Mad Dragon gets out of prison and marries a beautiful CEO.

"You have 100,000 in your account. Treat what happened last night as a dream. If you dare to say a word about it, I guarantee you'll die a violent death in the street."

Mu Ningshuang dried her hair, glanced at the wild man who had just woken up, and said in a commanding tone.

She wasn't naturally promiscuous; she was driven to desperation by her family.

In order to avoid marrying a spoiled rich kid, she decided, after careful consideration, to get pregnant before marriage, completely break free from the constraints of her family, and live her own life.

Last night at the bar, she met a man whose looks were exactly what she was looking for. Intoxicated by his good looks and the alcohol, he confessed his feelings:

He stood up for his brother, seriously injured someone, went to jail for 5 years, and paid 30 yuan in compensation. In the end, his ex-girlfriend hooked up with his brother. He was a complete idiot who suffered for others.

His parents had passed away, and his background was as simple as a blank sheet of paper, making him the perfect match for her.

The only thing that made her give it a bad review was...

He unleashed the power he had been holding back for five years, leaving her defenseless.

Chen Li patted his groggy head, pieced together the unbearable memories of last night, and reconstructed what had happened.

Unexpectedly, right after being released from prison, he stumbled upon a romantic opportunity with a sophisticated and wealthy young woman.

How could a man as majestic as an eagle accept pity or charity? He scoffed.

"What do you take me for?"

"Duck?"

"I, Chen Li, am not a heartless person who will take responsibility for you."

After drying her hair, Mu Ningshuang picked up her designer handbag worth over ten thousand yuan and left.

"Wash your face, look in the mirror, and get to know yourself. What are you going to do to take responsibility? Take the money and buy some clothes, and take care of your health."

Chen Li felt a pang of pain in his heart:

"What are we?"

"It's just a casual fling; I'll call you next time I need something."

The door closed, and the sound of high heels gradually faded into the corridor.

Chen Li glanced at the red stain on the bed sheet, shook his head, and smiled bitterly.

What a fine act of putting on a show.

I got up and went to the bathroom to wash up. As I passed the vanity mirror, I saw my muscular self.

Suddenly, I thought of the master who urged me to cultivate myself while I was in prison.

Everyone calls him "Six Fingers." On the surface, he is an ordinary old man who is imprisoned for theft, but in reality, he is a reclusive master.

During his serious injury, Chen Li, who was in the same cell, fed him, emptied his chamber pot, and chatted with him.

Seeing Chen Li's sincerity, he took him in as his last disciple and taught him a wide variety of skills, including medicine, martial arts, and metaphysics.

Chen Li's four years of arduous cultivation surpassed that of others' forty years. His realm improved too quickly, and the resulting internal injuries, without the aid of precious medicinal herbs, became increasingly severe.

Upon his release from prison, the six-fingered old man instructed him on two things:

First, he should repair the internal injuries as soon as possible and raise his cultivation level to the Grandmaster realm.

The most direct and effective method is to find a woman with a pure Yin constitution for dual cultivation, aided by rare and precious natural treasures.

Secondly, before the Laba Festival, go to the Ye family in Shanghai to get a hero's invitation. Someone will then guide him to an island where a great opportunity awaits. Missing it will be a lifelong regret.

It's less than half a year until Laba Festival.

We must find a woman with a pure Yin constitution as soon as possible and find a way to earn money to buy rare and precious herbs.

Enter the shower room to rinse off.

Thinking back to that tall, wealthy woman, her figure was comparable to a model's, exuding a noble and elegant air, with delicate skin like a lotus emerging from water.

Something was glowing from the drain opening; when I picked it up, I realized it was a valuable diamond necklace.

Last night, while kissing his neck, he even bit the diamond.

Yes, she left it behind.

He wrapped the necklace around his wrist, dried his hair, and walked out of the bathroom.

The old Nokia phone, long outdated, rang. Thinking it was a call from the tall, rich young woman, the caller ID showed a five-year-old contact name: "Dear Xiaolin." My hand trembled as if I'd been electrocuted.

