Miss Wang Weina, even your cousin won't do!

At least this won't change. It still feels familiar.

Chen glanced at him a few times, his face full of suspicion. Wayne raised an eyebrow and puffed out his chest, saying:

"What? Do I look unreliable?"

Chen stroked his chin: "You've raised children?"

Does Vina count?

"What do you say?"

“No.” Wayne was deflated, but quickly recovered and asked, “Have you ever raised any?”

Does "Poetic Reflection" count?

"What do you think?" Wayne rolled his eyes. What a joke, the pot calling the kettle black.

Besides, what does it matter if Wayne hasn't raised one before? Someone else has. Wayne@Kal'tsit.

Kal'tsit: Don't mention it.

"Then let's see what Ansuo thinks," Wayne said, weighing the options. Taking Ansuo back to Victoria was one way, but certainly not the best solution. Ansuo had spent fourteen years of her life on Lungmen soil, speaking the language of Yan, meeting Yan people, and while the environment wasn't ideal, it was familiar to her. Taking her abruptly to an unknown country, even if Wayne could guarantee her the best education and a stable life, still required consideration of whether she could accept it.

An Suo silently gazed at the familiar neighborhood. The surrounding neighbors had already quietly gathered around. They didn't care whether it was a police investigation or a royal procession. All they knew was that Wayne was dressed in extraordinary clothes, behaved properly, and was acquainted with Inspector Chen of the Guard Bureau. Although they couldn't understand much of the language he spoke, he must be a very important person who was hard to come by.

Their gazes were fixed on An Suo, filled with envy, jealousy, and a desire to keep their distance.

An Suo's expression was somewhat touched. This was probably her long-held wish—to be watched by everyone like this, to be able to eat and dress warmly without having to sneak around, and to not have to fear the torment of Oripathy.

But when she saw the jealousy and alienation in the eyes of the children who had grown up with her in the slums, she suddenly realized why none of the people who left the slums ever came back.

It wasn't that they didn't want to come back, but that the slums rejected them. Just like now, their eyes seemed to be questioning: Why wasn't I chosen by Wayne? What do I lack compared to you? You despicable infected, what did you use to deceive Wayne into loving you?

An Suo took a deep breath and nodded:

"I'll go with you."

She spoke haltingly in broken, barely learned Victorian. Wayne looked at her with some surprise, wondering if she had never spoken Victorian before. Had she only just started learning and already only learned a few words?

Did this child foresee this day?

Wayne gently patted her head with a touch of tenderness, then glanced helplessly at the surrounding poor people. Wherever Wayne's gaze fell, the crowded poor people simultaneously looked away, hiding themselves in the crowd as if in fear.

Yes, they are afraid. Afraid that the secret spies will tell on them.

Ansuo has become an anomaly here. Even if she chooses to stay, there will be no place for her in the slums. Just as a millionaire cannot live in a tenement building, people will not think that he cares about the people and wants to eat and live with them. Instead, they will think that he is hypocritical and is using the guise of experiencing life to disgust people.

He patted An Suo on the shoulder and comforted him:

“Okay, let’s go to Victoria together in a few days! Theresa loves Katz, and she won’t mind taking care of another cute little Amsoe.”

Upon hearing the word "many," Chen blinked in surprise: "Does Miss Theresa have children?"

"No, no," Wayne quickly waved his hand. He'd slipped up without thinking; Amiya hadn't been adopted by Theresa yet.

But it should be soon; Wayne heard about the ruins of Rembiton from Theresa. Rhodes Island should see the light of day again soon.

"So you're leaving, right?" Seeing Wayne take An Suo's hand, preparing to take her back to the hotel, Chen suddenly spoke up, "How long until we see each other again?"

Wayne stopped, turned to look at Chen's somewhat reluctant expression, and a mysterious smile appeared on his face:

"Hmm...it won't be long, believe me. A brief separation is for a more beautiful reunion."

It depends on how long it takes for Wei Yanwu to formally apply for political asylum on your behalf. Considering the Laterans have already arrived in Lungmen, it probably won't be long.

Chen pursed his lips and nodded slightly: "Okay, I believe you."

Wayne turned around, led Ambrose out of the slums, opened the door of the car that was already parked by the roadside, let Ambrose sit in the back, and then got into the passenger seat himself. He snapped his fingers at Kal'tsit:

"Let's go, Kal'tsit."

Kal'tsit glanced briefly at the back seat through the rearview mirror before looking away, pressing the accelerator without looking to the side and asking, "Where to?"

“Swire Group,” Wayne said with a smile. “I promised Swire that I would visit her when I came to Lungmen, but I’ve been so busy that I forgot. This is a good opportunity to make up for it.”

"You really do keep your promises." Kal'tsit's lips curled slightly, her tone ambiguous, whether sarcastic or complimentary.

Wayne glanced at her, then smiled knowingly: "Don't worry, don't worry, I'll definitely keep my promise. What kind of plush toy do you want? I've already scouted out some spots in the mall!"

Ansor, who had been somewhat nervous and uncomfortable, knew that while Kal'tsit was beautiful, she was by no means kind. Hearing Wayne's words, he immediately wanted to break the awkward silence and excitedly asked:

"Does Lady Kal'tsit also like plush toys?"

"Me!" Kal'tsit's words caught in her throat. Looking at Wayne's ambiguous smile, her face flushed red, and she floored the gas pedal.

Then Chen, who happened to be riding along the same road, stopped him and issued him a ticket.

Wien watched Kal'tsit suffer in silence and obediently pay the fine, and muttered:

"I thought Wei Yanwu was joking with me."

