Chapter 30: Tell Him!

“Hurry up, Qingqing, don’t just stand there—go sit next to our ‘Resurrected Corpse’!”
Brother Lei’s eyes narrowed into slits as he called out with exaggerated enthusiasm, his demeanor that of a doting elder brother.
He turned to Chen Yu and said, “This girl, I’ve raised her like a real sister—absolutely genuine, untouched! No one’s ever laid a hand on her! Haha! Every day, she pesters me to introduce her to a boyfriend!”
“Look, isn’t ‘Resurrected Corpse’ here now? You’re a perfect match for her—more than enough!”
Chen Yu’s gaze swept across Li Qing’s pure, innocent face, but inwardly, his mind was razor-sharp.
He watched as the girl, with a touch of shyness and a hint of awkwardness, sat down beside him, her air of naivety almost convincing.
A delicate fragrance wafted over, and Chen Yu couldn’t help but flash a wicked smile. He reached out and, with natural ease, wrapped his arm around Li Qing’s shoulders, pulling her a little closer.
The girl’s body stiffened, but in the end, she did not resist.
With a grin, Chen Yu looked at Brother Lei and said, “Brother Lei, you really have an eye for these things! From now on, don’t call me ‘Resurrected Corpse’—what if you scare off my future bride, will you take responsibility?”
“My name is Chen Yu. Brother Lei, I’m acknowledging you as my brother-in-law!”
“Hahaha! Good! Brother Chen Yu, straightforward as always! I appreciate friends like you! From now on, we’re the best of friends!”
Brother Lei let out a hearty laugh, obviously delighted, and cast a meaningful glance at the girl. “Qingqing, from now on you’ll follow Chen Yu, understand? You must behave—those little moods and tempers you show with me, you’d best keep in check!”
“Brother Chen Yu, don’t worry! If Qingqing ever upsets you, or doesn’t serve you well, you can always return her! I’ll find you someone even better!”
Well now!
Chen Yu sneered inwardly—he might as well tattoo the word “surveillance” on his forehead, the way he said that.
Still, he couldn’t deny that Brother Lei’s tactics were impressive.
To offer a beauty of this caliber as a gift at a whim—it was no wonder Dong Zhan had sought him out back in the day to corrupt that mysterious “Mr. Jin.”
This so-called king of Jiang City’s underworld truly lived up to his reputation; his methods and hidden cards were unfathomable.
Chen Yu mentally raised Brother Lei’s danger level another notch.
Once the beauty was delivered, Brother Lei changed the subject and got down to business.
First, he lavished Chen Yu with praise for his “brilliant” performance on the variety show, calling him “wise and courageous,” “bold and clever,” making him sound like a god descended to earth.
After the flattery, he smoothly shifted the conversation to the afternoon’s events.
“Brother,” Brother Lei lowered his voice as if sharing a secret, wearing a “we’re all family here” expression, “this afternoon, you left all of us from the ‘Resurrected Corpse Crew’ hanging!”
“So tell me, what did you and Captain Yan talk about in that beat-up car? All mysterious and secretive?”
“Come on, tell your brother—don’t be so stingy. Is there some inside scoop?”
Here it comes!
Chen Yu thought to himself—the old fox finally couldn’t help showing his tail.
He put on a look of mild embarrassment tinged with pride, as if hesitating to reveal confidential information.
After all, the man had just gifted him a “peerless beauty” as his “girlfriend.”

