Chapter 110: Luring the Enemy into the Trap

Lu Jianshen and his five brothers arrived quite quickly.

As soon as they got there, each of them was handed a tool and immediately started working inside the greenhouse.

Lu Jianshen, Feng Xiao, Xu Ming, and Fatty Huang handled it pretty well.

After all, they’d already built up some resilience from doing farm work before.

Planting vegetables or strawberries? Piece of cake.

But Da Cong and Mo Chenjing were utterly exhausted.

Especially Mo Chenjing…

Back when everyone else was helping plant trees, he’d been away on a business trip with his dad.

So he hadn’t participated in any of the tree-planting work afterward—not even for half a day.

That meant he’d never endured the grueling training of farm labor.

Now, he was being forced to roll up his pant legs, grab a shovel, and squat on the ground planting vegetables.

He was genuinely mentally drained.

It felt just like that day two months ago when Brother Shen tricked him into going up the mountain to plant trees.

He’d thought that day was already a nightmare.

He never imagined the nightmare was far from over.

There were four greenhouses here!

Four whole ones!

Each greenhouse was so wide and so long.

Standing inside one, you couldn’t even see the end.

Aaargh! His heart was so tired.

He had money—he could easily hire people to come plant the vegetables for him.

Why did he have to do it himself?

What was so great about planting vegetables anyway?

It was dirty, exhausting, backbreaking work—and it wrecked your waist!

And then, remembering he’d been kicked out of the house by his own mother, Mo Chenjing’s resentment grew even heavier.

“Brother Shen, are you tired? Why don’t you take a break?”

“I’ll pay to hire fifty people right now to help out.”

“That way, we can finish planting all four greenhouses in just one day.”

The moment Mo Chenjing said this, he was met with mockery from Fatty Huang.

“Old Mo, are you really that useless?”

“We haven’t even gotten started yet.”

“Planting vegetables is so simple and fun—why would you hire someone else to do it?”

“If other people come do it, won’t we miss out on the joy of farming?”

“…” Mo Chenjing.

What joy? Where was this so-called joy?

Had Fatty Huang been possessed by some evil spirit?

Who in their right mind would find manual labor enjoyable?

“I think Fatty Huang’s absolutely right,” Feng Xiao chimed in.

“Ever since I started farming and planting vegetables, my back doesn’t ache anymore, my legs don’t hurt, and I feel way more energetic.”

“Last time I sparred with my dad, I actually won!”

“Honestly, Old Mo, farming really is interesting—it’s a great way to exercise too.”

“But the key is, you’ve got to calm your mind and really take the time to feel it.”

“What do you think, Old Xu?” Feng Xiao finished and turned to look at Xu Ming.

“Huh? Oh, yeah, right.” Xu Ming had been spacing out while planting vegetables.

Hearing Feng Xiao call his name, he snapped back to attention.

“Wait, Old Xu, you seem off today—what’s going on? Spill it.”

“Nothing much,” Xu Ming shook his head.

“Really nothing? Old Xu, don’t go treating us like we’re not your brothers.”

“If something’s bothering you, just say it. We’re all here for you.”

“It’s really nothing. I’ve just been thinking about what to do next—whether I should stick to my own plan or follow the套路 from those novels you recommended and set a trap for them.” Xu Ming said.

“Go on, give us the details!” Feng Xiao perked up instantly at the mention of gossip.

He quickly stepped over to the opposite side of Xu Ming, continuing to work while closely watching him for more juicy details.

“…” The other four.

Well, fine. Even though they thought Feng Xiao was being way too nosy,

to be honest, they were pretty curious too.

They wanted to hear the tea…

“I followed your advice and secretly collected hair samples from my dad and that guy, then got a paternity test done.”

“The results showed… that guy really is my dad’s illegitimate son.”

“I also hired a private investigator to tail my stepmom, and guess what—I found out she really does have someone on the outside.”

“That man is my dad’s driver.”

“He’s been by my dad’s side for years and even once saved his life.”

“If I can’t produce solid evidence proving that he’s disloyal to my dad and involved with my stepmom, my dad won’t believe a word I say.”

