My Live Broadcast Room Can Teach You Everything (10): 

After seeing Si Yuan’s text, the driver raised his eyebrows slightly. While walking toward the parking lot, he passed the news on to Li Zhaoran.

This was the driver the Li family had assigned to Si Yuan. Even though he worked for Si Yuan, his real employer had always been Li Zhaoran.

Li Zhaoran had instructed him to keep an eye on Si Yuan’s unusual movements, so of course the driver wouldn’t deliberately conceal anything for him.

So when Si Yuan met him, eyes flickering, and ordered him not to reveal this matter to anyone—not even his father or uncle if they asked—the driver’s expression remained unchanged. He answered honestly that there was no problem, then immediately turned around and reported to Li Zhaoran that Si Yuan had gone back to the Si family residence.

When Li Zhaoran learned that Si Yuan had suddenly left the office building, he vaguely guessed what was going on. He told the driver to keep reporting Si Yuan’s movements, and also informed Si Yishan of what Si Yuan might have discovered.

Si Yishan opened the household surveillance and saw Si Yuan head straight for his room after returning home, pick up a strand of hair from the bedside, quickly wrap it in tissue, and hide it in his pocket.

Then, without stopping, Si Yuan left the house again and had the driver take him back to school.

Si Yishan told Li Zhaoran what he had seen. Li Zhaoran confirmed that Si Yuan had sensed something wrong about his identity and had already made contact with the force behind the malicious baby swap back then. He immediately sent people to investigate Si Yuan’s movements for the day, and ordered a thorough check of the company’s computers and every document and person Si Yuan had come into contact with, determined to find out who was behind it all.

Si Yuan wasn’t stupid either. He deliberately kept a backup plan. After returning to school and waiting for the driver to leave, he slipped out again, disguised himself with a mask and new clothes, and took a taxi to a nearby testing agency.

If the Li family hadn’t already known about Si Yuan’s suspicions, this move would indeed have been safe enough to hide the truth for quite some time.

But the Li family was already on alert. After getting the driver’s report, they stationed people at the school. They watched from a distance as Si Yuan changed clothes and left campus, then followed him all the way to the testing agency.

Looking at the photo of Si Yuan walking into the agency, sent back by his subordinates, Li Zhaoran’s eyelids lowered and he murmured softly, “Don’t let me down…”

Even though he could already predict what choice Si Yuan would make, after raising him for so many years, Li Zhaoran still held a sliver of expectation in his heart.

As long as Si Yuan could bring him the test results, confess that someone had approached him using this matter in secret, then Li Zhaoran might be willing to turn a blind eye and still retain a thread of familial affection for him.

As long as Si Yuan was willing to be honest with him, not continue keeping him in the dark…

But would Si Yuan really do that?

After raising him for so many years, how could Li Zhaoran not understand the child’s nature?

Li Zhaoran let out a pained sigh.

[Master, master, Si Yuan already knows his real identity.]

Si Qi responded with a simple [Mm], standing in the training room explaining the last round of command exercises to his team while asking inwardly: [How is the Child of the World reacting?]

[Same as the Li family, secretly investigating who has been contacting Si Yuan. No other moves yet.]

Si Qi: [Tell me when they act.]

Seeing that Si Qi wasn’t worried at all, Xiu Xiu eagerly asked: [The Li family is looking for the mastermind from back then. Should I make a move?]

Xiu Xiu had long ago found out exactly who was responsible. If Si Qi agreed, Xiu Xiu could immediately hand over all the information to the Li family.

Si Qi shook his head: [No need. They can handle it.]

The Li family would surely want to settle this personally. The forces that had indirectly caused the original’s unhappy childhood and his death on the operating table were doomed to meet a bad end.

Of course, those people also included the Child of the World and Si Yuan.

Si Yuan stared at the test report in front of him, his limbs icy cold.

The contents were exactly the same as the documents that mysterious person had sent him, except that it lacked the Li family’s test results.

But… how could he not be his father’s biological son?

He had lived in the Si household for so many years, naturally enjoying the best treatment, looking down on those illegitimate children without proper names.

Now it turned out he was worse than them—a usurper, a cuckoo in another’s nest. How could he endure this?!

His privileged life would vanish. Those illegitimate children he despised would laugh at him from above. Even his uncle, who always doted on him, would care more about where the real child had gone!

He absolutely could not let this be exposed. Never!

Sweat dripped from his forehead as Si Yuan clenched the paper in his hand into a tight ball. In his mind surfaced that string of addresses and times.

He would find out who had trapped him in this humiliating situation, who had made him so frantic!

…

“You actually think it was us who harmed you?” A week later, the man sitting opposite Si Yuan sneered. “Kid, do you know who I am?”

