All Chapters of The Trillionaire Son-in-Law: God-Level Choice System
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The Puppet Master
The steam from the hot tea still lingered in the air, but the atmosphere in the Song Corporation boardroom had shifted violently.Ten minutes ago, it was an execution ground. Now, it was a carnival."Chase! My dear grandson-in-law!" Uncle Bob was the first to break the awkward silence following Adams’ humiliation. He clapped his hands, his face flushing with a greed so potent it was almost visible. "I always said you were a diamond in the rough! A five-billion-dollar mine! This is the dawn of the Song Dynasty!""Pop!"A junior executive, reading the room, popped a bottle of champagne that had been reserved for Mr. Wang’s victory. Foam spilled onto the floor, mixing with the cigar ash."To the Song Family!" Cousin Henry cheered, raising a glass. "To our new empire!"Chase sat at the head of the table, his expression unreadable. He watched them celebrate. He watched them toast a victory they hadn't earned. He looked at Adams, who was wiping her tears in the corner, her eyes already dart
Sometimes, You Just Need a Monster
The morning sun over North City was bright, but it offered no warmth to the man sitting in the black sedan parked across the street from the Song Villa.The car was a sleek, unmarked model with tinted windows that swallowed the light. Inside, the air conditioning was set to freezing. A man in a dark suit sat in the driver's seat, his eyes fixed on the iron gates of the estate. A jagged scar ran from his left ear down to his jawline, a souvenir from a blade that had missed his jugular by a millimeter.He watched as a Rolls Royce Phantom pulled out of the driveway."Target confirmed," the scarred man spoke into a secure earpiece. His voice was like grinding gravel. "He is leaving the nest."A static voice replied in his ear. "Do not engage. The Master wants to observe. We need to confirm if he is truly the lost spawn of the Lu Family or just a lucky commoner.""Understood," the scarred man replied. "But he smells dangerous. I can feel it from here.""A dog always smells dangerous to a r
The Shattered Trap
William Song clutched his leather briefcase to his chest as he navigated the narrow alleyway. His heart was hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. "Old Zhang?" William whispered into his phone, his eyes darting at the shadows. "I am at the entrance. Where are you?" "Keep walking, Brother William," Old Zhang’s raspy voice replied. "Third alley on the left. The Treasure Pavilion. Look for the red lantern with the golden dragon. Hurry. The buyer from the North is parking his car." "I am coming! Don't sell it!" William hissed. He hung up and quickened his pace. His palms were sweating against the leather handle. Inside that case was five million dollars in bearer bonds, the lifeblood of the Song Corporation’s logistics fleet. Just one flip, William told himself, his breath coming in short, nervous puffs. Buy the cabbage for five. Sell it for fifty. Put the five back in the safe before morning. Keep forty-five million profit. He imagined the look on Chase’s face. That arrogan
The Appraisal God
The metal shutters of the Treasure Pavilion were rolled down tight, sealing the interior like a tomb. Outside, the night air of Antique Street was filled with the chirping of crickets and the distant hum of traffic, but inside, the air was thick with the smell of stale tobacco and fear. William Song knelt on the cold concrete floor, his expensive silk trousers soaked in a puddle of spilled tea. He was shivering violently, his eyes fixed on the steel pipe in Black Dog’s hand. "Time is up," Black Dog checked his heavy gold watch. He looked at the trembling old man with a mixture of boredom and cruelty. "Your son-in-law is late. Maybe he decided fifty million was too high a price for a father-in-law. Honestly? I would have made the same choice." "He... he is coming!" William sobbed, clutching his briefcase. "He promised! Chase never breaks a promise! Just wait one more minute!" "I don't like waiting," Black Dog sighed. He tapped the pipe against his palm. Thwap. Thwap. "Boys, hold him
The First Fist
The air in the Treasure Pavilion seemed to freeze. Dust motes hung suspended in the light of the swaying bulbs. Chase Lu stood in the center of the room, his eyes closed. To William Song, cowering behind a display case, his son-in-law looked like a man accepting his death. To Black Dog, Chase looked like a fool praying to a deaf god. But inside Chase’s mind, a storm was breaking. [System Acknowledged.] [Choice Selected: Option 2.] [Downloading Combat Data: Wing Chun Grandmaster (Beginner)...] [Downloading Sub-Routine: Bone Breaking Arts...] [Integration: 100%.] It wasn't a rush of adrenaline. It was a rush of clarity. Suddenly, Chase could hear the heartbeat of the thug closest to him. He could calculate the velocity of the steel pipe swinging toward his temple. He knew the tensile strength of the human wrist. He knew exactly how much pressure was required to turn a elbow into a bag of gravel. Chase opened his eyes. They weren't the eyes of a live-in son-in-law. They were
