Hong Kong variety show: Hung Hing, are you contributing to society?

Last night's Truth or Dare game completely spiraled out of control towards the end.

They spilled out all their personal assets, business secrets, and confidential information under the influence of alcohol and their unwillingness to admit defeat.

Lin Yaodong naturally followed suit and revealed quite a few 'secrets' as well.

The game is over now, and I'm sober.

These people are either filled with regret or are in a state of social death.

Good morning, everyone.

He took the initiative to greet us, his tone as relaxed as if nothing had happened.

The six people looked up almost simultaneously.

He Zhongguang twitched the corners of his mouth and smiled slightly: "Good morning."

"Good morning..." Li Chengru responded, his voice somewhat muffled.

The others nodded in response.

Lin Yaodong walked to the empty chair and sat down.

His seat faced the window, and sunlight streamed in from the side, falling onto the table.

A waiter came forward to set out tableware for him and poured him hot tea.

Lin Yaodong picked up his teacup, took a sip, and glanced around the table before finally settling on He Zhongguang.

"Where is Miss Mingyue?"

He asked casually, as if he were concerned about an ordinary friend.

He Zhongguang paused slightly in his cup of coffee, then casually put it down: "She got drunk last night and fell, so she went back to Singapore and Australia early this morning."

Did you fall?

Lin Yaodong's brow twitched slightly, as if it were none of his business, and he asked, "Was the fall serious?"

"She's alright," He Zhongguang said calmly. "She just walks with a slight limp. She says she's fine, but I'm still worried, so I asked Jiaqing to help find two maids to take care of her."

The twins followed He Mingyue away... Lin Yaodong's expression shifted slightly.

He looked away, but his mind was still pondering He Zhongguang's words.

They left early this morning?

Is there a slight limp when you walk?

Is it that you don't want to see me, or that you're too ashamed to face anyone... or something else...?

Those blurry images flashed through Lin Yaodong's mind again.

He Mingyue sat on the edge of his bed, her head down, her long hair hanging down, covering half of her face.

He couldn't remember what she said.

All I remember is that she leaned down, getting closer and closer...

and then?

Then it seemed like he hugged her, it seemed like he kissed her, it seemed like…

Based on the marks on his body, Lin Yaodong could conclude that these events must have actually happened.

Lin Yaodong rubbed his temples.

The little blue bottle I drank last night had a really strong aftereffect, especially considering I'd been drinking alcohol...

Before, Rinko Aoyama and I would only dare to drink a third of the bottle... instead, we'd gulp down the whole bottle...

His mind is still a mess; he can't tell what actually happened and what he dreamt while drunk.

But bodily sensations don't lie.

That feeling of being completely drained, that lingering exhaustion afterward, and the subtle soreness in certain unspeakable areas... none of this could be a dream.

He looked down at his hands.

I seem to remember this hand touching something very soft.

"Mr. Lin?"

He Zhongguang's voice pulled him back from his daze.

Lin Yaodong looked up and found that everyone was looking at him.

He smiled, casually picked up the bird's nest porridge in front of him, and took a sip.

"Nothing, just thinking about something."

The porridge was at the perfect temperature, neither too hot nor too cold, and it was smooth to the taste.

Lin Yaodong took two more sips, then suddenly remembered something, put down his bowl and looked at He Zhongguang.

"By the way, Mr. He, you slipped away last night, and I didn't even have a chance to ask you... shouldn't you transfer that money to me by now?"

He spoke in a relaxed tone, as if he were talking about today's weather.

But the atmosphere at the table changed instantly.

He Zhongguang's hand holding the spoon froze in mid-air.

The others also stopped what they were doing, their eyes shifting back and forth between Lin Yaodong and He Zhongguang.

After last night's game of truth or dare, they've become quite "familiar" with Lin Yaodong.

Their personal wealth, business secrets, and embarrassing secrets were all revealed under the influence of alcohol and their competitive spirit.

After this step, everyone will naturally be "good friends," and there's no need to hide anything anymore.

A hint of unease flashed across He Zhongguang's face, but he quickly regained his calm and composed smile.

He put down his spoon, picked up a napkin, and wiped his mouth.

"Mr. Lin, what are you saying? It's as if Mr. He is deliberately withholding your money."

He smiled, his tone sincere: "The He family's reputation is widely recognized in the industry. However..."

He paused, his gaze lingering on Lin Yaodong's face for a moment.

"Mr. Lin's sum of money is too large and requires some procedures. Don't worry, it will definitely arrive before the International Charity Poker Tournament."

Lin Yaodong vaguely sensed something, smiled, picked up his teacup, took a sip, and looked past the rim of the cup at He Zhongguang.

"Since that's what Young Master He said, then I'll believe you. I'll ask you for the money when the time comes."

His tone was calm, but the meaning was clear: if they don't give it to me then, I'll come to their door and demand it.

He Zhongguang's eyes flickered, but his smile remained unchanged: "No problem."

He paused, then asked, "Mr. Lin will also be participating in the competition, right?"

"Of course." Lin Yaodong put down his teacup.

Yeah, so once the money arrives, you're thinking of losing it all back to me, right...?

"We lost to those cheating experts you found..." Lin Yaodong smiled, but other thoughts were swirling in his mind.

He Zhongguang clearly had this in mind, nodding: "Hehe~ When the money arrives, Mr. Lin will participate in the international charity poker tournament and dominate, isn't that just perfect..."

Lin Yaodong seemed to remember something and nodded, saying, "I will definitely participate in charity work."

The others listened to their conversation with varying expressions.

Upon hearing this, several people at the table nearly choked.

Li Chengru kept his head down, his lips pursed, and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.

Li Minghai glanced at Lin Yaodong, then looked away.

Guo Haosheng and Zhou Kuangshi exchanged a glance but neither spoke.

Only Emperor Jiaqing never looked up from beginning to end, focusing solely on eating his breakfast.

Doing charity?

They recalled Lin Yaodong's glorious deeds in doing charity.

Now this guy says he wants to participate in the International Charity Poker Tournament to "do charity"?

It's a joke.

However...on another note...they suddenly remembered Lin Yaodong's past actions.

Does this guy really think this poker tournament is a charity event?

The group looked at each other and saw the same thing in each other's eyes.

Forget it, let's not talk about it.

Breakfast continued in an eerie silence.

Occasionally, people would whisper among themselves, but it was always about trivial matters.

The weather is nice today, and the shrimp dumplings at the Peninsula restaurant are as delicious as ever. I heard there's a new and nice Japanese restaurant that opened in Kowloon...

No one mentioned last night again.

It seems everyone has reached a tacit consensus: those words, those secrets, those things that shouldn't have been said last night, should be treated as if they never happened.

In a sense, once everyone's secrets are revealed, it's as if no one has said anything at all.

The rest depends on what impressive methods each of them has.