Si Yuan stared coldly at him, glanced at his attire with disdain, and said, “Why should I know? Who do you think you are?”

“Ha.” The man chuckled and shook his head. “I’m your father.”

Si Yuan’s hand, casually resting on the table, trembled slightly. He forced his expression under control, refusing to show fear.

The curses that should have burst out stuck in his throat, unspeakable.

The situation before him filled him with shame and pain. He wished this were only a dream.

The man didn’t care about Si Yuan’s look of disgust and resistance. Instead, he laughed. “You really are my seed. When it comes to selfishness, you’re exactly like me.”

“Enough!” Si Yuan roared like a cornered beast, both hands slamming against the table, bloodshot eyes glaring. “What the hell do you want!!”

The man shrugged. “I want you to inherit everything from Si Yishan.”

Si Yuan’s ragged breathing faltered. He looked at the man in disbelief.

The man smiled, adjusted to a more comfortable posture, and said, “I switched you with the Si family’s child not to hurt you. Otherwise, how would you have had such good days for all these years?”

Si Yuan’s gaze wavered. His fear slowly calmed. Things weren’t as he had imagined.

The man continued, “In the family I was nobody, had no inheritance rights, and after adulthood I was cast out with a sum of money. If you’d grown up with me, you would have been no better than those lackeys around you… no, even worse than them.”

Si Yuan pressed his lips together and fixed his stare on the man.

“But look at you now,” the man smiled. “You’re Si Yishan’s only acknowledged son, adored by the Li family head. Even when facing the Chu family’s eldest, you don’t have to show weakness. Aren’t you satisfied with this? Do you think I shouldn’t have switched you?”

As he sorted out the logic, Si Yuan’s anxious heart gradually calmed, even giving rise to a sense of relief.

Yes, how was this bad luck? He was the one who had benefited the most.

He frowned slightly, looking at the man.

He couldn’t bring himself to call him father, but his sense of disgust wasn’t as strong anymore either.

“So why did you ask me here this time?” he asked.

Surely not for some family reunion. If that were all, Si Yuan would only find it troublesome. He had no desire for another relative, didn’t care about the mother he once longed for as a child, and even wanted to return to the ignorant peace of before, rather than this current state of constant fear of being found out.

The man noticed Si Yuan’s impatience. Any trace of closeness in his eyes disappeared, and his voice turned calm. “I already told you. I want you to inherit the Si family.”

Si Yuan sneered, “If you hadn’t come to mess things up, I would have inherited anyway!”

“Really?” the man countered. “Do you think the only reason you haven’t been exposed all these years is because of luck?”

Si Yuan was struck speechless.

“If you don’t act,” the man said, “that ticking bomb inside you will explode. Once your so-called siblings catch on, you’ll be the one who suffers.”

“Act?” Si Yuan’s expression twisted, words squeezed out through clenched teeth. “What do you mean? What do you want me to do?!”

The man’s tone stayed indifferent. “Still hesitating because of father-son ties? If this is exposed, your ‘father’ won’t care about you. You know how cold he is to you. Without you, he has plenty of heirs.”

“You’re threatening me,” Si Yuan said, enunciating each word.

The man shrugged. “Not a threat, just the reality of your situation. I’m helping you see it clearly.”

Si Yuan felt chilled all over, as if stripped naked and thrown into the snow.

The man placed a bottle in front of him.

“Pour this into drinking water, or inject it. Not even a god could tell.”

Si Yuan trembled, not daring to look at it.

“And another thing. You’re working on the Li-Si collaboration project now, aren’t you? Send me your plan.”

Si Yuan snapped his head up. “What are you trying to do?!”

The man only smiled indifferently. “Don’t think just because you’re my son, everything I do will be for your sake.”

“You’re using me!! You want me to—” Si Yuan cut himself short, too afraid to say it aloud.

The man had no such qualms. “Yes. I want you to inherit the Si family, and I want you to bring down the Li family for me.”

Si Yuan’s face went pale, anger and fear mixing.

The man softened his tone, almost comforting. “You’re my son, carrying my blood. I won’t harm you. The Li and Si families mean nothing to you. Only I stand on your side. When you take the Si family and I swallow the Li family, only then will we truly have everything. Only then will we be safe.”

Si Yuan lowered his head, struggling to process everything.

“Think about it,” the man said slowly. “Do they really matter so much to you? They love you only because they think you’re their child. If they learn the truth—that you stole everything from their real child—will they not hate you? Won’t they vent all their hatred on you? You, the beneficiary. They won’t be grateful for your current restraint. They’ll only drive you out, ruin your name, strip you of everything.”

