Watching the car disappear from sight, the old Taoist turned to look at the lifelike statue of the Three Pure Ones and said in surprise, "You really manifested your power? Why didn't you manifest your power a hundred years ago? You're showing off your power today, aren't you?"

"Damn it!"

“Master, you’ve used foul language.” The young Taoist priest Jing Si said softly.

The old Taoist priest disagreed and changed the subject, asking, "What do you think of that young lay Buddhist, Mr. Chu?"

"From a physiognomy perspective, having thick, curved eyebrows is considered auspicious, as is having a full forehead."

The old Taoist nodded: "That's just how Layman Chu is; it has nothing to do with those three brothers."

“... ..."

With a flick of his whisk, the old Taoist priest headed towards the Taoist temple. He had many matters to attend to, which concerned not only the temple's preservation but also the local economic development.

The young Taoist priest, gazing at the faintly visible car silhouette, said unhurriedly, "May the Heavenly Venerable bestow boundless blessings."

... ...

The capital city.

The sky was gently covered by a thin layer of clouds, like a painting carefully crafted by nature, and sunlight pierced through these clouds, shining down on the earth.

Zhong Tingyue wore a soft dress paired with a pair of off-white flat shoes, a simple outfit that accentuated her elegant temperament.

As he looked around the villa, he recalled various data points: area, lighting, requirements... and the image of the villa's design and decoration automatically appeared in his mind.

After a while, her head started to throb, her eyebrows twitched, and she rubbed her temples: "Ugh, this is so hard."

Since arriving in Beijing, she has not rested and has been working non-stop, wanting to finish her work as soon as possible and return to Shanghai. Her pretty face showed a hint of fatigue.

Zhong Tingyue sat on the lawn in front of the villa, looking at the exquisite villa in front of her, and sighed: "Oh no, I don't want to work hard anymore. Maybe I should just let that man keep me."

"That man spent a billion to fulfill a wish. How long would it take me to earn that much money? A lifetime? Two lifetimes?... Ah, Zhong Tingyue, what are you working so hard for? To show off your independence?"

"No! My struggle has nothing to do with whether Chu Fang is rich or not. It is my understanding of life and my own effort to build a future home."

Recalling what Chu Fang had boasted about to her a few days ago, Zhong Tingyue felt dizzy.

One billion?

So much money!

Was that just one paper ticket sent out?

Damn it!

The man's wealth still exceeded his imagination.

Zhong Tingyue felt increasingly that her dream of keeping Chu Fang as her lover was getting further and further away.

How much money do I need to earn to afford to keep a sugar daddy/sugar baby?

Ten billion? Or one hundred billion?

I want to lie down and relax.

It's good to be a gentle, feminine woman.

Zhong Tingyue lay on the grass, gazing at the azure sky: "No way, I'm not going to give up. I'm going to make lots and lots of money, and I have to make that man kneel down and sing 'Conquer'."

Immediately, a smile bloomed on her pretty face.

"Hello... ..."

Just then, a greeting came from outside the door, and Zhong Tingyue turned around to look.

There was a woman with a classic oval face, a pointed and soft chin, and smooth facial lines, conforming to the current popular beauty standards of online celebrities. Her long legs were eye-catching, with long and even lines and firm and powerful muscles.

With excellent body proportions, she appears exceptionally elegant and confident whether standing or walking.

"Zhong Tingyue?" The woman saw her and her eyes lit up slightly.

Zhong Tingyue raised an eyebrow. She didn't recognize the woman in front of her, so why did the other woman know her?

The woman pointed to herself: "Don't you recognize me? I'm Bai Yan, a high school classmate."

Zhong Tingyue glanced at the other person casually, comparing the person in front of her to her high school classmate in her mind. There were some differences, and a smile appeared on her face: "Sorry, I was too tired from work and didn't react for a moment."

"It's nothing." Bai Yan, my high school classmate, waved her hand. "What are you doing here?"

“I’m here for work,” Zhong Tingyue answered honestly, gesturing forward slightly; “to do the interior design for this villa.”

"Oh, oh~~~" Bai Yan nodded, "You're amazing! You can even design a villa on your own."

"Hehe." Zhong Tingyue chuckled and casually asked, "And you?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Bai Yan replied, "My boyfriend and I live next door. We saw that the new neighbors were renovating, so we came over to get to know them. I didn't expect to run into you."

After a pause, he invited, "Why don't you come to my house for a meal? We haven't seen each other for many years."

Zhong Tingyue pursed her lips: "Let's do it another day. I'm working and really can't get away."

Upon hearing this, Bai Yan didn't say much. She chatted for a while and then left, agreeing to have dinner together.

Bai Yan walked out of the villa, where a man was waiting. It was her boyfriend, Guo Kaipeng, who casually said, "You seem to know that girl?"

“That’s my high school classmate.” Bai Yan smiled, a smug smile. “I didn’t expect to run into her today.”

"Invite her to have dinner together."

“She’s busy, let’s talk another day.” Bai Yan said as she walked with her boyfriend’s arm around his arm, “Zhong Tingyue was the most famous girl in our year. Not only was she beautiful, but she also had excellent grades and was admitted to a key university. I thought she had a bright future, but I never expected her to fall to such a state.”

Bai Yan lamented the unpredictability of life, seemingly feeling sorry for her old classmate's misfortune, but at the same time, her words were full of pride.

Zhong Tingyue is considered an outstanding talent by her classmates, family, and teachers, while she herself has never received praise from others. The two of them entered society at the same time, but their situations were as different as heaven and earth.

... ...

Meeting with her old classmates did not stir any emotion in Zhong Tingyue's heart.

She wasn't very familiar with Bai Yan, only remembering that Bai Yan was very rebellious in high school and often fooled around with men outside of school. As for anything else, she had no recollection of her.

Just as she was about to continue working, Yang Meina sent her a message.

[Nanako: Moon, moon, my little moon.]

[Nanako: burst into tears.JpG]

[Wang Shu: What's wrong?]

[Nanako: I want to get plastic surgery.]

Upon seeing this, Zhong Tingyue frowned and quickly replied.

[Wang Shu: Why?]

[Nana: I lost a PK battle and got mocked by some internet celebrity with a pretty face. I'm going to fight her to the death!]

[Wang Shu: Winning or losing is only temporary; there's no need for plastic surgery. It's something that affects your whole life, so please don't even consider it.]

[Nanako: I just want to get plastic surgery.]

[Wang Shu: No!]

[Nanako: Yes!]

The two replied like children, and about half an hour later, Zhong Tingyue finally dissuaded her childhood friend from having plastic surgery.