He stared at the screen, and the phone rang twice before he pressed the answer button:

Who is it?

A familiar voice rang out:

"It's me, Cailin. I heard you were released from prison. Where are you now?"

Chen Li replied coldly:

Where I am is none of your business. Just say what you have to say.

Guo Cailin sighed:

"You can't hold a grudge against Yuan Tao for the rest of your life because of a mistake you made in a moment of impulse. Only by opening your heart can you get over this hurdle, right?"

Chen Liqi laughed:

"Yuan Tao knelt on the ground in front of many brothers, saying that his girlfriend had been stolen and begging me to stand up for him."

"I and my brothers seriously injured someone, but he pinned all the blame on me, paid him 300,000 yuan in compensation, and went to jail for five years."

"My parents worked tirelessly from dawn till dusk to pay off debts. One of them had lung cancer, and the other had a stroke. They both passed away."

"You kept saying you'd wait for me to come out, but you ended up fooling around with him and had the nerve to ask me to open my heart."

"My chest is filled with hatred. If I open it, the hatred that pours out will wipe out your whole family."

Guo Cailin said confidently:

"Yuan Tao's business has grown very large in recent years. He owns restaurants, used car dealerships, and also undertakes engineering projects. He has many subordinates. If you want revenge, you'd better consider whether you are qualified."

"It's hard for criminals to find work, and Yuan Tao can't bear to see you living on the streets like a dog."

"He asked me to ask you whether you want to work at a car wash or as a kitchen helper at a restaurant, which would pay you an extra three to five hundred."

Is this what you call loyalty?

It's a blatant insult and mockery!

That bastard Yuan Tao is a monster who kills without breaking his spirit. He's going to make up for the humiliation of kneeling before him back then, tenfold.

A small favor is appreciated, but a large one breeds resentment.

I never dreamed that I would befriend such an ungrateful person.

Chen Li didn't get angry; instead, he laughed.

Do you really think I've sunk so low as to beg for food?

Tell Yuan Tao that we'll settle this score later.

"Isn't his business very large? Even if he goes bankrupt, that's fine."

Guo Cailin mercilessly mocked:

"Still thinking you're some big shot from Kowloon Street? If you're penniless, don't try to act tough."

"We're having our wedding banquet next week. We're not counting on your meager wedding gift. Come see how much more successful Yuan Tao is than you used to be."

Chen Li sneered:

"Don't worry, I'll send you a big surprise gift."

After hanging up the phone, Chen Li suddenly felt a tightness in his chest, turned around and ran to the bathroom, where he spat out a mouthful of blood.

After years of cultivation, the accumulated internal injuries and blood stasis were expelled, and I was surprised to find that the Qi vortex in my dantian flowed much more smoothly.

Could it be related to his in-depth communication with the tall, wealthy young woman?

Is she a person with a pure Yin constitution?

I was too drunk last night to notice, I'll check again next time I see her.

I haven't been home for five years, and I really want to revisit the place where I lived with my parents.

He put on his clothes, went downstairs to check out of the room, bought a pack of cigarettes on the street, and then took a taxi to the Green Garden residential area.

The taxi stopped at the side of the old street.

Chen Li paid the fare and followed the familiar path to the fifth building. When he went to prison, the loquat tree in the garden was only waist-high, but now it was tall and lush.

As I took the elevator to my front door, a feeling of things being different and people being gone welled up inside me.

The key is inserted into the keyhole, but it won't open no matter how I turn it.

Overwhelmed with grief and anxiety, he kicked the door, making a loud thud.

"Grass!"

Chen Li held his head, leaned against the wall, and slowly squatted down.

The door creaked open.

A burly, tall man, like a big bear, stepped forward and pointed at Chen Li, cursing:

"You son of a bitch, who are you? Why are you kicking my door?!"

Chen Li looked up, recognized the man, and his eyes burned with rage. He gritted his teeth and said:

"You son of a bitch, what are you doing in my house?!"