Although he hadn't slept all night, Xia Chi was not sleepy at all. He was full of energy. He found a feather duster and went to the main hall.

Sunlight streamed in through the carved window lattices, and tiny motes of dust danced in the beams of light. Xia Chi stood on tiptoe and carefully used a duster to brush away the spiderwebs on the statue's head. The silver threads turned to fine dust and drifted away, gradually allowing the statue's face to become clearer.

He turned and fetched a basin of clean water from the well. Using the same rag, he meticulously wiped the altar. Stale incense ash fell, and dried candle wax was scraped away bit by bit. After clearing the dust from the floor and window frames, Xia Chi found a few moldy account books beneath the shrine. He took them, along with the cushion, out to dry in the sun, and also cleared a rat's nest.

The water in the copper basin was changed several times, and the entire hall finally looked brand new. The mottled gold paint sparkled in the sun, and the candlesticks on the altar reflected the dazzling light, illuminating the entire hall.

When he wrung out the last piece of rag, he found that the palm of his hand had been scratched by a wooden splinter. He wiped it casually on his body and looked up at the statue of the Kitchen God. The eyes of the clay sculpture were no longer ferocious, but seemed to contain a gentle smile.

"Thank you."

Xia Chi respectfully lit a stick of incense and bowed to the statue again.

When I returned to the backyard and picked up my phone, the screen started flashing wildly - the red icon almost filled the notification bar, Tu Sihai's 44 missed calls were like a string of scarlet firecrackers, and WeChat was growing explosively.

Opening the chat interface and taking a quick look at the end, Tu Sihai's psychological journey in this one-hour period was even more tortuous than Monkey King's journey to the West to obtain Buddhist scriptures.

"Explain it clearly, you son of a bitch..."

"Are you fucking going to die? Why are you keeping me in suspense? Answer the phone!"

…

"Xia Chi! You bastard!"

"I just recognized my father, and I just let my mother live a good life..."

"Damn it, why would God play this trick on me..."

…

"Xia Chi!!! You're awesome!"

"How dare you leave me hanging like this? I'll fucking cut you off!"

…

"Master, where are you?"

"I brought some gifts with me and would like to go and pay my respects to you. Would you mind?"

…

It's simply a textbook example of someone being domesticated into a bootlicker by a scumbag's cold-violent PUA.

Xia Chi felt a little guilty. He had just been busy with work and really didn't mean to leave him out.

So he replied, "See you at Dashangkaner in Fu'anli."

Then he added proudly, "I'll only wait for you for ten minutes."

Dashangkaner is right at the entrance of Fu'anli Alley, and Tu Sihai arrived on time in his shiny Maybach.

Tu Sihai has now changed his name to He Sihai, and he changed it on the day the DNA test results came out.

When He Sihai got out of the car, his eyes were much clearer than before, like a freshly graduated college student. As soon as the car stopped, he trotted around to the passenger seat and bent over to help Xia Chi open the door.

Xia Chi got in slowly, but before he was seated properly, He Sihai deftly took out a card and stuffed it into his hand. He looked down and saw that it was the seven-digit sum that he had lost and regained again.

"Hey! Why are you so polite?" Xia Chi suppressed the corners of his mouth. Although he said so, his hands were not vague at all. He quickly put the card into his pocket.

He Sihai rubbed his hands together, a flattering smile on his face, and spoke without a single dirty word: "Master, look... my dad's thing..."

The word "Dad" sounded so smooth.

Indeed, who wouldn't want to have the richest man as their father? All the old grudges and family matters would have to be sidelined in the face of overwhelming wealth.

"Hey, what's the big deal?"

Xia Chi agreed, but his eyes couldn't help but glance around. This was also his first time sitting in a Maybach. "Well... where is our dad right now?"

…

Xia Chi was thinking in his heart that he had to find a way to resolve the matter of promising the Kitchen God. The land in Fu'anli belonged to Mr. He, the richest man. If Mr. He agreed, everything would be easy.

As luck would have it, Mr. He, the richest man, is sick.

No wonder He Sihai would be stressed.

The car drove towards Yanjiang Road. Xia Chi sank into the leather seat, and his whole body seemed to be supported by a cloud. He couldn't help but let out a comfortable sigh in his heart.

[This is completely different from squeezing into the subway! ]

[The world of the rich is indeed made of gold.]

His fingers stole across the curve of the car door.

[This feels so good, will it be too late to be a car key in my next life? ]

He Sihai put one hand on the steering wheel, tapping the leather-wrapped steering wheel with his fingers intermittently. The corners of his mouth rose slightly, then quickly pursed into a straight line, suppressing the smugness in his expression.

This little trick did not escape Xia Chi's eyes.

Xia Chi's defense was broken in an instant.

[What are you so proud of? You're just an upstart!]

I even call Jack Ma "Dad." Who doesn't have a dad who's the richest man in the world?

[Send me red envelopes every day on Alipay...]

[When I become a big star someday, I'll buy ten or twenty of them and drive them to the Second Ring Road, sometimes parking them in an S shape, sometimes in a B shape...]

Ever since Tu Sihai changed his name to He Sihai, he seemed to have been blessed. As long as he shut his mouth, his former murderous anger turned into congratulations for the peace and prosperity of the country and the people.