The Auction House VIP
The morning sun filtered through the blinds of the Song Villa, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. Chase sat at the kitchen island, a cup of black coffee steaming to his left. In front of him lay a jagged, rusted iron rod about three feet long. It looked like a piece of scrap metal pulled from a construction site dumpster. William Song walked into the kitchen, wearing a silk robe and nursing a hangover. He stopped when he saw the rod. He didn't sneer. He didn't mock. He just swallowed hard and walked around the island, giving Chase a wide berth. "Morning, Chase," William whispered, his eyes darting to the "scrap metal." "Morning, Dad," Chase didn't look up. He was staring intently at the rust. "Is... is that the weapon?" William asked, his voice trembling slightly. "From last night?" "It’s just something I picked up," Chase said. "Black Dog didn't need it anymore." William nodded quickly. "Right. Of course. I’ll just... get some water." Chase ignored him. He was foc
The Hidden Master
The air in the VVIP suite of Christie's Auction House was so still that the sound of a falling pin would have echoed like a gunshot. Chase Lu sat on a velvet sofa, a white towel in his hand. On the mahogany coffee table before him lay the rusted iron rod. Surrounding him were three of the country's top appraisers, including Director Henry Wu. They wore white gloves and held magnifying glasses, their faces pale with skepticism. "Mr. Lu," Henry Wu cleared his throat nervously, adjusting his glasses. "We have the cleaning solution you requested. But... are you sure? This solvent is highly acidic. If that is just common iron, it will dissolve the patina. It might destroy the... item." "It won't dissolve," Chase said calmly. "Pour it." Henry signaled the lead conservator, an elderly man named Master Chen. Master Chen’s hands trembled slightly as he tilted the beaker. Hiss. The clear liquid hit the caked mud and rust. A cloud of acrid steam rose up. "It is reacting!" Master Chen gasp
I am not a Prudent Citizen
In the VVIP suite of Christie's Auction House, the atmosphere had shifted from one of celebration to a suffocating stillness. The dust motes dancing in the sunbeams seemed to freeze in place. The steam rising from Henry Wu's porcelain teacup suspended in mid air, a white ribbon of heat that refused to dissipate. Chase Lu stood by the floor to ceiling window. His heart didn't race. Instead, it thumped once, hard and heavy, like a war drum beating a retreat signal that his body refused to hear. [System Alert: Lethal Killing Intent Detected.] [Source: 800 Meters. North West Trajectory.] [Combat Instinct: Active.] It was not a conscious thought. It was the raw, downloaded muscle memory of a Wing Chun Grandmaster screaming at his nervous system. The sensation was cold, like a bucket of ice water dumped down his spine. "Mr. Lu?" Henry Wu stepped forward, oblivious to the reaper staring down at them from across the street. "Is something wrong with the view? You look... tense." Chase di
Absolute
The sirens wailing around Christie’s Auction House faded into the distance as Chase Lu navigated the back alleys of the Financial District. He moved through the shadows, his grey tracksuit blending into the concrete gloom. His heart rate had returned to normal, but his mind was racing. The Lu Family. He checked his wrist. The bruise from the sniper’s kick was throbbing, a dull ache that served as a reminder: he was flesh and blood. The Capital didn't care about his money. To them, he was just a loose end to be snipped. [Ding! Mission Complete: Survive the Assassin.] [Reward Issued: 200 System Points.] [Bonus Reward: Danger Sense upgraded to Level 2 (Intermediate). Sensitivity range increased to 50 meters.] Chase stopped under a flickering streetlamp. He felt a sudden, strange sensation, like a cold shiver running across his skin. He focused. He could feel a stray dog watching him from behind a dumpster thirty meters away. He could sense the vibration of a subway train passing de
It is barely enough
The morning sun filtered through the blinds of the Song Villa kitchen, casting long, sharp shadows across the marble countertop. But the warmth of the day did nothing to melt the tension in the room. Bella leaned against the island, her arms crossed tight across her chest, a shield against the world. She looked at Chase. He was still wearing the same grey tracksuit he had worn to the auction house yesterday. It was dusty, scuffed at the knees, and despite his attempt to hide it, she could see the stiffness in his movements when he reached for his coffee. "Maison Rouge," Bella repeated, skepticism coloring her voice. She shook her head, a loose strand of hair falling across her face. "Chase, are you serious? That store is appointment-only for VVIPs. A simple tie there costs more than my car." Chase sipped his coffee, the steam curling around his face. His eyes, usually guarded, twinkled with a mischief she hadn't seen in years. "I know. That's why we're going." "But... why?" Bella a