Chapter Fifty-Six: Rules (Second Update)

Eight million is no small sum, and Gao Wu’s bank account had restrictions, making it impossible to transfer the money. It was Song Yunhe’s assistant who accompanied Gao Wu to the Beizhou Commercial Bank, where Gao Wu was issued a new high-authority debit card at the counter. The eight million was then transferred directly to Gao Wu’s account.

Song Yunhe handed over the money so swiftly, without even signing a contract, because he was confident he had Gao Wu cornered. He wasn’t afraid of Gao Wu playing tricks; in fact, he hoped Gao Wu would try something, so he’d have a legitimate reason to teach him a harsh lesson and show that clever schemes only lead to suffering.

Once the assistant left, Gao Wu opened his mobile banking app and counted the digits in his account again and again, growing more fond of them each time. In both his previous and current lives, he had never possessed so much wealth at once.

“Uncle Song, your real name is Song Gongming, isn’t it?” Gao Wu chuckled to himself, feeling the money had come at just the right time—a timely rain indeed!

Even in private, Gao Wu couldn’t help but praise, “Brother Song, you’re so generous!”

Today was competition day, the last match of the year for the secondary school league.

Gao Wu returned to his dormitory first. He intended to contact Song Mingyue, but unexpectedly, Shen Yue was already waiting for him.

“Hey, I think there’s a problem with your footage from the other day,” Shen Yue, being so familiar with Gao Wu, skipped any pleasantries and got straight to the point.

“What’s wrong?” Gao Wu was puzzled. He had sent Shen Yue the martial arts video from Jinsheng Hotel, asking him to edit and upload a suitable version.

It was just a martial arts video—why did Shen Yue look so troubled?

“It’s nothing much, but you shouting ‘I’m the best in the world’ is way too arrogant. I worry you’ll get flamed if it goes online…” Shen Yue was concerned. Gao Wu was just a young martial artist; such words were too bold!

If it got posted on Kuaoyin, who knows how much hate it would attract? Worse, someone might show up to teach Gao Wu a lesson—not a trivial matter.

Gao Wu was unconcerned. “We’re not afraid of controversy—the more controversy, the more views! Real strongmen don’t care about this. Only weaklings mind, and we don’t need to care about them.”

He hummed, “Youth has its own wildness, a heart like the sun, shining bright!”

Turning to Shen Yue, he said, “If you’re not wild at eighteen, what’s the point of being young? If you still shout like that a few years later, then you’ve lost your mind…”

“Alright then.” Shen Yue was mostly worried Gao Wu would get beaten up, but since Gao Wu wasn’t afraid, he didn’t mind.

Just as Gao Wu said, controversial videos always attract more traffic. The fiercer the debates, the higher the platform’s engagement.

Platforms love this sort of video—not only do they draw traffic, but they even deploy bot accounts to post extreme comments, luring keyboard warriors from both sides into the fray.

Shen Yue had brought his laptop and was editing at the desk.

Meanwhile, Gao Wu sent a Feixin message to Song Mingyue, recounting the midday meeting with Song Yunhe.

“Transfer via Feixin.” Song Mingyue replied with just four words.

“So powerful!” Gao Wu obediently tried to transfer the money, but was blocked by transfer limits.

He asked Song Mingyue for her bank account and, using mobile banking, finally sent over four million.

“I’ll go find him. The rest is not your concern,” Song Mingyue said, and fell silent.

Gao Wu wasn’t used to such abrupt endings, so he sent a cute sticker saying, “You’re the best!”

In the general manager’s office at Longteng Corporation, Song Yunhe was reviewing reports on his computer when the phone rang.

Upon answering, his secretary’s nervous voice came through: “Mr. Song, Miss Mingyue is here. She wants to see you.”

“Let her in,” Song Yunhe replied, prepared for this but surprised his daughter had arrived so quickly.

Gao Wu was efficient—he acted as soon as he received the money.

The secretary led Song Mingyue into the office, then tactfully left, closing the door gently behind her.

