On the way back to the Shen residence, stuck in traffic, Shen wanted to listen to some music to relax, but accidentally tapped the radio. "It has been reported that the Shen Group, the largest enterprise in the city, has recently been embroiled in a scandal..."

Shen glanced at the program title "Today's Casual Talk," which was the most-listened radio station in City A. It seemed that the matter had spread even more widely than he had thought.

Upon returning to the Shen residence, Shen Shi got out of the car and saw the old butler waiting at the door. This was the old man's confidant.

"Young Master, the Old Master is waiting for you in the study." The elderly butler reminded him tremblingly, "The Old Master is in a bad mood today and even scolded the Master."

Shen Tianqi has made such a mess; scolding him is too lenient a punishment.

"Thank you for the reminder, Uncle Xia." This Butler Xia had practically watched him grow up, and Shen Shi was very grateful for his kindness. "You don't need to worry, go and rest."

Walking through the precious plants in the courtyard, before she could even reach the study, she was stopped by her stepmother, Qin Zhen.

"Xiaoshi, I've heard about what's happening outside!" Qin Zhen grabbed Shen Shi's arm, pleading as if she had found a lifeline.

“Your father was ignorant back then, and the old man has already punished him. Now only you can help him. Can’t family members talk things out? When you go in, you must persuade your grandfather!”

It seemed that Shen Tianqi was also inside. Shen Shi pulled his arm out of her hand and said, "Don't worry, Aunt Qin," before walking past Qin Zhen into the study.

In the study, the old man was sitting at the head of the table drinking tea, his expression calm and revealing no emotion, while his father, Mr. Shen, sat below him with his head bowed in shame.

"Please sit down." The two looked at Shen Shi as he entered, and the old man spoke first.

After responding, Shen Shi found a seat next to his father and sat down.

"The recent whistleblower letter has dragged the company into a quagmire." The old man didn't mince words and immediately got to the point: "The talk of tax evasion and money laundering is pure nonsense. Since I, Shen Tianming, started my business, every penny I've earned has been clean!"

The old man couldn't contain his anger any longer and pointed at Shen's father's nose, cursing, "In the end, it's all your fault, you rascal! You didn't do things cleanly and someone caught you red-handed!"

The nearly fifty-year-old father was so ashamed by the scolding that he wanted to disappear. Shen Shi looked at him and secretly agreed, saying, "You are absolutely right."

Just as I was about to see how the old man would uphold justice and turn his own family against him, I heard him ask, "Xiao Shi, what do you think we should do?"

Shen Shi: "..." You still need to ask me? He figured it out; the old man was definitely doing it on purpose.

But despite the complaints, solutions still needed to be found. Shen Shi looked at the old man with a serious expression and said:

"Grandson thinks that tax evasion and money laundering are just baseless rumors. If you are upright, you have nothing to fear. The Shen family is clean and honest, and their accounts over the years can withstand scrutiny. It's just that your father was caught red-handed about his past, but as long as he admitted it before it was exposed, it's not a big deal."

After all, it was an internal matter within their own company, and no one suffered any losses. At most, Shen Tianqi would be scolded a couple of times: "spendthrift" and "stupid rich kid."

Actually, the old man thought the same thing, but since it was his son, he didn't want to hurt feelings by saying it directly, so he had Shen Shi say it through him. He was about to nod in agreement.

Unexpectedly, Shen's father, who had been keeping his head down and silent, suddenly spoke up: "No, I don't agree!" Admitting a mistake in public is just offering your face to be slapped, isn't it?

When he was dating Lin Han, she was a somewhat famous artist. In addition, Shen Tianqi was also quite good-looking and was the heir to the Shen Group. He even became a minor celebrity on Weibo for a while.

Even now, many people still praise him as "the young master of City A," which is a great comfort to Shen Tianqi, who has accomplished nothing.

It's truly hard for him to accept that he has to personally uncover this veil of shame.

But the old man didn't care about such formalities. Upon hearing this, he disregarded all pride and launched into a tirade against Shen Tianqi:

"You unfilial son, how dare you disagree? You have no right to disagree. If you don't want to admit your mistake, get out of the Shen family. I, Shen Guoan, have no son like you!"

Looking at his good-for-nothing son, who was so old and still made his father clean up his messes, the old man trembled with anger.

"Grandpa, please calm down." Seeing that things were not right, Shen Shi walked to the old man's side, patted his back and said, "Father is just having a moment of weakness."

The old man snorted and said firmly to Shen's father again, "If you still want to live the life of a pampered young master, then do as I say!"

Shen Tianqi knew he couldn't fight city hall, so he kept quiet.

Although Shen Tianqi acquiesced, his expression still clearly showed dissatisfaction, even resentment.

Sigh, my son! The old man seemed to age ten years in an instant, waved his hand, and walked out of the study without saying a word.

Only the father and son remained in the room. Shen Shi smoothed the wrinkles in his clothes and said to his father in a teasing tone, "Anyway, you'll have to agree in the end. What was the point of all this trouble? It's all for nothing."

It's one thing for his own father to keep him in check, but now even this little brat is openly and secretly looking down on him.

"You and your unfilial son!" Shen Tianqi was not afraid of his son at all. He slammed the teacup in his hand down and pointed at Shen Shi, cursing.

Shen Shi dodged to the side and added fuel to the fire by saying to his enraged father, "I advise you to control your temper and prepare an apology."

After saying that, he walked out, leaving only Shen Tianqi, whose face was ashen, in the study.

The following day, Shen issued a clarification on his official Weibo account, and the tax authorities also released the results of their investigation.

The results showed that Shen had never evaded taxes or participated in money laundering, and the news immediately went viral.

At the same time, Shen Tianqi held a press conference, which was broadcast live, to recount the mistakes he made when he was young, and he apologized with tears streaming down his face at the end.

While watching the live stream, Shen Shi couldn't help but say: "The Oscars owe you a golden statuette."

Because his crying was so intense and the scene was quite humorous, netizens turned Shen Tianqi into memes and started making fun of him, making the press conference have an unexpected effect.

Money talks, and under the influence of capital, everything else is meaningless. This whistleblower storm gradually died down under the manipulation of the Shen family.

However, the cause of Wang Yicai's death has not yet been determined, and the murderer remains unknown.

That afternoon, Shen was drinking coffee when the television program showed a woman accidentally spilling red wine onto the suit of a man standing next to her.

The man and woman on the TV were slowly gazing at each other when Chen Shi suddenly had a flash of inspiration; he seemed to have found a clue.

"He Fang, go and investigate me again." Shen Shi got straight to the point as soon as he dialed the number, and said anxiously, "This is extremely urgent, so you must be thorough."

He Fang, who was still feeling guilty about Wang Yicai's matter, immediately perked up upon hearing Chen Shi's instructions. "Leave this to me, I guarantee there won't be any problems!"

Perhaps to prove his professionalism, He Fang was remarkably efficient this time, returning Chen Shi's call in less than two hours.