Chapter 4: Money Is No Object

He Zhong was directing several men to carry boxes upstairs.

“Be gentle, don’t damage them.”

As they passed the third floor, Shen Qing stepped out of her room, Zhong Yi trailing closely behind.

“Miss Shen, are you going out? I’ll have the driver prepare the car,” He Zhong said, noticing the black backpack Zhong Yi was carrying—the same one from yesterday.

“No need,” Shen Qing replied, glancing briefly at the boxes before quickly looking away. “Zhong Yi, keep up.”

“Coming, sis.”

He Zhong opened his mouth to say something, but before he could, the two of them had already descended the stairs.

“Hey, be careful! That’s expensive!”

***

The dining room of a five-star hotel in Fancheng was nearly empty.

“Cheng’er!”

“A Xie!”

“Cheng’er—”

“A Xie—”

Gu Ting watched as the two men hugged each other tightly...

He lost his appetite...

“Brother Gu, aren’t you eating?” Dongfang Cheng asked as Gu Ting stood up.

Mo Wuxie released Dongfang Cheng and caught up with Gu Ting.

“Brother, you’re full after only half a meal?”

“Mm, I’m full from watching the two of you,” Gu Ting replied, eyeing them with disdain as he pressed the elevator button to head up to the 23rd floor.

“Oh, come on! Wuxie and I are just messing around. Don’t you know where my heart truly lies?” Dongfang Cheng winked at Gu Ting, pouting and leaning close.

Gu Ting: “...Get lost!”

“Hahaha...uh…” Mo Wuxie’s laughter was wild, but under Gu Ting’s glare, he nearly choked.

Once inside the suite, Gu Ting sat on the sofa, one long leg bent.

Mo Wuxie and Dongfang Cheng took seats across from him.

“That bastard Mo Yunzhou is trying to kill me!” Mo Wuxie crossed his legs, gritting his teeth. “The old man is so biased, handing me a useless company—guaranteed losses, no profit!”

“Tsk, tsk,” Dongfang Cheng clicked his tongue. “You’d better dump your shares in Spring and Autumn Entertainment. The losses are spiraling out of control, and with Mo Yunzhou setting traps, you’re barely surviving.”

“The old man’s still breathing—I’m not allowed to sell.” Mo Wuxie looked utterly defeated. Just a few days ago, he’d discovered a promising investment, only to have Star Entertainment snatch it away.

Gu Ting propped his chin on one hand and was silent for a long while before finally speaking. “Then just treat it as a game. It’s not like you’re short on money.”

Mo Wuxie: “...Almost forgot the main thing. There’s news about Li Dog Egg.”

Gu Ting’s eyes sharpened. “Talk.”

Hearing the name Li Dog Egg, Dongfang Cheng pricked up his ears, his face tense.

“A year ago, he was very active in Country M. The goods from the Gu family were handled by him. But the hacker by his side is impressive—probably only second to Long Aotian. A month ago, Li Dog Egg entered China and hasn’t left since.”

Dongfang Cheng couldn’t help twitching at the corners of his mouth.

Li Dog Egg?

Long Aotian?

These international big shots give themselves the most ridiculous names!

“Ting, in half a month, the Shi Yi group will be escorting a shipment with the Luo family through Fancheng. It’s a good chance to make a move.”

“Is the haul substantial?” Gu Ting leaned back into the sofa, his expression cool.

“Several billion. Li Dog Egg won’t be able to resist.”

“Alright. Let’s play with him.”

“Understood.” Mo Wuxie nodded.

Sensing the tension between his companions, Dongfang Cheng forced a laugh.

“Come on! We rarely come to Fancheng. Wuxie, treat us to a meal!”

“Why me? I’ve lost over a million in just one month with this doomed company.”

“It’s just a million—don’t be such a miser!”

“If you think it’s easy, you try!”

***

The taxi stopped in the city’s commercial center. Shen Qing and Zhong Yi stepped out.

“Hey, miss!” The driver called out to Shen Qing.

“Yes?” She paused by the car, her features striking.

“You’re really not a celebrity?” The driver thought she was more beautiful than any actress on TV.

Shen Qing sighed, a small smile tugging at her lips. “I’m not.”

“Miss, can you give me an autograph? I bet you’d be a sensation in showbiz!” The driver had already produced a pen and paper.

Shen Qing: ...

“There you go.” She handed him the paper.

“Wow! Thanks, miss. Have a great day!” The driver took it, delighted. The handwriting was wild and powerful—it took him a while to decipher the characters as “Shen Qing.”

Walking beside her, Zhong Yi looked up. “Sis, what are we doing here?”

“I’m buying you clothes,” Shen Qing replied, heading straight into a high-end boutique.

“Welcome to DL,” the shop assistant greeted them with a sweet smile.

Zhong Yi was momentarily stunned. “These clothes are expensive. I don’t really need any.”

Shen Qing seemed very familiar with the place. She picked out several outfits without hesitation, leaving the assistant speechless.

“Try these on.” Shen Qing tossed the clothes to Zhong Yi.

He glanced at the price tag...

A single short-sleeved shirt was 9,800 yuan!

“So expensive...” He stood rooted to the spot.

The entire outfit he was wearing, shoes included, cost less than ninety yuan...

“What are you waiting for?” Shen Qing shoved him into the fitting room.

“I’m trying to save you money. Really, anything would do...”

“Money is earned to be spent, not saved.” Shen Qing closed the door decisively and sat on the nearby sofa to wait.

“Wrap up all the ones I picked out. Shoes—two pairs of men’s size 37, the newest styles.”

The assistant looked at the plainly dressed but lavish young woman in astonishment.

“Right away! I’ll take care of it!” she replied, hurrying to pack the items, terrified Shen Qing might change her mind—this was a huge sale!

You really can’t judge by appearances. The truly wealthy are always understated!

A few minutes later, Zhong Yi emerged from the fitting room.

His features were delicate, his skin a little tanned, but in these new clothes, he looked like a young nobleman.

“My taste isn’t bad,” Shen Qing said, stepping forward to straighten his collar and, without hesitation, tossing his old clothes into the trash.

“Sis... you’re just throwing away my clothes like that?” Those had been his loyal companions for three years!

“Out with the old, in with the new.”

“...”

“Let’s go, little dark face. We still need to take you to the airport this afternoon.”

“...Little dark face? What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Hm? Take me, to the airport? Me?”

Shen Qing took the shopping bags from the assistant’s hands and pulled out a black credit card.

“Yes, you.”

Zhong Yi felt thunderstruck.

“Fairy girl!” a voice suddenly called from not far away.