“Holy crap! Old Xu, you’ve gotta stay sharp! I seriously suspect your stepmom and the driver are having an affair, and that they’re secretly plotting to kill your dad, kick you out, and take over your family fortune.” Feng Xiao said.

“According to the novel tropes you recommended, that scenario is definitely possible.”

“So I’ve been wondering—should I set up a scheme to lure them into a trap?”

“Yes! Absolutely yes!”

“If you hesitate when you should act decisively, you’ll only suffer the consequences. Old Xu, don’t you go making any dumb mistakes at a time like this!” Feng Xiao urged.

“Yeah, that’s exactly what I’m thinking too.”

“My dad’s always been unreliable and kind of chauvinistic. If he could personally see or hear something himself…”

“He’d probably be so devastated he’d reconsider everything.”

“My only worry is… that woman might play the emotional card right in front of my dad.”

“After all, that guy really is my dad’s biological son.”

“I get it—you’re afraid that even if you set a trap and she falls right into it, you still won’t have enough to completely nail her?” Zhou Sicong interjected.

“Exactly.”

“That’s simple. Men, as a species, not only fear being cuckolded, but the older they get, the more they dread being schemed against—having their fortune stolen or their life endangered.”

“If your stepmom stacks all those red flags together, I seriously doubt your dad would still choose to forgive her.”

“Da Cong makes a good point. I think you should do this…”

“First, sweet-talk your dad and get him to take you around his company.”

“Even if he refuses, you can always use excuses like bringing him lunch or gifts to show you care—just to go see him.”

“The whole point is to make those people secretly watching you think you’re regaining his favor.”

“Then, find a few women of the type your dad likes and stir up some fake scandals between him and them.”

“Then, at the right moment, you casually let slip in front of your stepmother that your dad plans to transfer his company shares to you.”

“Next, fabricate a false impression that your dad’s health is failing.”

“Given your stepmother’s personality, she wouldn’t dare ask your dad directly. She’d only probe indirectly or go interrogate her lover.”

“At that point, you’ll need to arrange ahead of time for someone to dangle a little bait in front of your dad’s driver—give him some small incentive so he sees exactly what he’s supposed to see…”

“Then, go to your younger half-brother—the illegitimate one—and do this…” Feng Xiao began laying out his scheme.

His plan was intricate, each step seamlessly connecting to the next, leaving the other five utterly stunned.

No wonder—he’d read so many CEO-themed novels.

His methods, his cunning—it was all genuinely impressive.

“You’re something else, Old Feng! If someone like you ever transmigrated into an ancient imperial harem, you’d absolutely dominate palace intrigue.”

“Get lost! I’m a man! If I ever transmigrate, it’ll be into a cultivation world, where I’ll become an unparalleled genius with extraordinary talent.”

“Or better yet, become an emperor in ancient times—develop wastelands, lead southern campaigns and northern wars, improve people’s livelihoods, reform education, overhaul healthcare, and expand the empire’s borders to become a legendary sage ruler!”

“…” The other five remained silent.

This kid Feng Xiao must have read so many novels that he’d fried his brain.

Otherwise, why would he seriously entertain the idea that he might transmigrate someday?

“That’s exactly why I’m telling you—all this reading and learning in daily life is genuinely useful.”

“Who knows? Maybe one day you’ll transmigrate, and all this knowledge might come in handy.”

“For instance, what we’re doing right now—growing vegetables—is actually a highly technical skill, you know.”

“If Brother Shen hadn’t shown me the ropes, I wouldn’t have known that farming and vegetable cultivation involve so many nuances.”

“Brother Shen, I won’t lie to you—I’ve recently been reading not just CEO novels, but also plenty of books on vegetable and crop farming.”

“I know exactly when to water, when to fertilize, and even the proper ratios and ingredients for fertilizer!”

“I’ve even started reading books on hybrid rice technology these past few days.”

After finishing, Feng Xiao wore an expression of smug pride.

“…………” The other five exchanged glances.

“Six.” Mo Chenjing, exhausted to the point of collapse.

“What hybrid rice? Second Brother, are you thirsty? I brought some water for you all—here.”

Lu Qingqiang walked in from outside and handed each of the six men a bottle of water from the six she’d been carrying.

“Little Sister Lu, you’ve come at the perfect time—I have a question for you…”