I have ten trillion licking dog gold

Banning all entertainment activities during the funeral period is definitely going too far.

But stealing someone's fragrance and jade seems to be unacceptable?
Even if the other party takes the initiative to extend the invitation.

Even if no one knows.

That's right.

How could Boss Jiang be a blockhead? What has enabled him to get to where he is today?
Ultimately.

It means being good at understanding people's clothes, oops, it means being good at understanding people's intentions.

In her despair, as she was falling into the abyss, she reached out and pulled herself back. It's no exaggeration to say that "Prince Charming" doesn't even begin to describe her; in Kim Joo-hyun's heart, she was more like a savior.

Putting himself in the other person's shoes, Mr. Jiang said he would fall hopelessly in love with himself.

So he wasn't surprised at all when the other party invited him upstairs to sit down.

However, Song Chaoge just said something that was correct.

The hardest thing to bear is the favor of a beautiful woman.

Perhaps they won't demand responsibility, but can he feel at ease just because they don't demand responsibility?

A virtuous person is cautious even when alone, and does not deceive himself in secret.

In short, the more secluded and unknown you are, the more you must uphold your principles and integrity.

Boss Jiang ultimately did not respond. He put away his phone, stood up, and mimicked Young Master Song's actions, stylishly patting his butt before walking towards the gate of Wanxi Palace.

Don't misunderstand.

He did it to book a hotel room.

upstairs.

Although Kim Joo-hyun, who was anxiously waiting by the window, did not receive a reply, she did see her oppa walk into the hotel.

She immediately felt hot all over, her heart pounded, and she paced back and forth in the room, looking at the door with a mixture of nervousness and anticipation.

The Adventurers program booked the entire floor.

So what if someone else on the show accidentally sees you?
What if Oppa really just comes up to sit for a bit?
What should I do if my oppa wants to leave after sitting for a while?
……

The inexperienced Kim Joo-hyun was in a state of panic, her mind a jumbled mess of thoughts.

One minute.

five minutes.

ten minutes.

Time flows on methodically, unaffected by any will.

The doorbell never rang.

This once again proves that most human emotions originate from our own imagination.

I live on the twelfth floor, so taking the elevator shouldn't take that long.

and so.

Where are the Oppas?

The tension and panic were replaced by a sense of gain and loss. Boss Jiang was really too hateful, but often the hateful people are more favored.

Oh!
Kim Joo-hyun's eyes lit up.

Oppa doesn't know his room number!

Kim Joo-hyun slapped her forehead in frustration, then quickly picked up her phone and reopened the chat window where the message had been read but no reply.

“Oppa, 1216.”

This time there was a response.

Kim Joo-hyun held her breath, staring intently at the message: "The other party is typing."

"I'm upstairs from you, on the 22nd floor."

ah--?!

Kim Joo-hyun's expression was incredibly complex, a mix of embarrassment, disappointment, and shyness.

She bit her lip and pressed her fingertips on the keyboard.

"Oppa lives here too?"

"Yeah, would you like to come up and sit for a while?"

Tsk.

Reverse invitation.

They were surprisingly polite.

Even the most naive person wouldn't fail to understand that the other person was just being polite. But now that the truth has been revealed, can you still pretend nothing happened?

The other party can.

But she didn't have that ability.

"Is Oppa sincere?"

Kim Joo-hyun typed rapidly, her beautiful face flushed, whether from shyness or anger, it was hard to tell.

An emoji quickly popped up in the chat box.

[A silly smile]

He was grinning with a set of big, white teeth that made your teeth itch.

What do you mean?
Here's an expression for you; figure it out yourself.

Not just in the entertainment industry, but perhaps many women in the world are willing to do anything for profit, but Kim Joo-hyun doesn't have that kind of awareness.

They offered it to us willingly?
That's so embarrassing.

"Never mind, I have to record a show tomorrow, Oppa, goodnight."

Isn't this a way of saving face for oneself?
After sending the message, Kim Joo-hyun didn't put down her phone, still staring intently at the screen. Little did she know that the other party would quickly send her a moon emoji.

what--!
Damn it!

Kim Joo-hyun scratched her head, suddenly feeling an urge to bang on the door.

but.

Only the 22nd floor was mentioned.

What is the specific room number?
Mr. Jiang is really too detail-oriented.

"Brother Bai."

The time when normal people want to rest is when casinos are busiest.

A trusted aide hurriedly approached Bai Haoran, who was making his usual rounds at the casino.

"Mr. Jiang has arrived."

Bai Haoran's pupils contracted, and he immediately asked in a deep voice, "Where?"

"Wanxi Palace. We just checked in."

The room number can block Kim Joo-hyun, but a prompt will be triggered the moment Boss Jiang's information is entered into the system.

