Shadow Heir II: Dark Glory - Chapter 3

Su Wuji leaned forward, brow raised.
“This Mu Zhihui… that’s Mu Xudong’s youngest son, right? He’s been studying overseas until recently?”
He seemed to know the Mu family tree like the back of his hand.
“Yes,” said the woman in the slit cheongsam.
Su Wuji’s eyes lit up. He slapped his thigh.
“Perfect! Just when I needed a pillow, someone brought me one!”
He’d been fretting about how to “win Mu Qianyu back”—and now fate handed him a golden opportunity.
Without hesitation, he pulled out his phone and dialed a number, putting it on speaker.
Before long, Mu Qianyu’s cool, elegant voice floated out:
“You actually remembered to call me? What is it—had a change of heart and decided to return my money?”
Su Wuji chuckled.
“You and that cousin of yours, Mu…”
He turned toward the leggy manager. “What’s his name again?”
“Mu Zhihui,” she replied.
“Right. You and Mu Zhihui—how’s your relationship?”
“Not great,” Mu Qianyu replied dryly. “We butt heads constantly.”
Then she added, her tone tinged with mockery, “Why the sudden interest? I thought Young Master Su would be too busy entertaining beautiful women after scoring all that money off me.”
Su Wuji glanced at the mahjong tiles scattered across the table and grinned.
“Just finished entertaining them.”
Mu Qianyu paused.
“That quick, huh?”
Damn it—
Su Wuji nearly choked on his own saliva. It took a few seconds to recover before he continued:
“Mu Zhihui and his little gang were caught snuffing powder in my club. I’m thinking about breaking a leg on each of them before handing them over to the cops. What do you think?”
A long pause.
“Not like anyone in the family can control him. Do as you please,” she said.
Then, after a beat, her voice softened just a little.
“Thanks for giving me a heads-up.”
Su Wuji’s smile widened.
“Well, you are exceptionally beautiful. I try to show a little extra respect to beautiful women.”
He didn’t bother telling her the real reason.
Another moment of silence.
Then Mu Qianyu asked quietly, “If I were close to Mu Zhihui… would you have let him go?”
Su Wuji burst out laughing.
Once he’d gotten it out of his system, he replied, “Miss Mu, you might become my girlfriend one day, sure. But this is my turf. My rules. Nobody gets special treatment.”
With that, he hung up.
Then he gave himself a proud thumbs-up.
“Smooth as hell. Didn’t even sound like I was simping. Nailed it.”
Xiao Pang, who’d been watching all this silently, finally spoke up.
“Boss, I read somewhere that a real man should let the woman hang up first.”
Su Wuji scoffed.
“That crap was written by some beta simp. Toss it. Stick with my method—you’ll learn faster.”
Xiao Pang blinked. “But boss, weren’t you just simping?”
“…You’re not getting paid next month either!”

Across the city, Mu Qianyu sat at the edge of her bed, freshly washed and dressed in a pristine white nightgown. The moonlight poured in through the window, casting silver over her bare legs—smooth, supple, luminous. The hem of her dress barely reached mid-thigh, and the soft curves beneath the fabric rose and fell with each breath.
Her eyes were thoughtful, her tone hushed.
“Su Wuji… that call—was it your way of stepping into the Mu family’s internal war?”
She turned her gaze toward the window, her voice a whisper in the dark.
“But your sudden shift… it’s too abrupt. I can’t figure you out.”
She tossed and turned for over two hours but sleep never came.
Eventually, she picked up her phone and sent a message:
“Yenxi-jie, are you still up? I want to talk.”
The response came almost instantly—in the form of a phone call.
“I was just about to sleep,” came the tired yet warm voice on the other end. “But three underage punks with broken legs got dumped at the precinct, so now sleep’s off the table.”
Park Yenxi—half-Chinese, half-Korean—had once been the undisputed belle of Linjiang University. Mu Qianyu’s senior by three years, she’d passed the campus goddess crown on the day Qianyu enrolled.
Now she worked for the Binjiang Division of the Linzhou City Police as a criminal investigator. She was sharp, dedicated, and had effortlessly transformed from a campus flower to a “police flower.”
For as long as Qianyu could remember, Yenxi had been her confidante. Whenever she needed to talk, Yenxi was the one she called.
Hearing her voice brought a smile to Mu Qianyu’s lips.
She spoke casually, but with subtle curiosity.
“What happened? Some kind of brawl?”
“These rich kids again. High out of their minds, making trouble—again,” Yenxi sighed. “One of them was your cousin, Mu Zhihui.”
Mu Qianyu’s expression didn’t change, but something in her heart twitched.
“This time,” Yenxi added, “whoever turned them in did the world a favor.”
“Did the world a favor…” Mu Qianyu echoed. Then she added, “He’s only been back in the country for a couple years. We’re not close.”
“Last time Mu Zhihui got picked up, it was for an attempted rape,” Yenxi said, voice lowering. “And he threatened to rip the badge off my uniform. Honestly, I’m kind of relieved Su Wuji finally gave him what he deserved.”
That name landed like a stone in Mu Qianyu’s chest.
Su Wuji.
Her face froze.
It took a moment before she found her voice.
“…How do you know it was Su Wuji?”
Yenxi chuckled softly.
“We’ve worked together before.”
Her tone was relaxed, almost… familiar.
That unsettled Mu Qianyu more than anything.
Su Wuji and the police? That walking scandal?
Especially with someone like Yenxi, who had zero tolerance for shady characters?
“He’s not just some nightclub thug?” she asked carefully. “He beat up minors and you guys just let it slide?”
Yenxi’s laughter this time was gentler, deeper.
“Just because something looks righteous on the outside doesn’t mean it is. And the shadows aren’t always evil. You were born into the Mu family, Qianyu. I’d think you, of all people, would understand that better than me.”
Mu Qianyu went quiet.
Then said, “Yenxi-jie, I want to talk. Face to face. I’m coming over.”
She stood up abruptly.
Stripping off her nightgown, her graceful silhouette gleamed under the moonlight, supple curves and poised strength that defied gravity.
Moments later, she was dressed in fitted athletic wear, reaching into her bag for her car keys.
But just as she zipped it open, something fell out.
A folded slip of white paper.
“…Huh?”
She picked it up—and froze.
It was a check.
Eight million yuan.
The exact one she’d handed Su Wuji earlier that night.
He didn’t cash it?
Did I… misunderstand him?
Still stunned, she hadn’t yet made sense of it when her phone buzzed with a new message:
“Don’t go out alone tonight. You’re too pretty—if something happens, it’d be a real shame.”
The tone seemed teasing on the surface, but underneath was a thread of concern.
The sender?
Su Wuji.