As Chen Yu hesitated, Li Qing, sitting beside him, suddenly moved the small hand resting on his waist.
Her fingertips began to tap lightly and rhythmically on his shirt behind his back.
Once, twice, three times...
At first, Chen Yu raised his eyebrows, thinking the girl was either being coy or teasing.
But the rhythm of the tapping grew more distinct, more deliberate.
A bolt of realization shot through his mind!
This... this was Morse code?!
Outwardly, he maintained his casual banter with Brother Lei, but deep in his eyes flashed a trace of shock.
To use Morse code so adeptly, aside from niche enthusiasts, there were only two types of people—soldiers, and... criminal investigators!
Li Qing was definitely not the innocent girl “raised like a sister” that Brother Lei described!
She was an undercover cop!
That old dog Yan Zheng had managed to plant a spy right at Brother Lei’s side!
Chen Yu’s mind raced as he rapidly decoded Li Qing’s message.
The code was simple: just three words—Tell him!
“Tell him?” Chen Yu narrowed his eyes slightly. Tell Brother Lei? How much should he say?
Li Qing’s fingers moved again, this time more urgently, as if urging him on.
Chen Yu’s playful grin faded in an instant, his eyes growing sharp. He looked straight at Brother Lei, his tone suddenly more solemn. “Brother Lei, meeting you for the first time and having you arrange such a major ‘match’ for me—I truly don’t know how to repay you.”
“Since you and the ‘Resurrected Corpse Crew’ are so eager to know, I’ll share a little insider news to satisfy everyone’s curiosity—how about it?”
At these words, the warmth on Brother Lei’s face faltered, his eyes filling with anticipation.
He subtly signaled the young man standing beside him.
The subordinate instantly understood, bowed, and left the private room without a sound, closing the soundproof door behind him.
In a blink, the opulent room was left with only Chen Yu, Brother Lei, and Li Qing.
Li Qing seemed to sense the shift in atmosphere and tried to stand up to leave.
But Chen Yu tightened his arm, holding her firmly in place.
He flashed Brother Lei a knowing smile. “Brother Lei, no need for such a grand gesture—no need to clear the room. It’s not that big a secret, and Qingqing isn’t an outsider, right?”
He pinched Li Qing’s delicate cheek meaningfully.
Brother Lei’s facial muscles twitched, but he quickly recovered his smile, though it no longer radiated the same warmth as before.
“Oh? So, Brother Chen Yu, what do you plan to share with me?”
“Brother Lei, whatever you do, please don’t spread this around the ‘Resurrected Corpse Crew’—it wouldn’t look good!” Chen Yu lowered his voice conspiratorially, leaning in closer.

“This afternoon, Captain Yan did tell me something.”
“He said… in the high-end villa district in the eastern suburbs of Jiang City, a young and beautiful woman was… gutted!”
Chen Yu enunciated each word, his eyes fixed on Brother Lei’s face.
He caught it—a barely perceptible tremor in Brother Lei’s fingers as he held his cigar the moment those words were uttered!
His pupils contracted sharply!
Though it lasted only an instant before Brother Lei regained composure, that tiny reaction spoke volumes!
Chen Yu went on, unhurried. “It was a truly brutal and bloody case. But that’s not the most shocking part.”
“The real shock is, the victim… was the only daughter of Jiang City’s richest man, Zhang Fu—Zhang Luoluo!”
Brother Lei’s expression had now completely darkened, though he managed to squeeze out a strained smile. “Brother Chen, you must be joking.”
“The news about Zhang Fu’s daughter spread everywhere this afternoon—even the live streams were buzzing. The whole city probably knows by now. What’s so secret about that?”
Not satisfied?
Did he think the “value” of this information wasn’t enough?
Chen Yu sneered internally—so the old fox wanted to dig for more.
He feigned thought, then suddenly “realized” something. “Ah, you’re right, Brother Lei! The news has already spread. I saw the fans discussing it in the live stream—it’s even overshadowing the Luo Xiangdong case I was investigating.”
“After all, she’s the richest man’s daughter—status counts for a lot.”
“But…” Chen Yu teased, “what I just told you should still have some value, right?”
“Oh? What value?” Brother Lei narrowed his eyes, retorting. “Isn’t it all stuff everyone already knows?”
Chen Yu’s smile grew more playful. “Really? But from what I saw, while all the netizens in the live stream were shouting about Zhang Fu’s daughter being killed, making up all sorts of vivid details…”
“Not a single one of them mentioned… that she was gutted, did they?”
With those words, the last mask on Brother Lei’s face finally shattered!
His complexion turned ashen, his gaze flickering violently.
Old fox, your act still needs work!
Just a few words, and you’re already thrown off balance?
When I said “gutted,” your face went dark as a pot’s bottom, yet you still forced yourself to act unfazed.
Compared to that old fox Yan Zheng, your acting skills are truly not in the same league!