Si Yuan’s breathing grew harsh and strained.

The man gave him a sidelong glance. “Do I really need to threaten you outright before you obey? You know you can’t refuse me. I understand your nature better than you do.”

Si Yuan said nothing. After a long silence, he raised his bloodshot eyes and, under the man’s gaze, slowly stretched out his hand to clutch the medicine.

Only then did the man smile in satisfaction. “That’s more like it.”

Si Yuan’s back bent, shoulders heavy as though weighed down by a thousand pounds.

…

Watching Si Yuan reach for the drug, Li Zhaoran felt his chest seize with pain, almost unable to breathe.

“Zhang Shuo… the Zhang family!!!”

His eyes red, Li Zhaoran glared at the surveillance feed, his voice nearly a roar.

Beside him, Si Yishan’s expression was equally dark. He might not care about this false son, but seeing the boy he had raised for over a decade about to make a move to kill him hardly made him happy.

The other Li family powerholders sighed faintly, shaking their heads, unable to decide how to judge that child.

If Si Yuan really cared about them, saw them as more important than power, more important than himself, then he would never have reacted like this.

But he didn’t even have the thought of cursing or accusing that person. From beginning to end, all he considered was his own interests.

If Li Zhaoran hadn’t recognized Si Qi in advance and uncovered Si Yuan’s true identity—

If they had really believed Si Yuan, and hadn’t noticed in time when he contacted the Zhang family—

Wouldn’t it be that by the time Si Yishan was poisoned to death, and the Li family had taken a heavy blow from this project, they wouldn’t even know who was secretly harming them? They might even end up comforting Si Yuan, who had “lost his father.”

Seeing Si Yishan’s expression darken, the Li family members spoke words of comfort: “After all, he’s not your child, no wonder he’s not close to you.”

“Xiao Qi is a sensible boy. He treats Mr. Geer very well, knows how to be grateful, unlike this one here.”

“He’s also skilled at piloting mechas, knows strategy and tactics. He’s countless times better than Si Yuan, and much more suitable to be your heir.”

Hearing this, Si Yishan forced a smile and said, “Yes.”

Such outstanding talent, such perfect genes—if transplanted into his own body, he would quickly return to the peak of his strength.

Why did the Li family have to discover Si Qi’s existence? Why couldn’t he have acted sooner and transplanted the organs already?

Si Yishan clenched his fist on his leg, then discussed with the Li family how to counter the Zhang family’s schemes, how to turn the tables on them. They planned deep into the night before he finally took the car back to the main residence.

Si Yuan had already returned. Si Yishan deliberately waited in the living room, but Si Yuan never came downstairs to confess anything.

He couldn’t help letting out a cold laugh, then went upstairs to his room.

From the safe, he pulled out Si Qi’s file. He sifted through the details—his origins on the trash star, an age similar to Si Yuan’s, parents of unknown background. Tapping lightly on the paper, his gaze drifted toward Si Yuan’s room.

…

Life had been very hard for Si Yuan lately.

The work he once enjoyed suddenly took on another nature. At first, he only wanted to do things well, to prove his abilities in front of the Li family and his father. But now it had turned into maintaining the illusion of progress on the surface, while secretly passing information to the Zhang family—leaking confidential intelligence and critical internal data to help them sabotage the Li family.

He didn’t realize that every move he made fell into Li Zhaoran’s eyes. He thought he was being discreet, that no one had noticed.

In this way, he collaborated with the Zhangs inside and out, pulling off countless little tricks, openly stealing key research data on mecha development, and even leaving backdoor vulnerabilities in the Li family’s energy systems.

At first, when Li Zhaoran visited him at the company with a smile, asking about his work and whether he had run into trouble, Si Yuan felt guilty.

Fearing discovery, he forced a smile and insisted everything was fine.

Later, after pulling the same tricks many times, seeing that Li Zhaoran never suspected anything and still trusted him, cared for him, and treated him with kindness, Si Yuan grew calm.

Sometimes, he even secretly mocked the Li family—such a huge family, yet being toyed with by a teenager like him. How stupid.

There was no turning back. He knew the Li family would never forgive him. The Zhang family was his true family, his future backing.

He wasn’t unaware of what it meant to hand over the Li family’s core secrets to the Zhangs, or that they could use the system vulnerabilities to destroy Li family products anytime, tarnishing their reputation.

But this was the necessary path for the Zhangs to swallow up the Lis. It couldn’t be avoided. As long as he contributed, they wouldn’t forget him or cut him out of the benefits—because he held proof of their secret dealings. If they ever pushed him too far, he could still bite back.

One day, a little underling from school contacted him, saying he had shocking news.

