What? You're a notorious bandit? What a coincidence, me too!

Lin Chang'an felt a pang of sadness, abruptly stopped his motorcycle, and turned to look at Fang Qingzhu.

The more the woman said that, the more he felt guilty towards her.

"No way! We need to have everything that other people have for their weddings. The five essential items are a must; not a single one can be missing. Don't worry about the money."

Which girl doesn't love gold and silver jewelry?

In his past life, he was poor and always made do with what she had. In this life, he absolutely cannot let her suffer such injustice again.

Fang Qingzhu looked at Lin Chang'an's serious expression, nodded gently, and then rested her head on his back.

When they arrived at Fang Qingzhu's house, no one was home; presumably, his mother-in-law had gone to play cards again.

Fang Qingzhu comes from a single-parent family; her parents divorced long ago, and she has an older brother who was taken away by her father.

Over the years, she has lived with her mother, and their life has been just getting by, not wealthy.

The two went into the bedroom, closed the door, and cuddled for a while.

Lin Chang'an lay on the other person's lap, touching her lower abdomen, and said, "Xiao Zhu, don't go to work for the next couple of days. We're getting married soon, and we'll be busy. Besides, you're pregnant, and standing at work isn't good for your health."

Fang Qingzhu shook her head: "How can that be? I can work a few more days and earn more money. After we get married, we'll need money for groceries and other necessities, so every little bit helps."

Lin Chang'an felt a warmth in his heart. He knew that Fang Qingzhu was a woman who knew how to manage a household. He had wronged her in his past life, and he was determined to give her a good life in this life.

"Don't worry about the money, I'll figure something out. Just listen to me and get some rest."

Fang Qingzhu wanted to say something more, but seeing Lin Chang'an's determined eyes, she finally nodded.

The two lingered for a while longer when Lin Chang'an's phone suddenly rang. It was an unknown number.

He pressed the answer button, and a man's voice came from the other end: "Brother Lin, hello, this is Zhang Shaodong, whom you met at noon. Are you free right now?"

Lin Chang'an raised an eyebrow, understanding dawning on him. Zhang Shaodong's call must mean the money was ready.

He glanced at Fang Qingzhu and said, "That's convenient."

"Here's the thing, Brother Lin, I've already prepared the expenses. I'll be waiting for you at the 'Tingyunxuan Teahouse' in the city center. When can you come over?" Zhang Shaodong's tone was very respectful.

"Okay, see you in half an hour."

Lin Chang'an hung up the phone, and Fang Qingzhu said, "I have something to do and I'm going out for a bit. You should rest well at home."

Who is it?

Fang Qingzhu also heard the other person's voice, but she was completely confused. "It's not one of your cronies again, is it?"

Lin Chang'an ruffled her hair and laughed, "I've turned over a new leaf and started a new life, why don't you believe me?"

"I believe you, I believe you, please don't mess up my hair."

Fang Qingzhu slapped his hand away, "Then be careful on the road, it's getting dark."

"Um."

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Tingyunxuan Teahouse is located in a quiet alley in the city center. Its antique-style entrance is decorated with two red lanterns, giving it a very stylish look.

Lin Chang'an parked his motorcycle at the door, picked up his briefcase, and walked over.

Just as he reached the entrance of the teahouse, about to take out his phone to call Zhang Shaodong, he saw Zhang Shaodong hurriedly coming out to greet him.

"Brother Lin, you've finally arrived! I've been waiting for you here for quite a while."

Zhang Shaodong spotted the briefcase in Lin Chang'an's hand at a glance, his tense shoulders instantly relaxed, and a smile spread across his face.

Lin Chang'an put away his phone and glanced at him indifferently: "Is the money ready?"

"Ready, ready!"

Zhang Shaodong nodded repeatedly, then stepped aside and gestured for him to come along, "Brother Lin, come with me."

Lin Chang'an raised an eyebrow, didn't ask any more questions, and followed Zhang Shaodong inside.

The teahouse is elegantly decorated, with green plants and calligraphy and paintings everywhere, and a faint aroma of tea in the air.

Instead of taking the stairs in the lobby, the two went around to the private elevator on the side.

Zhang Shaodong pressed the button for the 4th floor, and the elevator ascended smoothly.

The elevator doors opened, revealing only one private room on the top floor. The door was a heavy solid wood door, carved with intricate patterns.

Zhang Shaodong gently knocked on the door: "Mr. Shen, the person has arrived."

"Enter."

A refined yet magnetic voice came from inside the room.

Zhang Shaodong pushed open the door and gestured for him to come in: "Brother Lin, please come in."

Lin Chang'an stepped into the private room, his eyes immediately drawn to the furnishings inside.

The private room is spacious and decorated simply yet luxuriously. The most eye-catching feature is a set of pure wood-carved tea trays placed in the center of the room. The wood grain is clear and the carving is exquisite, making it look very valuable.

Sitting on a grand chair beside the tea set was a man in his forties, slowly and methodically arranging the tea set, boiling water, rinsing the tea, and brewing the tea. His movements were fluid and graceful, exuding an air of composure.

The man was dressed in a dark, custom-made suit. He was tall and straight, with his hair neatly combed. He wore gold-rimmed glasses, and his eyes behind the lenses were deep and intense.

He looked up at Lin Chang'an, his gaze lingering on him for a few seconds, but he didn't say anything and continued making tea.

Lin Chang'an was also observing him. Judging from the other person's clothes, demeanor, and overall presence, he was clearly someone in a high position.

Furthermore, since Zhang Shaodong referred to this person as Mr. Shen, he already had his answer in mind.

This must be Shen Jiangliu, the boss of Jinhua Company.

The two stared at each other in silence for a few seconds. Shen Jiangliu put down the tea needle in his hand, raised his hand, and pointed to the chair opposite him: "Sit."

Lin Chang'an didn't stand on ceremony and went straight over to sit down, placing his briefcase on the tea table.

Shen Jiangliu scalded the tea set, filled two teacups with tea, and pushed one cup in front of Lin Chang'an: "Today, thanks to Mr. Lin's help, otherwise my company would have suffered great losses."

Lin Chang'an picked up the teacup, took a small sip, and found the tea to be fragrant, smooth, and indeed a fine tea.

He put down his teacup and said without beating around the bush, "Boss Shen, you're too kind. I'm just doing this for the money."

Shen Jiangliu showed no surprise upon hearing this, instead smiling and saying, "Mr. Lin is quite straightforward. The money is ready, but before I pay, I'd like to have a few words with you. Do you have the time?"

Lin Chang'an nodded.

"I heard Shaodong say that Mr. Lin was the only one dealing with those people from Sanjiang Village today?"

Shen Jiangliu looked at him with a hint of inquiry in his eyes, "The people of Sanjiang Village have always been arrogant in Haicheng. Mr. Lin was able to subdue them all by himself. His skills are extraordinary."

"When I was involved in the underworld, I practiced martial arts for a few years, so I could handle some petty thugs without any problem."

Lin Chang'an spoke calmly, without deliberately showing off or hiding anything.

"Is Boss Shen asking these questions because he wants to back out and doesn't want to pay?"