"What joke?" Chen seemed to be in a good mood, but still maintained a serious demeanor.

Wayne explained, "She said that after you were taken to a banquet by him last time, he waited at the intersection and stopped all the people who had been drinking and driving at the banquet, and issued tickets to them one by one. In one go, he recovered half of the banquet's cost."

"Pfft!" An Suo couldn't help but laugh out loud, then hurriedly covered his mouth.

Chen, his face flushed, put his hands on his hips, striking a righteous pose. After thinking for a moment, he quickly wrote something on the ticket, then stuck it to Wayne's chest, turned around, put on his helmet, and sped away on his motorcycle.

Wayne took off the ticket from his chest.

Wayne Bruce mocked Lungmen police officers in the street. He was fined – a lion's heart.

I've accepted the fine; your heart is mine now.

Chapter 125 Farewell to Dragon Gate (Part 2)

Longmen, Swire Group, Swire Building.

Wealthy people often like to name a building or a school after themselves or their family to highlight their achievements and to be remembered forever.

But in reality, buildings will collapse, schools will be rebuilt, and such behavior is as ridiculous as carving one's name in stone for immortality. Wien's essay "Some People," which he memorized, sharply satirized this kind of behavior.

But there are exceptions, such as streets named after people, like Yanqiao Road in my previous life, and Enlai Road near Wayne's old home. Although they are also named after people, they have engraved their names in people's hearts and become a kind of spirit.

Of course, it would be a bit inappropriate to talk about these things now, since Wayne didn't come here to discuss philosophy and ideologies with Miss Swire.

Miss Beatrice Swire had just taken a nap and was still wearing her adorable cat pajamas, so when she stepped out of her bedroom and saw Wayne sitting on the sofa in the living room, blowing on a steaming cup of coffee, her expression was one of surprise followed by relief.

I guess I'm still half asleep, haha, hahaha.

Go back to sleep.

Without a word, she fled back to her room, completely ignoring Wayne's awkward gesture of raising his hand as if to speak.

Swire slammed the front door shut, leaned against the bedroom door, her face flushed, grabbed the phone, dialed the building security office, and launched into a tirade:

"What are you doing? How many times have I told you? Prince Wayne is here to remind me, remind me, but what have you been doing? Are you complaining about the pay and want to quit?"

The security switchboard operator opened his mouth with a wronged expression and explained, "We were ordered by the chairman to let His Highness Wayne upstairs. The chairman specifically instructed us not to disturb your afternoon nap."

Chairman? Grandpa?

Swire paused, then blushed even more.

What is that old man thinking about all day long?!

Luckily, I wore pink cat pajamas today. What if your granddaughter wasn't wearing pajamas and was only wearing underwear? What if your granddaughter wasn't wearing anything and was sleeping naked?

If I come out like this, won't His Highness Wayne have seen everything? What about my innocence?

Honestly, this old senile man doesn't think things through at all when he does things!

Swire's little ears twitched shyly. She angrily tried to call her grandfather, but only received a reply that the phone was switched off. With a pout, she changed her clothes first.

A few minutes later, Swire, now dressed in a fur coat over a slit cheongsam and with obvious makeup on, strolled out. Seeing Wayne drinking coffee, she showed a surprised expression and exclaimed:

"Your Highness Wayne? When did you arrive? Is this fate? I was just dreaming that you were sitting on my sofa, and when I woke up, you were actually here. Am I dreaming?"

Wayne rolled his eyes at Swire, whose acting wasn't very good, and muttered:

"You can rush back in a panic, slam the door shut, and then curse out the security guards downstairs and fire them while you're at it."

Seeing that she had been found out, Swire could only awkwardly scratch her head and stick out her tongue:

"Can't Your Highness Wayne cooperate with me even a little?"

“Okay.” Wayne nodded, stood up, and walked to Swire’s side under her gaze. He suddenly tripped her with his foot, and as she screamed and fell backward, he reached out and caught her around the waist. He took a flower from a vase, put it in his mouth, and looked down at the stunned Swire with a smile:

“Miss Swire, you’re not dreaming.”

"Okay...okay...okay..."

"So cool, right? No need to praise me, I'll get arrogant. This trick works really well against Kal'tsit. I didn't even have time to pick up the flower when I tripped her just now. She was already blushing. If mon3tr hadn't been pressed against my neck and said 'I've stabbed you, I've stabbed you,' I probably could have said something witty."

"How tacky." Swire's face fell. She stood up, took off her high heels, and peered through the black stockings under her cheongsam to check if her ankle was injured. After confirming that she was alright, she complained.

Wayne turned to stone.

Is it tacky?

It seems, yes, maybe, it might be a little bit outdated, but Kal'tsit's response was clearly very good.

No, Kal'tsit is a very, very, very, very old unmarried woman. Her taste is not a reliable indicator at all, and she can't stand cheesy pickup lines.

Oh no, Kal'tsit's skills have improved! She just arrived in Lungmen and she's already dragged me into this mess. Ouch, the world feels the pain.

To ease his embarrassment, Wayne could only awkwardly change the subject, praising him instead:

"What a beautiful outfit, Swire!"

"Your Highness Wayne."

"Call me classmate."

Swire nodded, and said with some regret, "Wayne, I accept the praise, but it's a bit of a pity."

Wayne asked curiously, "What's a pity?"

"The Swire Building has been hosting a seven-day grand party these past few days, which was originally prepared for you, but unfortunately you only came today."

party?

Ha, Swire, do you think I'm some kind of angel? You think a mere party can seduce me? Oh, and I forgot to tell you, I never regret the choices I make!

What? A masquerade ball-like party?