Chapter 689: I Actually Think Quite Well of Them
When he turned around, Chen Chaogong saw Chen Chaoxi wearing a carefree, almost gloating grin.
His own face darkened, gray at the temples, and he snapped angrily: “Wipe that smile off your face. Xiaofa is gone—nothing left of him, not even bones—and you’re happy???”
“To be honest? Yeah, I’m actually pretty happy.” Chen Chaoxi shrugged without the slightest guilt. He plopped onto the sofa, crossed one leg over the other, completely relaxed. Looking up at Chen Chaogong’s furious expression, he spread his hands and added: “Big Brother, even if Xiaofa has eyes and ears around us, we don’t have to worry anymore. All these years—where haven’t you been monitored by his people? We can finally breathe. We don’t need to pretend anymore.”
It wasn’t that the brothers enjoyed killing each other. It was that Chen Chaofa was the kind of person who could drive everyone insane.
He truly was a genius—psychology, behavioral studies, everything. Simply put: mind reading and manipulation.
He sank too deep into his roles. He loved studying every detail of a person’s behavior, analyzing all motives behind it. He could calculate every step someone took—forward or backward—with uncanny precision. He could see straight through the human heart.
Maybe because he saw everything too clearly, Chen Chaofa stopped seeing any goodness in people. Every good thing contained human ugliness behind it. And so, slowly, he simply… went mad.
Wherever Chen Chaofa lived, he could always develop countless informants—people who worshiped him as if he were a god, willingly feeding him information.
With all that data gathered in his hands, he could deduce most of the major events of a person’s life with frightening accuracy.
The Chen family villa was actually the last place Chen Chaogong and Chen Chaoxi wanted to return to.
Because here, they always felt stripped bare, exposed under Chen Chaofa’s gaze. No secret remained a secret before him.
To speak the deepest truth buried in his heart—Chen Chaoxi really had wished for Chen Chaofa to die.
And that thought… probably hadn’t escaped Chen Chaofa’s notice either, which was why he always held family bonds in utter disdain.
Seeing everything too clearly, he became too lazy to bother. Later he didn’t even want to stay in the Chen villa. He wanted to go out, walk around, clear his mind.
So he went to Yaoyang Base to cause trouble—and never came back.
“Big Brother, I’ve gotta say… that An Ran and Zhan Lian who killed Xiaofa? I actually think pretty well of them!” Chen Chaoxi’s expression grew more and more relaxed, almost like he was rebounding from years of suffocation. He grew giddy, shaking his head, practically bursting with joy.
Meanwhile, behind him, near the kitchen corner, Chen Jiao jerked her head back, pressing herself against the wall and taking a sharp breath.
What did she just hear? An Ran???
Was it that An Ran from Xiang City in the south? Was she still alive? Or was it just someone with the same name?
Chen Jiao kept listening.
Chen Chaogong and Chen Chaoxi had already begun discussing the people at Yaoyang Base.
They focused on An Ran, because the reports sent back said that on land, this An Ran was extremely difficult to deal with—but she had a weakness: her baby
The child’s nickname was incredibly simple and rustic—Doll.