【Chu Nan, however...】

[When did the vest fall off? ]

[Admittedly, Cheng Xilai and Chu Nan are a poor pair of antonyms.]

【But how could I have guessed it!!!】

Xia Chi suspected that he was the one who took the wrong medicine...

"Sigh..." Jiang Nan smiled mischievously.

There was mist in his eyes, like two broken stars in the night river. His usually tense shell had softened, and even his voice was sticky.

"I'll tell you a secret." He narrowed his eyes cunningly, like a child who had hidden candy.

The shadows of the flowers moved across his face, covering up his childish innocence and cuteness. However, his gaze on Xia Chi was terrifyingly focused, as if he wanted to describe every inch of him with his eyes.

"I can hear...the voice in your heart."

Her fingertips gently stroked his heart.

“…”

[I am also drunk.]

Xia Chi raised a weak smile.

His breathing gradually became lighter, and his vision began to blur. The venom flowed through his blood vessels, dyeing the sky an eerie purple.

He could hardly feel his own body.

【cold……】

It’s so cold…

[Like the river water that year...]

In a trance, it seemed as if someone heard the wailing in his heart, put their arms around his shoulders, and gently lifted him up. The warm arms wrapped around his sliding body, and a feather-like kiss fell on his brow.

So real, so clear, like an illusion.

Xia Chi thought, it turns out that death can also be gentle.

He greedily sniffed the familiar scent from the other person's collar, letting the darkness spread to the corners of his eyes.

How wonderful, he thought.

He had a life of wandering and displacement, but finally he was able to rest in peace in the arms of the one he loved most.

******

Xia Chi opened his eyes and everything went dark.

My eyes were blindfolded.

The damp cloth tightened his teeth, and something was stuck at the root of his tongue, making him almost vomit. He tried to move his wrists, but the rough hemp rope immediately dug into his flesh, causing a burning pain.

The silk sheets beneath him were as slippery as a snake's belly. He was tied up and thrown on a strange bed.

"Ouch! Ouch—"

The heartbreaking screams of Tu Baiwan in his ears made Xia Chi give up the idea of calling for help and pretend to be dead to save his life.

In the corner of the room, Tu Baiwan lay huddled on the concrete floor, twitching like a sick dog thrown into a fighting arena. Two yellow-haired thugs took turns beating him, the sound of sticks hitting him clear and terrifying.

"Misunderstand?"

A man with a donkey-faced, yellow-haired face suddenly grabbed Tu Sihai's hair, forcing him to raise his bruised and purple face. A wooden stick pressed against his Adam's apple, leaving a pale indentation. "Do you think we're vegetarians?"

The other, covered in calligraphy and paintings by famous people, tapped his phone screen against Tu Sihai's swollen face. "I'll give you one last chance—" He smiled a twisted smile, his gums bared. "Who sent you here? Huh?"

"Really, really no one... ordered me to do that..." Tu Sihai coughed up a mouthful of blood foam.

In the past, he was not afraid of being beaten up even if he wore shoes when he was barefoot, and he could even extort money from people if he was beaten badly. But this time it was different, these thugs really wanted to kill him.

The pain under his ribs was so severe that he finally realized that his life was in danger. What three million and what wealth and glory? This damn fortune teller has misled me!

"Grandpa, please spare me, please spare me, I was wrong, I was wrong..."

"You're being stubborn, aren't you? Not many people dare to run wild on Young Master He's territory." The wooden stick stabbed Tu Sihai's abdomen fiercely, and he hunched over like a shrimp, retching. "If I don't let you bleed, you won't know who you've offended."

Tu Sihai wished he had never been born. He just hacked into Tang Bo's mobile phone and knew that Tang Bo was going to take action against Jiang Nan, so he waited for him in advance. But he didn't know that the person Tang Bo was looking for was named He.

He knew better than anyone that this entire development zone belonged to the He family. Young Master He was notorious, and he was just unlucky enough to be caught in the crossfire.

