Wen Zhiyi to be safe. He wouldn’t abandon either, but if a priority had to be set, Wen Zhiyi was naturally more important than everything else.

He could no longer obtain, but he must absolutely never lose again.