Go To Your Death Chapter 11

Fishing

Mu Huacheng sent the fish he caught to the kitchen, instructing the cook to stew a pot of fresh fish soup, claiming it was to replenish his vitality.

Who this he was went without saying.

At the dining table, Lin Jinyao ate without tasting anything, stealing several glances at Mu Huacheng’s expression before finally speaking after a long silence. “Mr. Mu, I need to leave Xiling Island for two days.”

Mu Huacheng did not answer immediately.

His expression remained normal as he placed a piece of food into Lin Jinyao’s bowl with his chopsticks before looking up at him.

“To do what?” Mu Huacheng’s tone was too calm to discern any emotion.

“…It’s too stifling on the island.” Lin Jinyao didn’t even want to come up with a complicated excuse now because he was certain Mu Huacheng would agree.

For some reason, he just had this feeling—he had the man wrapped around his finger!

Sure enough, Mu Huacheng only gave him a meaningful look before turning to Chen Jin, who stood nearby. “Go prepare the helicopter.”

Chen Jin immediately bowed. Without a single unnecessary question, he turned and walked away quickly to make the arrangements.

Lin Jinyao looked up at Mu Huacheng, who was unhurriedly ladling a spoonful of fish soup.

“…You agreed?” Although he knew Mu Huacheng would eventually agree, he couldn’t help but confirm it.

Mu Huacheng placed the bowl of fish soup in front of Lin Jinyao, his calm and gentle gaze falling on the younger man’s face.

“A-Yao, in all fairness, over the past year, when have I ever refused you anything you wanted to do?”

Lin Jinyao was speechless and lowered his head in silence.

It was true. From expensive sports cars to treasures from auction houses, even the long-discontinued candies he had mentioned in passing from his childhood… Mu Huacheng granted almost every request.

Extreme material generosity coupled with tight surveillance.

Ever since he entered this golden cage, Mu Huacheng had provided for him meticulously in every way.

Except for freedom!

A brief silence spread across the dining table.

Lin Jinyao lowered his eyes, avoiding that gaze that seemed capable of seeing right through him. His heart rate quickened inexplicably, and a more transgressive thought escaped his lips uncontrollably.

“…Then, can the… frequency of that also be reduced a bit?”

The moment the words left his mouth, Lin Jinyao regretted it.

What on earth was he saying? Why would he bring up such a thing in the dining room!

He had simply lost his mind.

Lin Jinyao felt the gaze on his face slowly become aggressive, causing a blush to spread uncontrollably from the tips of his ears to his cheeks.

Before long, he heard Mu Huacheng’s soft laughter from above.

That laughter carried an unquestionable firmness.

Two words: “No.”

Lin Jinyao closed his eyes completely. The tiny spark of hope in his heart was extinguished, replaced by a sense of helplessness.

As expected… this old man, how could his energy in that department be so ridiculously high!

Because of that sentence, Lin Jinyao was tormented half to death by Mu Huacheng again that night.

Even though he had hidden in bed early to pretend to sleep, he still couldn’t escape.

Who would have thought that Mu Huacheng wouldn’t even let someone who was asleep off the hook?

While Lin Jinyao’s consciousness was still tense, his body felt the pain first. Because the sensation was so familiar, it felt like a blunt knife slicing directly through the night sky.

Lin Jinyao’s pain was incredibly clear, but his perception was scattering, like water slowly seeping into sand—unable to separate, unable to do anything but allow himself to be submerged.

At this stage, begging for mercy was useless!

The rising and falling of the mattress was like waves crashing against the shore, possessing its own unique rhythm.

Lin Jinyao’s vision slowly began to blur. The shadows on the ceiling gathered and dispersed. He felt like a light piece of paper violently swept up by a tornado; with every lift and every fall, the paper bordered on tearing, never finding a solid place to land.

Drenched in sweat, Mu Huacheng eventually carried the unconscious man to the bathroom. After cleaning him up, he carried him back to bed, changed into his own pajamas, and went to the study.

Inside the study, incense curled in the air, which was filled with an invisible sense of suffocation.

Mu Huacheng’s fingertips lightly tapped the desk. Tap, tap, tap. Each sound struck Chen Jin’s heart, making it hard for him to breathe.

“Mr. Mu, news just came in. The people we sent to negotiate failed to complete the task.” Chen Jin’s voice was very low, his tone filled with the shame of an unfulfilled mission. “The other party… is airtight. All our contacts were blocked by their legal team. Their attitude was respectful and skillful, leaving no loopholes and seemingly no room for negotiation.”

At this point, Mu Huacheng’s tapping abruptly stopped.

