"If there's anything you want to learn, you can tell me. The Cheng family is very wealthy, so you can have whatever you want."
Cheng Youan softened his tone. This woman was even more formidable than Liu Run. In order to survive, he had to bring her over.
"Do you have a big house?" Hearing the words "very rich," Shekh became a little more patient with the human-shaped stone tablet.
Yes! What size do you like?
The moment passed, and the hand holding the paper bag clenched tightly.
Cheng Youan's use of the word "have" was extremely jarring.
Shekh: "Is there a castle? A really big one?"
Cheng Youan: "We can buy it now. There are castles being auctioned overseas right now. A billion dollars is not a problem for the Cheng family. You can have one if you come with me."
"Over a billion, can you make that decision?" The big villa she had looked at before cost over a hundred million.
"able!"
The Cheng family's wealth helped Cheng Youan regain his confidence. He rediscovered some of his sense of victory, and even his voice became more assertive.
A passerby overheard the conversation, tried to hold back, but couldn't resist turning around to look.
What an absurd conversation! The woman is hugging one man and asking the other, "Can you buy me a castle?"
The two men, the one being embraced remained silent, while the one being questioned said with a smug look on his face that he could.
Are you shooting short videos or lowbrow dramas? Well, you're quite good-looking.
Passersby savored the sight, slowed their pace, and began to circle around the area to watch the spectacle.
This situation looks like two men are fighting over one woman.
After walking around and comparing them, although the one who didn't speak was really handsome, if it were him, he would definitely choose the rich one.
Cheng Youan didn't notice the people around him; he stared straight at Shi Jinzhe.
"I have a lot of money, an astronomical amount that some people can't earn in a lifetime. As long as you are tied to me, you can have as much money as you want."
Shi Jinzhe used some force when he put his hand on Shekh's body.
He tried to keep his tone calm and said to Sheikh with his head down, "Let's go back."
"Wait." Shekh did not move.
Even though Shi Jinzhe couldn't take her away, he suppressed his breathing under his clothes and could only continue listening to their conversation.
Cheng Youan continued to enhance the value of the conversation: "Besides the house, the Cheng family also has a small island, which my parents bought to compensate me. You can have it if you want; it's already built."
"I'm not interested in islands, can you buy me a high-speed rail ticket instead?"
"?"
Cheng Youan didn't understand.
Forget about houses; some people, like his adoptive parents, struggle their whole lives just to buy a house.
High-speed rail?
Forget it, whether they can actually buy it or not, let's just get them here first.
Cheng Youan nodded and said, "Okay."
Perhaps this was Sheikh testing him, to gauge his sincerity, by agreeing to whatever she asked for.
"Don't lie to her." Shi Jinzhe turned his gaze back, suppressing the imbalance in his heart.
Cheng Youan wanted to get rid of Shehe simply to complete the game. He could try to bribe her with money, but he couldn't treat her like a fool.
"Lies?" Cheng Youan scoffed. "Just because you can't do something doesn't mean I can't, or that the Cheng family can't. How is that a lie?"
He took out his phone and showed Sheikh his spending bills. "Does he have that much money? He thinks I'm lying to you because he can't do it himself."
I didn't recognize all the characters in the Shehs, but I could recognize most of the numbers.
The numbers following those spending records are astonishing.
Cheng Youan flipped through a few pages, and half the money for the villa was gone.
Shekh counted the money and exclaimed, "So much money!"
She can see it, and she can also see the folds of time at the same angle.
His indifferent expression remained unchanged as he slowly raised his head and saw the mockery in Cheng Youan's eyes.
If he hadn't met Shekh, even if he hadn't died in the game, he would have eventually met his demise in reality because of the Cheng family's actions.
Cheng Youan wasn't lost by him; it was Cheng's parents' negligence. But because they needed a son, he became the substitute.
Later, when Cheng Youan returned, they no longer needed him.
His presence hurt Cheng Youan's heart; he was evidence of the parents' shifting affections.
Even though the Cheng family had never given up on finding their biological son for twenty years, Cheng Youan still found him an eyesore and felt that he was taking up everything that should have belonged to him.
Shi Jinzhe closed his eyes and faced this unbearable reality once again.
Cheng Youan is rich. Since he can promise Sheh all that, he can find any high-level player he wants. Why is he only targeting his?
Most of the points and items he had were thanks to Shekh; without her, what difference would it make if he were to die?
The Cheng family needs a suitable replacement, so they're looking for him.
Cheng Youan wanted a powerful protector, so he sought him out.
When he was adopted at the age of six, Cheng Yun told him several times that the Cheng family would treat him well and that they would treat him as family.
So when he first arrived at the Cheng family, facing a foster mother who would suddenly fall ill and beat people without warning, he would comfort her even though he was afraid.
After Qiao Huiyun stopped having an attack, he started his second task, getting stuck in those endless courses every day. It was difficult and tiring, but he had to do his best.
Because he was adopted, I felt less sorry for him, and his schedule was always more demanding than others.
Because he was an adopted son, the risk of bullying him was much lower than that of bullying other precious children; he would get scolded much less.
An eight- or nine-year-old child played a prank by secretly stuffing a snake into his clothes, and all he got in return was a curt reply that it was just kids playing around and nothing serious.
The adults laughed it off, but that cold, sour feeling lingered in his heart and wouldn't go away.
Suddenly, his throat felt itchy, as if his breathing had been interrupted, and he inhaled a cold winter wind, his oxygen-deprived brain feeling numb from the cold.
He focused his attention on Shekh.
She held Cheng Youan's phone in her hand, and the money piqued her interest as she flipped through the pages of numbers.
Just like when he was holding his phone, his lips moved slightly as he looked at it, as if he were practicing arithmetic.
She loves money and is eager to learn. There's no need for him to save up money; as long as she agrees, Cheng Youan can buy the big house she wants most.
Cheng Youan, standing to the side, continued his incessant chatter, like a real estate agent who hadn't made a sale in three years, relentlessly promoting himself and telling his clients that his house would definitely appreciate in value in the future.
It never stopped; I was so frustrated I wanted to throw the sales flyer in his face.
After a moment of silence, he asked, "Shekh, are you done looking? Can we go now?"
Without looking up, Shekh replied, "Wait a little longer."
Compared to Cheng Youan's sarcasm, this lingering "wait a little longer" was more chilling than the cold wind of the deep night.
His heart sank, and the cold wind couldn't blow away the gloom in his heart. His face seemed frozen, unable to make any expression.
After a moment, he gave a soft "hmm" and looked away.
Who says winters in the South aren't cold? They're pretty cold too.
Shi Jinzhe's disappointment was obvious; Cheng Youan had never been so happy.
All the criticism and pain of the past few months, and even the unease of entering the game, have vanished.
See? He said it himself: if you're not tempted, it's because you haven't spent enough money.
If you give enough, what can't you do?
He smiled at Shekh, "So, are you coming with me? If you come, what I promised you will come right away."
"Hold on."
Shekh handed the phone back to him, wiped his hands with his folded clothes, pulled down his shoulder, and made him lower his head.
Shi Jinzhe stared at the ground, letting her pull him along, afraid that speaking would reveal his emotions.
Sher whispered in his ear, in a gesture that made it easy for Cheng Youan to hear:
“I just counted, he has a lot of money. Let’s rob him of it all so you can buy me a big house.”
My heart skipped a beat, and my pupils dilated in the glaring light.
"Is it okay?" Shekh asked again.
In that instant, the ice and snow of winter in his heart melted away, and he roared to welcome spring.
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