Let's Squander A Billion First!

Looking at the name flickering on the screen, Zhuang Yi’s heartbeat slightly quickened.

She took a deep breath and answered the call, “Brother Ting.”

“Where are you?” a low, rich voice came from the other end of the phone.

“Um, Sisi and I just finished watching a movie.” The woman’s voice was sweet and soft, coquettish, “I’m about to head home. Have you finished your work, Brother Ting? When will you be back?”

While Zhuang Yi was on the phone, she pulled out another mobile phone and texted someone saved as Sisi.

“I just got on the plane,” the man said.

Zhuang Yi exclaimed with a small leap of joy, “Brother Ting, you’re coming back? Then I’ll pick you up.”

The man was silent for a moment and then hummed in response.

Zhuang Yi waited until the man hung up, then her facial expression became composed as she looked at the text message she had sent on her phone and erased the record.

She flipped to the call history and dialed a number from her recent calls.

Sheng Ting was actually returning earlier than planned!

The call went unanswered until it disconnected automatically.

A faint unease settled in Zhuang Yi’s heart.

She glanced at the building, bit her lip, and drove away.

Even if Sheng Ting just boarded the airplane, it would still take time to arrive here.

By that time…

–

Chuzheng jumped down from the old wall, barefoot on the ground, discomfort biting into her feet.

Chuzheng leaned against the wall, catching her breath.

Performing such activities with this body was indeed a hardship for her poor self.

The original owner was wearing just this white dress, with not a single ornament on her entire body.

It looked rather scary in the middle of the night.

[Side Mission: Please spend twenty thousand within one hour. The funds have been disbursed to Space. Please check your receipt.]

Chuzheng: “…”

In the middle of nowhere.

In pitch darkness.

Where the hell do you expect me to spend twenty thousand bucks—in cash!

[…Miss, please mind your language. We are a cultured System!]

Chuzheng steadied herself against the wall.

Fuck your damned culture!

[Dare you swear it out loud.]

Chuzheng snorted coldly in her heart, flipped her hair back, and walked forward composed.

Even without shoes, she could still walk with the aura of a business magnate.

Damn stones hurt like hell!

Chuzheng had hardly walked a few steps before she hopped up in pain.

The ground was full of pebbles and her delicate, tender skin could hardly bear such torment.

It was too uncomfortable to walk.

I need to buy shoes first!

Her current location was quite remote. It took Chuzheng almost half an hour to see a road.

She climbed onto the road from a slope, barely stabilizing herself when a car sped past, lifting her little white skirt in a whistling sound.

Does this scene look like something out of a drama—beautiful, isn’t it?

Ha!

Chuzheng’s face was covered by her hair.

Bang—

Boom—

Flames shot up from the front, reaching the sky.

Chuzheng calmly moved the hair away from her face and looked forward to see two cars had collided, and an explosion had ensued.

The people inside were probably ready to be served at the table with a little cumin sprinkled on them.

Chuzheng pompously dusted off her skirt, assuming the manner of a boss.

This is what you get for smearing my face.

[…What does an accident have to do with you?]

Chuzheng struck a pose, then thought for a moment and walked towards the explosion site.

One of the cars had exploded, and another had been knocked off the road and flipped over in the grass beside the pavement.

The driver was already unconscious, and with some difficulty, Chuzheng leaned through the shattered window, intending to check if the driver was dead.

The dark muzzle of a gun was pointed at her.

Chuzheng: “…”

The driver’s head was bleeding, and though he was upside down, his eyes were as sharp as a hawk’s.

“I just wanted to borrow the navigation,” Chuzheng said calmly.

The driver watched her warily, obviously not buying her fib.

But at that moment, Chuzheng looked soft and weak, exuding an air of harmlessness from head to toe.

The driver didn’t let his guard down: “Get me out.”

“If I get you out, will you lend me the navigation?” Chuzheng asked.

Driver: “…”

–

The driver lay on the ground, both his legs broken and completely immobilized.

He watched the expressionless girl leaning against the car, staring at him.

“Who are you?”

“Just passing by, don’t mind me,” Chuzheng said. “I’m leaving now.”

Chuzheng left immediately.

“Wait a minute!”

“I’m very busy.” It’s about to double!!

“Could you take me with you?” the driver gasped for breath. “I will pay you a reward.”

A reward!

I don’t want it!

This guy must be a devil!

Bullying me, a poor little thing without shoes.

“You would kill me to keep me quiet,” Chuzheng accused. Armed gangs, obviously not good people: “No thanks.”

“…”

Chuzheng took a few steps away, then turned back.

The driver thought she had changed her mind.

Instead, the girl unceremoniously stripped him of his shoes: “You can’t walk anyway, sell them to me.”

You can’t walk anyway…

“I’m not a little girl, don’t you have any sympathy?”

“You have a gun, what do you need sympathy for?” Chuzheng stripped his other shoe.

Since when do people with guns not need sympathy?!

Is this discrimination or what?

“Little girl, not everyone who has a gun is a bad person, right?” the driver said through the pain, trying to reason with her.

“Yeah,” Chuzheng nodded.

“So…”

“What’s that got to do with me?” Chuzheng pulled out two bundles of cash from Space, placing them on the driver. “Keep the change.”

Driver: “…”

Where did she pull that cash from?

[Congratulations, Miss, for completing the task. A reward of twenty thousand has been deposited into your account.]

Chuzheng walked away in the oversized leather shoes, clack-clacking down the street.

She looked like a child stealing an adult’s shoes to wear, her face sternly trying to act grown-up—a comical sight.

The driver was utterly baffled. What kind of strange little girl had he encountered?

In the dead of night… dressed in white… she wasn’t a ghost, was she?

–

“Where is she?”

The man stood in the study, leaning on the desk, his handsomely striking face full of harshness, and upon closer inspection, his eyes bore faint bloodshot threads.

The veins on the back of his hand, propped on the desk, bulged.

At this moment, the man resembled an enraged lion.

Intimidating.

“Brother Ting…”

“What did I tell you when I left? You can’t even keep an eye on a little girl, what use are you?”

The group of men standing opposite didn’t dare to breathe loudly.

Brother Ting smashed his fist onto the desk: “Well, go look for her!”

“Yes.”

Zhuang Yi stood outside the door, waiting for the men to leave before she cautiously peeped inside. The man now stood with his back to her.

Zhuang Yi let out a slight sigh of relief.

He probably hadn’t realized that it was her who had taken the girl away.

“Zhuang Yi.”

Zhuang Yi was startled, quickly composing herself before entering the room.

–

The original owner had been confined by Sheng Ting for some time now.

The Sheng Family was already in chaos.

Anything that could be divided among others had been taken.

But she wasn’t too clear about the specifics, and the current situation was a bit tricky.

First, she needed to get herself sorted out and then—eat well, drink well, sleep well.

She had been walking all night and was very tired.

This body was also very weary and needed a good rest.

Once Chuzheng had rested, she started to think about what to do next.

Sheng Ting would definitely be looking everywhere for her now that she was missing.

The present problem was—this body was too damn weak!!