Feud

The Audit

The morning sunlight had barely reached the glass-and-steel skyline of the city when Cheng Inc.’s headquarters was already humming with an unusual tension. Security gates clicked, cameras swiveled, and assistants whispered hurriedly as suited men and women began filing through the revolving doors.

Today was not an ordinary day. Today, the government audit that Yiyai had quietly triggered in response to her grandmother’s failed power play was officially underway. Regulatory officers, armed with subpoenas, laptops, and a complete mandate to review every transaction in the last five years, were methodical, precise, and unrelenting.

Yihan arrived first at the executive floor, already pale with anxiety. His tie was slightly crooked, his fingers jittered as he brushed past assistants who dared glance at him. The earlier board coup, the sibling war, and grandmother’s failed gambit had left him unnervingly exposed — and the audit now promised to shine light into every corner of the empire he thought untouchable.

Yirai followed, composed on the surface but burning with her own panic beneath the silk layers of her blouse. She had always relied on optics, charm, and subtlety to maintain control, but the audit was neither optical nor subtle. It was a microscope trained on every imperfection, every misstep, every hidden deal.

By 9:00 a.m., the auditors had set up their command center inside the main conference room. Screens projected real-time transaction data, inter-company transfers, supplier contracts, and even personal expense accounts flagged for review. A dozen regulatory officers had spread through offices, quietly confiscating files, scanning records, and questioning employees.

Yihan gathered his senior executives immediately. “I want full cooperation,” he barked. “Answer everything truthfully, but don’t volunteer unnecessary information.”

The CFO swallowed hard. “Sir… the auditors have already cross-referenced banking records with our ledgers. They’re going to find discrepancies no matter what we say.”

Yihan’s jaw tightened. “We have insurance. Legal coverage. Our teams know how to handle audits like this. Stay calm.”

He didn’t feel calm.

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Yiyai, sitting high in her office overlooking the city, observed the chaos unfold via secured feeds. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard, ready to send additional documentation at a moment’s notice. She had orchestrated this audit carefully. It wasn’t just a matter of regulatory compliance — it was a scalpel cutting at the family’s nerves, exposing vulnerabilities the market and media could not ignore.

She sipped her coffee as a message pinged from her legal director:

Preliminary review underway. Red flags on inter-company transfers and unusual supplier agreements. Auditors are probing potential violations. Yihan’s exposure rising.

Yiyai smiled faintly. “Good. Let’s accelerate.”

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By mid-morning, initial findings were leaking within Cheng Inc. quietly but inevitably. Auditors had traced multiple irregularities:

Overstated revenue from subsidiary contracts to inflate share value

Under-the-table supplier payments bypassing proper channels

Misclassified intercompany loans that could be construed as self-dealing

Unreported executive bonuses that violated internal governance policies

Yihan’s face turned ashen as each violation appeared on the large display in the conference room. Executives whispered frantically. Yirai’s eyes widened, but her expression remained neutral, trained and composed — though every instinct told her the house of cards was cracking.

“You…” Yihan began, voice hoarse. “This… this is impossible. We’ve accounted for everything.”

The lead auditor’s voice was calm, professional, and merciless. “Sir, based on the documentation we have, the discrepancies exceed permissible thresholds. There is a risk of regulatory fines and potential criminal liability for officers knowingly authorizing these transactions.”

“Criminal liability?” Yirai echoed, disbelief slicing through her composed tone.

“Potentially,” the auditor confirmed. “We must complete the full forensic review before definitive conclusions, but the risk exists.”

The room fell silent. Fear had replaced anger. The executive team who had been untouchable under Yihan’s authority were now scrambling under the weight of legal uncertainty.

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At the same time, Yiyai quietly activated the second phase of her plan: controlled media disclosure. Carefully crafted press alerts, emphasizing transparency and the importance of regulatory review, began circulating. The headlines were neutral but deadly in implication:

“Cheng Inc. Faces Government Audit Amid Board Restructuring”

“Investors Urged to Review Financial Statements as Regulatory Review Underway”

“Questions Arise Over Supplier Transactions at Major Conglomerate”

Within hours, investors were calling, market analysts were questioning stability, and traders were placing cautious bets on Cheng Inc.’s stock. Panic didn’t erupt immediately, but uncertainty had been seeded.

Yihan watched the news feeds on his office screen, jaw tight. “She’s doing this in stages,” he muttered. “She’s controlling everything.”

“Yes,” Yirai said quietly, a mixture of admiration and fear. “And we’re unprepared for the precision of it.”

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By afternoon, auditors had moved beyond the obvious irregularities into more sensitive areas: executive personal expenditures, family-connected shell companies, and previously hidden debt obligations. Each revelation increased the regulatory pressure. The potential for criminal charges against board members, including Yihan and Yirai, became increasingly visible.

Yihan slammed a fist on the conference table. “This… this is sabotage! She’s weaponizing compliance against her own family!”

“She isn’t your family,” Yirai said softly. “She’s Beichang Holdings. She doesn’t play by our rules. And she’s never been sentimental.”

The auditors ignored the shouting, continuing methodically. Notes were taken, flags were raised, and the implications became starker with every passing hour. By 4:00 p.m., preliminary findings were consolidated into a report that clearly indicated:

Multiple potential violations of corporate governance law

Risk of shareholder lawsuits due to misreported earnings

Possible criminal liability for executives authorizing questionable transactions

The room felt like it had been drained of air. Yihan and Yirai stared at each other across the table. Blame was useless now; the damage was real, tangible, and visible to the regulators, the market, and the media.

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Meanwhile, Yiyai convened a private call with her board at Beichang Holdings. “Phase two is complete,” she said. “The audit is live, discrepancies documented, media seeded. The Cheng siblings are under pressure — now we wait for them to react.”

Her COO asked, “Do we escalate further?”

“Not yet,” Yiyai replied, voice calm but cold. “Regulators are doing our work. Investors are seeing our leverage. The family is exposed. Any sudden action from them will only confirm their weakness. Let them make mistakes. Let them reveal themselves.”

She leaned back in her chair, eyes on the city skyline. The storm had fully arrived. The audit was not just a tool — it was a mirror, showing the Cheng family everything they had tried to hide. And Yiyai? She was standing at the center of it, orchestrating every reflection.

By nightfall, the preliminary findings were summarized in a confidential briefing for board members, legal teams, and key regulators. Yihan and Yirai, once untouchable heirs, now faced scrutiny that threatened not only their power but their freedom.

Yiyai allowed herself a small smile. Every risk had been anticipated. Every move had been calculated. Every vulnerability she had once endured as a neglected daughter was now her leverage.

The audit would continue, the city would watch, and the Cheng family would have to answer — not just to regulators or the board, but to the daughter they had cast aside.

And she would not stop until every misstep, every hidden transaction, every betrayal was laid bare.

The empire she had been denied as a child was now within her reach. And the storm she had conjured was only just gathering strength.