I really hate Xia Chi.

Tu Sihai's face was covered in tears and snot. "Brother, please understand! I'm just a proxy photographer... I specialize in taking private photos of celebrities and selling them for money. I really didn't know I would offend Mr. He!" He was shaking like a sieve, and his bound wrists were bleeding from rubbing against the ground. "If I had known, I wouldn't have dared to do it even if I had ten times the courage... This is such a huge misunderstanding!"

"Proxy photographer?" The yellow-haired man frowned, a little unfamiliar with the term. He tapped his stick against his palm, "How many accomplices do you have?"

Tu Sihai: "Just...just me."

"Bullshit." Huang Mao pointed at Xia Chi on the bed and asked, "Then who is this?"

Tu Sihai: "He is just a fortune teller. I don't know him at all. I just happened to meet him today. This charlatan paid me to help him block someone. How could I know that he was Mr. He's man?"

“Bang!”

Huang Mao's slap landed on Tu Sihai's face with a whistling sound, causing him to turn his head away. "You're burning newspapers at graves to fool the ghosts, and you're still telling fortunes."

Huang Mao turned around, dragging the stick across the ground, making a sharp "sizzling" sound. He walked to the bedside, bent his head and looked at Xia Chi's corpse, "Hey, you're pretending to be dead."

"A fortune teller, right?" He leaned over, his smoky breath blasting across Xia Chi's face. "Did you predict there would be a bloody disaster today?"

The wooden stick was pressed against Xia Chi's face.

Xia Chi closed his eyes tightly, alarm bells ringing in his mind.

This isn't acting. This isn't acting.

[It’s over. I can’t borrow any more positions.]

【Help!】

“Crash!”

Suddenly, the roar of a flushing toilet echoed in the distance. A few doors down, a muddy male voice drifted in, mixed with the sound of running water. "Leave that pretty boy on the ground to me... Don't break him." The voice was weak. "If he dares to ruin my good deeds... I'll take care of him myself."

"Okay, Mr. He."

The yellow-haired man smiled meaningfully, turning the wooden stick in his palm in a fancy arc. Before leaving, he deliberately patted Xia Chi's cheek with his hand: "Did you hear that? Master He is going to 'deal with' you personally..."

【!!!!!!】

Xia Chi thought of that wretched hippopotamus spirit and felt sick.

[Mr. He?!]

[The eldest son of the He family, He Zixun's older brother, He Zuyao!!]

He Zuyao, a notorious troublemaker in the entertainment industry, raped a waitress in a Macau casino a few years ago, causing her to jump from a building. Last year, he attacked a man with a bottle in a Gongti bar over a male model, ultimately settling the case with two million in medical bills. Recently, he was seen speeding on the Second Ring Road in a luxury car, crashing into three taxis. Ultimately, his housekeeper arrived with a suitcase of cash to settle the matter.

His criminal record at the police station could fill a sack, but every time, a lawyer would come with a psychiatric evaluation to bail him out. If this guy's last name wasn't He, he would have been shot eight times already.

Xia Chi had never expected that he would fall into his hands.

[Clean up by yourself...how do you do that?]

[I might as well beat me up, oh my god... someone please save me...]

[Help…Help…Help…Help…Help…]

[Hey, but what's wrong with this hexagram? Where's the bad omen it was supposed to be?]

"Bang!"

The door was suddenly pushed open, and the wind that rushed in made the chandelier creak and shake.

Huang Mao saw the person coming and hurriedly hid the stick behind his back, breaking out in a cold sweat: "He... Chairman He, why are you here?"

Chairman He stood at the doorway, leaning on an ebony cane. He was dressed in a crisp navy blue three-piece suit, his silver sideburns meticulously trimmed. His wrinkled face was now clouded, and his hooked nose cast a sharp shadow under the lamplight.