"Walk."

Bai Haoran was about to leave, but soon stopped in his tracks.

His subordinate almost ran into him.

Bai Haoran's gaze was unfocused, his brows furrowed slightly, and his eyes flickered uncertainly.

What does it mean that Mr. Jiang came to Haojiang without notifying him?
—Undoubtedly, there was some dissatisfaction with him.

Is it appropriate for me to rush over in a rash manner at a time like this?

Bai Haoran smiled bitterly to himself.

Mr. Jiang's surprise could only be due to one reason: he had kept Miss He's death a secret.

but.

That was the fourth young lady's "instruction".

Injustice has its head, and debt has its owner.

I am completely innocent and shouldn't provoke bad luck.

So Bai Haoran gave up the idea of ​​going looking for trouble and took out his phone.

The trouble should end it.

Whoever wronged you should be held responsible.

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"How about Mommy wears this tomorrow?"

Sifang Manor.

Fourth Wife is carefully preparing her attire for tomorrow's memorial service. She is trying on a black embroidered Shanghai-style cheongsam, a mainstream style from the Republic of China era, which is both retro and elegant.

Although youth fades quickly, thanks to the abundance of material resources, Fourth Wife's figure is undeniably stunning, even more so than most young women in their late teens. Yet, her daughter frowned.

"Mommy, we're going to pay respects to our eldest sister tomorrow."

"Oh, Mommy knows, that's why Mommy chose black."

While speaking, the fourth wife was also spinning around to show off.

Why does the flower remain silent?

Fourth Sister looked helpless. “Alright, alright, Mommy will change her clothes. Life and death are predestined. Your eldest sister said not to make us too sad. I think this child has a very open mind. She was tormented by illness before she died, and it broke Mommy’s heart to see her like that. Her passing is a relief. Although it’s a case of the elderly burying their children, we should actually be happy for her.”

"Mommy!"

Fourth Aunt shut her mouth. "Alright, alright, Mommy won't say anymore."

"Don't wear too much jewelry tomorrow either."

"Can't I even wear jewelry?" Fourth Aunt complained. "If Mommy doesn't wear it, do you think your aunts and the others won't?"

"Whether they wear them or not is their business, but we can't let others gossip about it."

The fourth wife immediately calmed down, looked at her increasingly assertive daughter, and then smiled with satisfaction.

"Okay, you're the head of the household now. Mommy will listen to you and promises not to cause you any trouble or hold you back."

The "home" she refers to is probably not the "big family".

"Madam, Miss."

The nanny came over, bowed, and said, "Mr. Zhong is here."

Zhong Xiaoye?
Fourth Aunt was surprised.

What is he doing here so late?
Of course.

They definitely didn't come looking for me.

Fourth Wife looked at her daughter, who brought her and her entire lineage pride.

"Let him go back."

He Yihui said calmly, without revealing any clues.

Just as the nanny was about to leave, Fourth Wife said, "Wait a moment," and then asked her daughter, "He must have something important to do so late. Don't you want to see him?"

What important thing could it be?

He was simply apologizing at his second sister's request.

What's the point if you're unwilling?
"What's there to see?"

He Yihui said to the nanny, "Let him go back."

"Huihui, he came all this way, and you won't even see him. Isn't that a bit inappropriate?"

Fourth Wife couldn't help but say, "He's no longer the little henchman he used to be."

Although the Fourth Wife was not good at power struggles, she still understood the basic principle that those who act justly gain more support, while those who act unjustly lose less.

Going it alone will never get you anywhere; the more help you have, the more likely you are to have the last laugh.

Zhong Xiaoye is a completely different person now; he can provide significant assistance and is someone worth trying to win over.

Immediately, the elegant and dignified fourth wife asked the nanny, "Did he say anything?"

"Mr. Zhong didn't say anything, he only said he wanted to see Miss."

"Mr. Zhong seems to have been drinking."

The nanny added.

No wonder Miss He was so tolerant of her; just look at how she conducts herself.

They never waited overnight. Upon receiving the order, as soon as the banquet ended, they immediately dragged their tired bodies to the door in person.

Some treacherous officials were so bad that everyone in the court knew they were rotten to the core, yet the emperor never punished them.

Was the emperor blind and deaf, or was he senile and foolish?

No.

There is a reason.

"If you don't want to see him, why don't you let Mommy meet him..."

Pity the parents of the world.

What mother wouldn't want to do everything she can to help her daughter?

He Yihui naturally didn't want her mother to worry. In the first half of her life, her mother seemed to have a glamorous life, but in reality, she lived cautiously and treaded on thin ice. Her greatest wish was for her mother to spend the rest of her life without any worries.