He looked up. There was no emotional fluctuation in his eyes, yet Chen Jin felt as if an invisible pair of large hands was tightening around his neck, making it difficult to breathe.

“Find a way.” Mu Huacheng’s voice wasn’t loud; it was even quite flat, but every word was undeniably cold and hard. “Find the person behind it. Pry open any crack you can find, by any means necessary.”

“Yes!” Chen Jin’s heart trembled, and he immediately responded.

He knew very well how much scope of action and how much force “any means necessary” meant in Mu Huacheng’s dictionary.

Don’t ask about the process, don’t care about the methods—only the result mattered!

Mu Huacheng paced to the desk and let out a sneer, his tone filled with undisguised contempt. “That pack of parasites in the Lin family… back then, they pounced like mad dogs and picked everything clean.”

Mu Huacheng’s gaze became distant, as if he were personally seeing that five-year-old child from years ago, losing everything in the wake of a sudden, massive tragedy and the heartless carving up by relatives.

Chen Jin lowered his head and remained silent.

It turned out that when Lin Mu and his wife died in the aviation accident, Lin Jinyao was only five years old.

Overnight, Lin Jinyao fell from being a favored son of heaven into the mud.

And that brilliant couple, who could have founded an even greater business empire, left behind a vast estate that was almost instantly picked clean by distant relatives who smelled blood. They used various pretexts like guardianship and management; their methods were filthy, and their greed was unsightly.

In the end, what remained in Lin Jinyao’s name, aside from some meager and difficult-to-access trust funds, was likely only a remote, neglected old residence.

Its symbolic meaning far outweighed its actual value.

Those insatiable relatives squandered a family business with deep roots in just a few short years, leaving none of its former glory.

They were so eager to sell off the shares for cash that the entire Lin Group eventually could not escape the fate of being acquired.

Chen Jin continued his report. “Two years ago, the Lin Group was renamed FloFlo Holdings.”

“But the strangest part of this matter is that the acquirer who delivered the final blow and took over this mess is extremely mysterious.”

“The entire transaction was swift and low-profile, and the conditions were said to be extremely harsh, almost uprooting the Lin relatives’ last remaining support. However, their true identity remains a mystery to this day because that person has never appeared in public. All affairs are handled through proxies and legal teams.”

Chen Jin continued, “Young Master Lin, the rightful heir who should have had priority inheritance and information rights by law, likely remains unaware to this day that his family business changed hands long ago, or perhaps he only knows the barest details.”

Silence fell over the study once more.

Mu Huacheng’s gaze turned toward the boundless sea outside the window, the depths of his eyes shifting like clouds and wind. Back then, when the Mu family heard about the Lin family’s disaster, they had secretly intervened to protect them, preserving a small portion of the Lin family’s assets. However, they lacked a formal justification, so what they managed to recover was very little.

“By the way, there is one more thing. Around the time the Lin Group was acquired, Young Master Lin’s biological uncle also had both his legs sawn off because of a gambling debt.”

“Does A-Yao know about this?”

Chen Jin shook his head. “According to our investigation, he doesn’t. Young Master Lin has always believed he is an orphan, so he values his relationship with the Zhou siblings so much, even going so far as to approach you!”

“That’s for the best.”

“Investigate,” Mu Huacheng ordered again, his voice cold and hard. “Screen everyone who handled the sale and acquisition of the Lin family assets from start to finish. Go through them one by one. I want to know exactly who the person behind this is.”

“明白, Mr. Mu,” Chen Jin replied solemnly.

Mu Huacheng turned to look toward the bedroom, letting out a soft sigh. “I still arrived too late. If I had found him sooner, he would have suffered less.”

Chen Jin comforted him in a low voice, “Mr. Mu needn’t blame himself. No one expected that the person the Lin family claimed was a daughter was actually a son!”

“The Lin couple likely did that to protect A-Yao.” Mu Huacheng turned and asked, “Has the reason for Zhou Xubai’s suicide been uncovered?”

Chen Jin carefully observed Mu Huacheng’s expression. “Does Mr. Mu intend to let Young Master Lin investigate it himself, or shall we lay the evidence before him?”

Mu Huacheng rubbed his brow, his voice calm. “Let him investigate it himself! After all, he’s convinced in his heart that it has everything to do with me!” He paused. “What about Zhou Xuan?”

“He is still investigating Zhang Ming’s car accident.”

“Give him some bait. Without bait, how will the fish take the hook?”

“Yes.”

“The Zhou family… is also a piece of carrion rotten to the core. Except for that troublesome Zhou Xuan, they are beyond saving.”