Let's Squander A Billion First!

Can’t you give me a break?

[Miss, squandering money is urgent! We must not slack off! Striving to squander is our belief! It’s our life philosophy!]

I don’t have that kind of belief.

I! Do! Not!

[You can have it now, Miss. When you have money, you really can do whatever you want.]

Chuzheng gave King’s Account a cold stare.

I’m scared of myself when I do whatever I want.

[…]

You’re the boss, you’re fucking right!

Anyway, if you don’t complete the mission, you just rewind! Humph!

–

Sheng Ting’s mood had been awful these past few days because of Chuzheng.

He couldn’t understand how a fragile little girl could become so fierce after just a few days…

“Brother Ting, it’s almost time.”

Sheng Ting adjusted his tie and grunted in acknowledgment.

He sat in the car for a while, and when the hands on his watch pointed to eight o’clock, he pushed open the car door and got out.

The nightclub was buzzing with noise.

Sheng Ting went inside with his entourage, avoiding the crowd and taking the private elevator to a quieter floor.

“Mr. Sheng.” There was someone waiting at the staircase; upon seeing him emerge, they greeted him politely.

“Your boss sure has guts, choosing this place.” The tone of the man beside Sheng Ting wasn’t particularly pleasant.

The person laughed: “As the saying goes, ‘The best place to hide is in the crowd.\'”

“And who’s responsible if something goes wrong?”

“As long as Mr. Sheng’s side ensures confidentiality, there will be no problems on our end.”

“That’s uncertain.”

The two exchanged words back and forth, and Sheng Ting raised his hand, causing the other man to snort coldly and stop talking.

“Please this way, Mr. Sheng.”

Sheng Ting got along well with the other side, and they soon confirmed the time for the transaction.

“Brother Ting, I’ll go start the car…”

Sheng Ting gazed in the direction where the others had gone: “You go first.”

“Brother Ting?”

Sheng Ting waved them off, indicating they should leave, and he walked inside.

–

Chuzheng walked through the crowd, and the hallway became much quieter.

The area in front of her suddenly darkened.

A tall man blocked her way: “Zhenzhen.”

“…” I’m still pretending! Who’s your Zhenzhen, shouting randomly!

“What are you doing here? Is this a place you should be?” the man bombarded her with a string of questions.

Chuzheng looked up, her icy eyes staring straight at him: “So where should I go? The cage you’ve prepared for me?”

“Zhenzhen, come back with me.” Sheng Ting’s tone left no room for refusal.

He reached out to grab Chuzheng.

Today, he must bring her back.

Chuzheng gritted her teeth; it seemed the beating last time wasn’t painful enough.

“Sir, please do not harass our Miss.”

A bodyguard immediately stepped between Chuzheng and Sheng Ting, shielding Chuzheng behind him.

Chuzheng glanced toward the restroom behind her.

“Move aside!” Sheng Ting was radiating a ferocious aura, the pent-up anger of recent days fully ignited.

“Sir…”

Sheng Ting kicked at the nearest bodyguard.

Though the bodyguard was trained, he was no match for Sheng Ting.

But as Sheng Ting was entangled with the bodyguard, he didn’t notice Chuzheng, who had gotten her hands on a fire extinguisher and deftly knocked the man out.

Bodyguard: “…”

Chuzheng kicked Sheng Ting.

“Bring him inside.” Chuzheng ordered her men to carry Sheng Ting into the restroom behind them, stripped him clean, and threw him into the toilet.

Chuzheng instructed the bodyguard to fetch something to seal the door.

Bodyguard: “…”

The boss is ruthless.

“Pfft…”

As soon as the bodyguard left, a light laugh, hearty and pleasant, emerged from the back stall.

The teenager in the black trench coat stepped out from the compartment.

His sleeves were rolled up slightly, hands in his pockets, and the coat swept back behind him, revealing his long, straight legs.

The youth had an exceptionally bright and beautiful face.

It was dazzling, strikingly good-looking in a way that went straight to the heart.

Wherever he stood, the restroom seemed to instantly climb several notches in class.

With a shallow smile and eyes slightly curved, he gave off a very harmless impression.

Chuzheng’s gaze swept over him, then she retracted it.

“Little sister, this is the men’s room.” The youth said with a smirk, “Seems like you’re in the wrong place.”

“Is there a sign outside saying women can’t enter?” Chuzheng rebutted earnestly.

The youth raised an eyebrow, “It’s common sense, or are you saying, little sister, that you have some kind of peculiar hobby?”

“None of your business.”

The youth walked over, moving slowly, each step as if on a red carpet, emanating a bright, brilliant light.

He stopped at the sink and pulled his hands out of his pockets, placing them under the faucet.

His long, fair hands were immersed in water, washing back and forth.

After drying his hands, the water from the automatic faucet ceased, and the restroom fell silent again.

He grabbed a paper towel from the side to dry his hands.

On his wrist was a watch, obviously expensive from its design.

Crumpling the paper towel into a ball, he tossed it accurately into the bin and then smiled at Chuzheng, “Aren’t you afraid of Sheng Ting retaliating for throwing him in here?”

Chuzheng looked him over, “Do you know him?”

The youth glanced at the compartment where Chuzheng had flung someone, “Know him? Of course.”

In the end, he leaned slightly towards Chuzheng, “The Sheng Family is quite notorious.”

“Not afraid.”

The youth seemed taken aback, then seemed to realize that Chuzheng was answering his earlier question.

He parted his lips to speak, but suddenly, the restroom lights went out.

The entire restroom plunged into darkness.

Before Chuzheng could pull out her phone, her body was suddenly embraced.

Chuzheng used a swift move to flip the person over, pinning him onto the sink, “Looking for death?”

The person underneath her didn’t react at all, but Chuzheng could feel the hand pressing down on hers trembling.

Chuzheng: “???”

Chuzheng fished out her phone, touched the screen, and looked at the person on the sink.

The youth’s delicate, bright face was utterly pale, his eyes and brows still carrying a hint of immaturity, his lashes quivering.

Was he afraid?

The youth’s eyes were tightly shut, as if he were choking for breath.

Chuzheng: “…”

He seemed so spirited just now.

How did the lights going out seem like a matter of life and death?

Chuzheng let go of him, and the youth immediately clung to her arm. Chuzheng looked oddly at the hand holding her arm.

It took a while for Chuzheng to say, “Let go.”

The youth, as if he hadn’t heard, held tightly onto her arm.

The restroom lights flickered twice, then lit up again.

The youth opened his eyes, his chest heaving rapidly a couple of times.

Realizing the position he was in holding Chuzheng, he retreated quickly as if shocked.

His expression was a bit strange, his voice slightly hoarse after a moment, “Sorry.”

A touch of ferocity gleamed in the youth’s eyes, adding an edge to his bright face.

Color slowly returned to his pale face and his breathing normalized.

He looked down at his watch, his peripheral vision sweeping over Chuzheng, then left the restroom without another word.