Song Yunhe leisurely regarded his daughter. She still wore sunglasses, a pure white fur coat lending her an elegant air, with knee-high leather boots.

Her style was simple and refined, matching her neat short hair. She had excellent taste.

He nodded approvingly. As a member of the Song family, one must display the bearing of a great clan. Unlike Gao Wu, whose casual attire betrayed humble origins.

“Are you here about Gao Wu?” Song Yunhe smiled, stepping out from behind his desk to sit at the tea table, in good spirits as he brewed a cup for his daughter.

“We haven’t seen each other for over a month—sit down, let’s have a father-daughter talk.”

Song Mingyue shook her head slightly in refusal.

Song Yunhe understood. “I can see how you feel—you dislike me interfering in your life.”

Looking at his silently standing daughter, he sighed, “I know Gao Wu isn’t a bad person, perhaps even a good one. But he’s too impulsive, and his background is lacking. Staying with you will only hold you back.

“As your father, I must ensure your future.

“Besides, I gave Gao Wu eight million as compensation. If he uses it well, it could change his fate. If he really gets into Anjing University, you can remain friends then.”

Seeing Song Mingyue’s silent expression, Song Yunhe smiled, “I know you don’t like hearing this, but I’m your father—you must listen to me. There’s no room for negotiation!”

He added proudly, “Our Song family became one of Beizhou’s great clans and so prosperous because all Song family members follow the rules.”

Song Mingyue didn’t argue; instead, she nodded quietly in agreement. “That’s true.”

“As long as you understand, that’s good.” Song Yunhe was gratified—his daughter had grown up and become sensible. Clearing the air was best.

“Excuse me, I need to make a call,” Song Mingyue said politely, then dialed her phone.

Song Yunhe chuckled—was his daughter going to complain to someone? It wouldn’t help.

But his smile faded quickly as she began the call with, “Grandpa.”

Song Yunhe’s expression turned complicated. He held deep respect for his father, never daring to contact him unless absolutely necessary. Since his daughter began living independently, she rarely contacted the Song family—when did she reconnect with her grandfather?

Before Song Yunhe could figure it out, Song Mingyue handed him the phone. “Grandpa wants to speak with you.”

Song Yunhe tentatively called out, “Dad, it’s Yunhe—”

He barely got the words out before Song Chunqiu’s powerful voice boomed from the other end, “Number nine, stay out of Mingyue’s affairs.”

“Yes, yes, I understand,” Song Yunhe hurriedly stood up, answering the phone with utmost respect.

After just a few words, the call ended. Song Yunhe handed the phone back to his daughter, words caught in his throat. But Song Chunqiu’s instructions were clear; no matter how curious he was, he dared not ask further.

“Please explain things to Gao Wu,” Song Mingyue said coolly, looking at her father. He had caused the issue, so he should resolve it.

“Gao Wu, this is Song Yunhe. What I said at noon was just a joke, don’t take it seriously.”

From the phone came Gao Wu’s low, hoarse voice, “How can that be? I’ve taken the money—I must keep my word.”

Song Yunhe replied helplessly, “The money is just your uncle’s sponsorship. If you help Mingyue with her training, that’s helping your uncle too…”

After lengthy explanations, Song Yunhe finally made things clear to Gao Wu. Hanging up, he couldn’t help but sigh deeply—how embarrassing this was.

“Goodbye.” Song Mingyue nodded slightly, turned, and left, shutting the door behind her, leaving Song Yunhe alone in his luxurious office.

Back at Yunhu Villa, Song Mingyue opened her tablet, logged into the secondary school league website, and checked the match for Ninth High, but Gao Wu wasn’t listed as a participant.

Ninth High was facing another weak team, and the tall Huang Long was dominating the ring, clearly about to sweep the opposition.

Song Mingyue sent Gao Wu a Feixin message: “Everything’s settled—business as usual.”

“Got it.” Followed by a string of “awesome, impressive” stickers. Song Mingyue pursed her lips in a slight smile, but ultimately couldn’t bring herself to reply with a sticker…