Tomb raiding: A mere 20 is nothing!

As things have unfolded, Hei Xiazi narrowed his eyes behind his sunglasses.

He finally understood that this "boyfriend" was no good person and liked to play dirty tricks.

It's a pity his mother died early, otherwise this remnant of the Qing Dynasty would definitely have learned something from her.

Zhang Rishan quickly regained his composure.

Over the years, he has seen countless strange people and strange things, and he would not bother with such a small matter.

As the saying goes, reach out and don't hit the smiling person.

Zhang Rishan took a deep breath, suppressing his coldness, and softened his tone, even taking the initiative to apologize:

"I'm so sorry, I was too hasty and offended you just now. To express my apology, I'll give Mr. Shen a few boxes of tea, all of which are this year's new tea."

"Mr. Shen, you won't mind, will you?"

To retreat in order to advance, as if no one could do it.

His words, ostensibly a gesture of offering tea, were actually a veiled criticism and also created an opportunity for their next meeting.

Originally, this old-fashioned man didn't quite understand what it meant to describe someone as "tea".

I previously thought it referred to a person experiencing hardships and suffering, but ultimately finding a way out and reaping the rewards of their efforts.

The result was a complete misunderstanding.

Fortunately, he had a few young people with him.

For example, snatching birds and wearing a vest.

Very enthusiastic.

Fearing he wouldn't understand the group messages or sense the sarcasm in others' words, I gave him a thorough explanation.

They even said that their group was overflowing with the aroma of tea, and everyone there was a tea master.

Zhang Rishan now deeply agrees.

Pity.

This is no longer the chaotic era of the Republic of China, and he is no longer the hot-blooded young adjutant he once was. If it were in the past, there would be no need for such verbal sparring; he would have already drawn his gun and pressed it against the other party's forehead.

Undercurrents were swirling all around.

A cold glint flashed in Zhang Haixia's eyes. He gripped Shen Mingchao's sleeve tightly and deliberately hid behind the girl.

Shen Mingchao clearly noticed Zhang Haixia's actions and asked with concern, "What's wrong? Does your foot hurt?"

Zhang Haixia nodded in agreement.

"You twisted your ankle?" Black Bear suddenly interjected.

He always felt that this "boyfriend" was faking his injury, so he decided to test him.

Thinking of this, he stepped forward, rotated his wrist, and said with a smirk, "That's easy. What I, your Uncle Hei, am best at is bone setting and massage. You've already called me Uncle, so for Chaochao's sake, I won't charge you. I guarantee you'll be jumping around again in five minutes."

This statement clearly contains a hidden agenda.

Everyone recognized the meaning and turned their gazes in unison.

Chaochao?

You're changing how you address someone so quietly, aren't you?

Black Bear grinned shamelessly: "Hmm? What's wrong? Why are you all staring at me? Don't you trust my skills? Don't worry, I'm certified in this area, I guarantee I'm professional."

Shen Mingchao glared at Hei Xiazi. In fact, she didn't care whether others called her "Mingchao" or "Chaochao"; it was just a form of address.

What she's more worried about now is that Hei Xiazi's claim of treating injuries might actually be a pretext for something sinister. Besides, Zhang Haixia isn't injured; if Hei Xiazi were to attack, their scheme would be exposed immediately.

To avoid this situation, she thought for a moment and suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

Before Hei Xiazi could approach, she swiftly caught Zhang Haixia's back with one hand and deftly slipped the other hand under his legs, easily lifting him up in her arms.

Her movements were so fluid and graceful that they amazed everyone present, except herself.

Including Zhang Haixia.

He was suddenly lifted into the air. While he was still in a daze, his body reacted first, and he subconsciously reached out and wrapped his arms around the girl's slender neck.

Soft strands of hair fell onto his arm, causing a slight, ticklish sensation.

He suppressed his surprise and looked up to meet the girl's gaze.

They exchanged a brief glance.

Him: ...Princess carry?

Shen Mingchao nodded: Yeah, what's wrong? Is it not okay? I'm just trying to help you out of this predicament.

He frowned: But...

Shen Mingchao bounced the person up a little and blinked: No buts, it's not like I've never hugged a man before.

The other three men exchanged glances, their eyes filled with shock.

No, is this plot development correct?

Although Shen Mingchao is not short, it still looks a bit strange for him to hug a man who is 1.8 meters tall.

Xie Yuchen was the first to react, stepping forward and saying with concern, "Chaochao, why don't I do it?"

Chaochao?

This sentence drew the attention of everyone else.

Black Bear twitched the corner of his mouth.

Good bro, you're really following my example!

Zhang Rishan seemed to be thinking about something, then interjected, "I remember that Master Xie had an accident before and injured his arm. He probably can't lift people, right? Chaochao, since I caused this, let me do it."

Black Bear sneered: Ha! With him leading the charge, they're all secretly changing their names, huh?

"President Zhang," Xie Yuchen said, removing the gauze from his arm, "you don't need to worry about me. Thanks to Chaochao, I'm all better now."

"Huh?" Upon hearing this, Hei Xiazi's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets behind his sunglasses. He couldn't believe what he had just heard. Xie Yuchen's words implied that the two of them had made contact.

Thinking of this, he disregarded his boyfriend and grabbed Xie Yuchen's sleeve, whispering, "You forced her? Mr. Hua, that's a bit much—"

"What are you talking about?" Xie Yuchen rolled his eyes, pointed a finger, and said righteously, "I'm different from you. I respect her personal wishes. This was her own initiative."

"She took the initiative?" Hei Xiazi gritted his teeth. "She accepted you?"

He immediately denied it, saying, "That's not right!"

He thought for a moment, then suddenly a flash of inspiration struck him: "I know! It's because of those 40 billion!"

This……

That is undeniable.

After all, if he were to get those 40 billion, he'd be willing to kneel down and acknowledge his own father, let alone get treatment.

"Don't be so mercenary," Xie Yuchen said, his face full of displeasure. "We call this reciprocity. I'm generous, and she's kind. If you don't like it, why don't you give her 40 billion? Nobody's stopping you."

Black Bear was petrified after hearing this.

He's not exactly poor, but he's not rich either. It's easy to say, where would he get 40 billion?

After finishing his statement, Xie Yuchen walked away.

While the two were having their private conversation, Shen Mingchao and his group ignored them and had already walked ahead of them.

If we don't hurry up and catch up, what if they disappear from sight?

As Xie Yuchen approached, he heard Zhang Rishan still trying to persuade him, saying that he would take responsibility for the trouble he had caused, and that carrying a grown man back was exhausting.

Shen Mingchao carried the person straight ahead without looking back, only saying, "Don't look down on me, okay? I'm strong enough! Even if it's you, I can still carry you."

"..." Zhang Rishan blinked.

That's quite a thought-provoking statement.

Having said that, the others didn't try to persuade him any further, but seeing the face of the person in Shen Mingchao's arms getting redder and redder, they felt a little uneasy.

Pity.

It's a pity it's not me anymore.