He slowly turned the jade ring on his thumb, his eyes like a knife, first cutting through Tu Sihai who was curled up in the corner, then passing by Xia Chi who was pretending to be dead on the bed, and finally nailing the two thugs.

"Bang!"

He slammed the door in anger.

"You evil creature!"

There was a deafening sound of something shattering outside the door. It was feared that some priceless antique had been damaged. "Normally, you slept with some popular internet celebrities, and I turned a blind eye, thinking that you were unstable. Now you are so bold as to touch such a star! If I hadn't been discussing business on the golf course today—"

The crutch slammed heavily on the ground, making a dull sound. "Are you planning to dig up our He family's ancestral graves?!"

"Old man, calm down. A Yao is young and full of energy, so it's inevitable that he may not be very careful in his actions..."

Someone next to him tried to persuade him gently, with a gentle tone that was a bit deliberate. Xia Chi immediately recognized that she was Mrs. He, whom he had met in Chating.

"He..." Chairman He pointed his cane tremblingly in a certain direction. "This evil creature weighs over 180 kilograms! He's still young, and he's caused me so much trouble over the years!"

Mrs. He gently stroked her husband's violently heaving back with her fingertips. "Take care of yourself. Why get so angry? Anyway, the matter has been suppressed. That celebrity named Jiang Nan is being seen by Doctor Wang. The diagnosis clearly states that he fainted due to excessive drinking."

Unlike her arrogant demeanor in front of Sen Ya, Mrs. He's voice was gentle now. "Our club's surveillance 'happened' to be under maintenance at that time. What could they possibly do? Besides, A Yao must have known his mistake..." She turned towards the bathroom and raised her voice. "A Yao! Come on, admit your mistake to your father and calm him down."

The toilet flushed with a "splash" sound as a response.

Mixed with the special effects sound of the game killing...

Someone else muttered, "I can't kill you!"

There was a vast silence.

Chairman He suddenly staggered like a punctured ball, holding on to the high-backed chair beside him.

"Look at the child you've raised! You call this naive? You call this naive! When I was his age, I had already made a name for myself in the building materials market. What else can he do besides drinking, whoring, and gambling? He's so shameless! The amount of money I've earned from cleaning up his mess over the years is enough to cover the walls of Chang'an Avenue!"

Xia Chi was listening inside and roughly understood that this was another old story of a rebellious son betraying his father.

He couldn't help but complain about Mrs. He in his heart.

[Wow~ The second wife has finally had her husband. If it weren't for Yaozu causing trouble, she wouldn't have had the chance.]

[Is this Lao Deng the founder of the He Group and the richest man in City A, He Guiren?]

It suddenly became quiet outside.

The atmosphere is a bit cold.

However, Xia Chi did not realize this and started digging up the richest man's history of making a fortune.

[I remember this richest man making his fortune thanks to his father-in-law, who held the important position of director of a planning bureau. When he was young, he used this connection to become a supplier to many real estate companies. His business grew bigger and bigger, and he gradually controlled the entire building materials market.]

However, things can go awry. A real estate developer went bankrupt and fled, prompting a collective disturbance from the owners. The director was summoned for questioning. True to his word, he refused to incriminate anyone, taking the blame himself and jumping from the building, thus closing the case. The developers, bank presidents, and government officials who had been saved, expressing their gratitude for the director's kindness, extended olive branches to his son-in-law. Orders multiplied, wealth poured in, and he gradually began developing real estate projects, becoming a wealthy man in the area...

Wow!

He Guiren: “…”

Who? Who's poking me in the back?

I wonder who is tired of living!

He Guiren followed the sound and pushed open the door of the suite. There were still the four people inside. The two yellow-haired men had put away their arrogant looks since he came, and stood with their hands behind their backs, listening to the noise. The remaining one was kneeling and the other was lying down. The one lying down had his eyes covered and his mouth blocked, unconscious, while the one kneeling had his chin half open, with a miserable expression.