Lu Mingfei, become the King of Elden!

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"In addition, regarding the child support payments you have made over the years, based on the information collected by our legal team, a large portion of it can be recovered."

Chu Zihang raised his head and looked directly into Lu Mingfei's eyes:

"Of course, the decision is yours."

Lu Mingfei lowered his head; he had already thought about this problem.

"forget it."

He said it with a tone full of boredom.

Lu Mingfei picked up the card.

This thing once represented his lifeline, and he was also exploited relentlessly by that family because of it.

He remembered that night when he had served dinner to his uncle, aunt, and Lu Mingze, and his aunt's face, which was clearly implying that his living expenses for the month had not yet been transferred.

Lu Mingfei had wondered countless times if they would have continued to take him in if he didn't have this card.
do not know.

Old Lu's family has basically no other relatives, and he actually has nowhere to go. It's difficult for them to get rid of this burden.

However, Auntie will surely nag incessantly in Uncle's ear, trying every possible way to get rid of this burden. And Uncle...
Uncle might want to keep Lu Mingfei.

Lu Mingfei was his only nephew. Apart from his elder brother, who had been out of contact for many years, this was his only blood relative. His uncle and his father had grown up together since childhood. In those impoverished times, the two stumbled and struggled together as they grew up. As his elder brother's only blood relative, Lu Mingfei was someone he couldn't abandon.

However, this man named Lu Gucheng was essentially a cowardly man who lived a life controlled by his wife, with almost no opinions of his own. Even if he could withstand the pressure and keep Lu Mingfei at home, he would not be able to take good care of him, and Lu Mingfei would be treated ruthlessly by that mean-spirited, narrow-minded, and petty housewife.

But none of this has anything to do with Lu Mingfei anymore.

The distance between them and him was as vast as the border between the two worlds. In Lu Mingfei's eyes now, they were nothing more than ants.

There might be a sliver of kinship between them, but not much. And these feelings had long since faded as Lu Mingfei experienced life and death in the border region.

He doesn't actually care about the card; he's not short of money at all right now.

Fingel's entrepreneurial plan made Lu Mingfei quite wealthy, and with Caesar's help, that money was handed over to a student family in the student council who were good at managing money, and it is constantly making money from money.

If Lu Mingfei were even more shameless, he could simply wave his hand and countless mixed-race families would be waiting to curry favor with him, offering gold and silver to his feet and humbly begging him to accept them.

This little bit of money, this card, these past ties—all as light as a feather.

Now, Lu Ming is determined to sever it completely, like "cutting off worldly ties."

"What are your plans next?"

Chu Zihang is currently the person who knows Lu Mingfei's situation best.

Although Lu Mingfei managed to find a lawyer to handle the matter using his S-level privileges, as a reckless man whose mind was filled with Dragon Heart and Storm, he couldn't even properly hand over the reins, so he had no choice but to entrust the whole matter to Chu Zihang.

"Maybe I should go out and find a real estate agent to rent or buy a place?"

He scratched his head:
"Or should I just buy a plane ticket and fly back to Chicago? Anyway, I don't really know anyone here... oh, except for you, senior."

That's true.

With his current assets, he could easily afford a decent two-bedroom apartment or even a small villa in this second-tier city. He's all alone, with no ties, and his luggage could probably fit in a backpack. The world is so vast, where can't he find a place to stay?
The Norton House in Chicago, the sofa in the principal's office, and even the Antarctic research station seemed to make no difference to him.

However, there was always a voice whispering in his heart.

This drab little town is where he was born and raised. It holds all his memories as the "loser" Lu Mingfei—the painful, the embarrassing, and the beautiful.

This is the only place he occasionally thinks of when he's an "ordinary person," a small town he calls "hometown" with mixed feelings. Subconsciously, he might want to stay here briefly, like a weary traveler taking one last look at the platform from which he started before completely stepping into another world.

Chu Zihang picked up the glass of Blue Mountain beer in front of him, which was no longer scalding hot, and took a small sip.

He set down the cup, the bottom of which clinked against the porcelain saucer with a soft, crisp sound. Then, he raised his eyes, which were adorned with black contact lenses, and calmly fixed his gaze on Lu Mingfei's face.

“I own a house in this area.”

Lu Mingfei froze, his mouth half-open, like a fish that had been caught by a fisherman and pulled out of the water.

He wondered if he was hallucinating from the cold air conditioning in the coffee shop.

Chu Zihang seemed oblivious to his stunned expression and continued:

"It's in the old town, in a good school district. My mother bought it years ago as an investment. It's been empty for a long time."

"The key is with the property management. I'll send you the address and contact person's email."

As he spoke, he took out his phone and quickly tapped the screen a few times.

Lu Mingfei felt like his brain was going blank.

This feeling is like a homeless person considering whether to sleep under a bridge or on a park bench tonight, when suddenly a wealthy person walks by on the street, casually tosses you a bunch of keys to a luxury house in the city center, and says, "Take it, don't be shy!"
Chu Zihang said calmly:

“I know you don’t want to take advantage of me. So I had Norma handle the lease agreement, and the rent is half the market price. I know you’re not short of money, and neither am I. Consider it a friendly price.”

"No... Senior Brother!"

Lu Mingfei finally regained his voice:
"I haven't agreed yet!"

"It's just empty anyway."

Chu Zihang interrupted him, his reasons being both sound and pragmatic:

“I pay the property management fee regularly. You need a place to stay, and this meets your needs. You don’t lose out, and neither do I.”

He glanced at Lu Mingfei, seemingly asking silently, "I've already arranged everything for you, do you still want to stay at that hotel you call a vampire hotel?"

Lu Mingfei was speechless.

Chu Zihang's logic was impeccable; Lu Mingfei couldn't even utter a word of protest. He could only watch helplessly as Chu Zihang's slender fingers rapidly tapped the phone screen a few more times.

"The contract has been sent to your email."

Chu Zihang put away his phone with a swift and decisive motion.

"Take a look, it should be fine. There's a print shop next door, let's go."

Lu Mingfei felt like a puppet, mechanically opening his phone's email and, sure enough, seeing an unread email from "Norma".

Chu Zihang said no more, turned and walked towards the door, and the copper bell on the glass door rang out again.

Well, now we don't even need to find an agent.

Lu Mingfei thought to himself.

　A new bounty has been opened.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)