Xia Chi silently looked at the reborn He Sihai. After a month or two of recuperation, the bruises on his face had faded, the injuries on his ribs had mostly healed, his two newly inlaid all-ceramic front teeth were dazzlingly white, and with expensive new glasses, he had been upgraded from a guest on a legal program to an analyst on a financial channel.

Who would have thought that such a well-dressed young man would once hide in a trash can for an entire night just for an exclusive photo?

Xia Chi couldn't help but act servile and started to speculate about He Sihai's wealthy life.

[Wow, more than 3 million in pocket money every month! ]

[Hey! The toilet is made of gold.]

[Holy crap! Even dogs have their own nannies?! My life is worse than a dog's! ! !]

[Heaven is unfair, so unfair...]

[Hey… I even bought some pigeon eggs and confessed my feelings to my favorite goddess…]

After finding out the gossip, Xia Chi became excited.

He Sihai had just taken Xia Chi's slander as a compliment and listened to it contentedly, but as soon as these words came out, his hand shook and the car almost veered into the green belt.

Holy shit! How can this charlatan pick on everything?

Help!

Please spare me!

This upstart had fresh roses flown in, and the proposal venue was covered in a sea of flowers. He even hired a popular band, and his bodyguards, dressed in suits and white gloves, scattered petals on the ground in baskets. If you didn't know better, you'd think they were filming "The Great Gatsby."

[I have money to burn——]

[A ten-carat pink pigeon egg! Who could resist this?... Our little Tu Tu has finally found love after all the hardships he's endured...]

[What? Rejected…]

He Sihai's face turned green and his fingers were nervously gripping the steering wheel.

Stop it, or your pants will fall off.

[It turns out that money is not everything. Even the son of the richest man can be rejected! ! ]

We, the millionaires, need good looks, good figures, and good education. If we sew our lips shut, we'll be role models!

Capitalism has also met the iron fist of socialism! It can't even crack a ten-carat pigeon egg. Are those girl's eyelids welded with titanium alloy?

[I originally thought Lü Bu was invincible...]

[Who, who is so brave? ! ! ]

He Baiwan was nervous all over, and out of the corner of his eye he saw Xia Chi scratching his head and calculating.

Suddenly froze.

The air fell into dead silence.

【Time... Lu???】

Xia Chi turned his head stiffly, and his titanium alloy dog eyes were like laser weapons, piercing He Sihai with three parts of ridicule, seven parts of contempt, and ten parts of disbelief.

His eyebrows raised slightly and his shoulders trembled.

"Squeak—"

He Sihai's self-esteem instantly became like a straw boat with borrowed arrows.

[That’s the number one goddess on Hupu, Gao Yuanyuan’s successor, the most beautiful face in the world, the most beautiful face in Asia-Pacific, and the nation’s first love, dubbed “Oriental Venus” by foreign media—Shi Lu!]

[Does Shilu have so many true fans? ]

[Sure enough, all straight men in the world share the same fate!!]

[One must be brave and courageous...]

[If you don't confess, how do you know it's impossible? ]

[Roar, roar, roar…]

"You fucking—"

He Sihai's glasses were crooked with anger, and he almost ripped his shirt off his chest and turned into the Hulk, picking up Xia Chi's legs and smashing them to the ground.

“Beep—”

A black car suddenly jumped out from the blind spot and almost stuck to the body of the Maybach to overtake it.

He Sihai's pupils suddenly shrank, and he instinctively turned the steering wheel, causing the car to draw a thrilling trajectory on the road.

His chest was heaving violently, and the veins on his forehead were still throbbing. He gripped the steering wheel tightly, fear mixed with anger swirling in his eyes.

“Yo yo yo——”

Xia Chi gasped exaggeratedly, patted his chest and sat up straight, still in shock.

He glanced at He Sihai's ashen profile, suddenly thought of something, and suddenly realized it.

[Oh~ I was wondering why the Maybach had been parked in front of the crew's door for a week.]

[It turns out it's a male peacock spreading its tail feathers.]

[A nouveau riche is a nouveau riche, afraid that others won't see him.]

[Roar, roar, roar…]

He Sihai has been able to hold back from swearing until now, and he really has used up all the little fortitude he has in his life.

Xia Chi beside him was wiping away tears while laughing.

[So the green tea guy Zhao Ming was talking about is you! Hahahaha… The loop is closed, the loop is closed.]

[I really learned a lot from He Zixun.]

[To be frank, he's more capable than Zhao Ming.]

What a pity...

Xia Chi shook his head.

He Baiwan: “???”

What?

【There is a reason why Shi Lu rejected you. 】

[Except that you are not worthy of her——]

[She's already taken! ! ]

"puff--"

He Baiwan suddenly covered his heart with his hands, and a mouthful of blood almost spurted onto the diamond-encrusted steering wheel.

Is the beautiful girl taken?

Lulu...

I swear I will become something successful so I can marry you!

Why! Why!

Why don't you wait for me!

The hatred of having your wife stolen is irreconcilable!

Jealousy penetrated into his bones, burning his internal organs and causing pain!

who!

Who is it!!!

Who stole my love!!!

【There is no hope for a thin dog like you! 】

Xia Chi glanced at his small body.

Shi Lu likes men with thick muscles, tattoos on their backs, big arms and tattoos, dark skin and a strong build, the kind with eight breasts and sixteen-pack abs.

He Baiwan: “???”

He Baiwan: “!!!”

I won’t ask about anything else…

Eight tits???

Sixteen-pack abs?

Is the washboard a spirit?!