"Tell him to wait a moment."

"Yes."

After the nanny left, Fourth Wife's expression turned slightly serious as she reminded her, "Huihui, although Zhong Xiaoye and Junru are very close now, it doesn't mean it will always be like this. The fact that Zhong Xiaoye was able to climb up the social ladder shows that he's a very clever person. Such a person wouldn't put all his eggs in one basket..."

He Yihui looked helpless and interrupted, "Mommy, do you know the idiom 'raising a tiger to cause trouble' and the fable 'Mr. Dongguo and the wolf'?"

“Mommy understands what you mean. Mommy knows that Zhong Xiaoye is very ambitious. Without ambition, it is impossible to break through the encirclement. But our He family has trained many people like him. No matter how capable they are, they are still tethered and led by us.”

That's how it used to be.

But since Daddy passed away, the situation has changed dramatically.

Some people symbolize more than just the pillar of their family; they represent an era, and their passing signifies the end of that era.

He Yihui naturally wouldn't analyze the external situation for her mother, nor would she tell her that the family dog ​​in her eyes had become the King of Macau Casino and was now subtly moving towards becoming the King of Asian Casino. She nodded without saying a word, "Mommy, rest. I'm going to see him."

Fourth Aunt nodded in satisfaction, "That's more like it."

"Ring ring..."

Just at this time.

A phone call came in.

He Yihui took out her phone, glanced at it, and then pressed the answer button.

It's Bai Haoran.

"Miss He, Mr. Jiang has arrived."

No nonsense.

To get straight to the point.

Her exotic face froze for a moment, but under the Fourth Wife's gaze, she quickly regained her composure, though her unconscious grip on her phone betrayed her feigned emotions.

"You said that?"

"not me."

Bai Haoran immediately said that he had already offended Mr. Jiang and did not want to be caught in the middle.

“Even if I don’t say anything, this kind of thing will reach Mr. Jiang’s ears. Mr. Jiang came to Macau without informing me. I only found out about it after he checked into the Wanxi Palace.”

He didn't say much, but he made his point perfectly.

"Room number".

He Yihui's words were equally concise and to the point.

"2222."

He Yihui put down her phone, remained calm, and instructed the bodyguard standing by the wall not far away, "Prepare the car."

"Are you going out?"

Fourth Aunt was surprised.

"Ah."

He Yihui seemed to be in a hurry, and walked out after speaking.

“That Zhong Xiaoye…”

Zhong Xiaoye?
I'm sorry.

The plan has changed.

They had no time to care.

"Mommy, you rest, I'll handle it."

After giving a perfunctory reply, He Yihui hurriedly left her home, and her bodyguard opened the car door.

Bentley Mulsanne launched,

They drove out of the manor.

The main entrance.

Zhong Xiaoye, hands in his pockets, leaned against the car door, his face slightly flushed, admiring the night sky while patiently waiting.

Sudden.

The wrought iron carved double doors, which were originally only slightly ajar, began to move and opened completely.

Car headlights immediately shone out, causing him to involuntarily squint.

what's the situation?
Do I need to drive to see myself?
This fourth young lady isn't usually such a proud and aloof person.

Despite her doubts, Zhong Xiaoye quickly straightened up, exhaled a breath of stale air, tidied her clothes, and then smiled as she faced the classical European-style gate.

He thought the car would stop, but reality was unexpected.

The discontinued Bentley Mulsanne seemed completely oblivious to him and his car, turning around and driving past as if it had never seen him.

—I didn't even roll down the car window to greet him or offer a simple explanation.

Zhong Xiaoye's smiling face slowly swept across the dark and deep privacy glass, and then froze as the two of them completely met.

As he stared intently at the receding taillights, Zhong Xiaoye's expression began to tremble and then contort. The intoxication completely vanished, and a dark shadow spread across his eyes, revealing bloodshot veins.

"You slut!"

As the Mulsanne sped away, its taillights becoming blurry shadows, with no possibility of turning back, the soon-to-be Asian gambling king completely lost control of his emotions, or rather his mentality. He turned around and violently punched his car window.

"boom!"

Fortunately, it's bulletproof glass.

Durable and impact-resistant.

The forces of action are mutual. The car window is fine, but the hand must be in pain. An ordinary person would probably jump up on the spot. However, at this moment, Zhong Tingwang, who humbled himself to apologize late at night but was treated like a roadside wreck and not even given a second glance, certainly doesn't feel any pain.

There's a saying...

Unbearable, no need to endure.

The car window reflected a terrifying smile that gradually twisted into a ferocious and malevolent grin, along with a pair of cruel eyes that sent chills down one's spine.

"Good, very good. You will pay the price, I promise." (End of Chapter)