This underling had followed him for years, done countless things for him: digging up information, spreading rumors that Si Qi was an illegitimate child, suppressing mistresses and their children.

Seeing him again, Si Yuan thought about how he would one day raise this underling further, keep him as a trusted aide.

The underling sat opposite him, starting with flattery—praising Si Yuan’s talents, belittling Si Qi, making Si Yuan swell with pride though he pretended to stay calm.

He sipped his coffee slowly. “Alright, get to the point. I have work to do.”

“Of course, Young Master Si. You’re busy, I understand.” The underling lowered his voice mysteriously. “I came because of that illegitimate child, Si Qi.”

Si Yuan raised an eyebrow. “Hm?”

When he had called Si Qi a bastard before, Si Yuan himself wasn’t sure it was true. He just couldn’t stand him. But after reading posts online and hearing classmates gossip, he eventually believed Si Qi had no relation to his father, and only resented him more because of their conflicts.

Now, hearing his underling bring him up, Si Yuan casually asked, “What about him? Did you find dirt on him?”

The underling nodded firmly. “Yes! I’ve been investigating, and I got solid proof that he’s an illegitimate child!”

Si Yuan almost laughed. Si Qi was just some kid from a remote planet, what connection could he have with the capital’s general’s household?

But the next words made his heart race, his face nearly betray him.

“I discovered Si Qi is your age, but his parents are unknown, and he accidentally ended up on a remote star. During his medical exam, detailed body data showed his mental power is inherited, not acquired—meaning at least one of his parents had a very high mental power level. How could such a person be born of backwater natives? And look—his features resemble Si Yishan’s, he’s talented at piloting mechas, sharp at military command. As the saying goes, ‘like father, like son.’ His gifts are clearly inherited from the general’s bloodline!”

Pretending not to notice Si Yuan’s face change, the underling continued indignantly, following the script given to him: “Young Master Si, you must not underestimate him. He deliberately made such a big splash, signing up for both the mecha and command competitions, being praised as a genius and the nation’s future pillar. He’s building momentum for himself! If General Si decides to acknowledge him and groom him as heir, then despite being a bastard, with his talent, he could still compete with you! Look how crazy people online are about him. If he ever declared he was going to inherit the family business, many would support him!”

Si Yuan’s heart pounded wildly. All he could think of was Si Qi’s face and the information about his unknown parents.

After reconnecting with the Zhangs, he had once asked about Li Qiran’s biological child, even imagined what that person might be like, how miserable they must be after he stole their identity.

But the Zhang family’s answer had been chilling: his father casually said the baby was strangled, stuffed into a bio-shielding device, and thrown away—likely already decomposed into fertilizer on the trash star.

Trash star, unknown parents, same age, that face…

Si Yuan had always hated Si Qi’s eyes, saying they looked exactly like his father’s.

But thinking again—his facial features, the overall shape—he actually resembled Li Qiran more! He had seen many videos of his mother when she was young. Li Zhaoran kept an album on his desk. That face was familiar—he just never connected it.

Now realizing it, Si Yuan trembled, fear seeping in.

The one he bullied, slandered, and looked down on—that was the true heir. The one who should have been despised was himself. Their positions should have been completely reversed.

Thinking of how his father once spoke to Si Qi up close, Si Yuan broke out in cold sweat.

No wonder his father noticed Si Qi instantly. Not because of his eyes, but because he looked so much like his wife!

Had his father realized the truth then? Had he suspected?

Sweat dampened Si Yuan’s palms; he wiped them on his pants. His pupils darted nervously as he recalled Si Yishan’s recent strange behavior.

“We can’t let Si Qi show off any longer. We need to get rid of him!”

His underling’s words echoed his own thoughts. Si Yuan glared at him, while the underling calmly held his gaze and said seriously, “If he keeps showing off, General Si will notice him sooner or later. What if the general decides to groom him?”

Just then, the underling’s terminal beeped with a message.

He glanced at it, face twisted with anger, and projected it into the air: “That bumpkin Si Qi actually won the championship in the command league for our school! Everyone’s calling him a genius, the only freshman to ever win! First he won the mecha tournament, now the command tournament. Isn’t it obvious? He’s deliberately trying to outshine you, to prove he deserves to inherit everything from General Si Yishan! How scheming!”

Si Yuan’s breath came fast, his heart in chaos. He blurted out, “Who else knows?”

The underling, straightforward, said, “Of course the whole alliance knows! These competitions are already popular, and now that it involves Si Qi, news spreads in less than a minute!”

Si Yuan’s vision darkened, his spine bending under the blow.

No. He couldn’t let Si Qi become more famous. He had to eliminate him before all of Li family and Si Yishan’s attention shifted away from him.