As noon struck, Long Aotian miraculously recovered.
The stomach pain vanished, and though he still felt weak, the relentless diarrhea had finally stopped.
He stepped out of the suburban villa, where a sleek, brand-new Audi RS7 awaited him.
Hua Xuening, his guard, stood with her sword clasped in a respectful salute. "Young Master, everything is arranged."
Long Aotian straightened up, glancing at the car. "This Young Master is keeping a low profile for now. To maximize the impact of my face-slapping comeback, I need to blend in as an ordinary nobody. The flashier the reveal later, the better. Change the car—something as understated as possible."
Hua Xuening blinked. "Yes, sir."
A few minutes later, Long Aotian stared at the vehicle before him, rubbing his chin in deep thought.
"Xuening."
"Young Master."
"This is the car you found for me?"
"Yes, sir."
Long Aotian felt like he might spit blood in frustration.
Was this even a car? It was a tractor!
A rickety, diesel-powered tractor, no less.
"This thing…" he started.
Hua Xuening piped up, "Young Master, this is a Fengshou-brand tractor, diesel-powered, full of raw energy. It's low-key, simple, rustic, and tasteless—perfectly matching your requirements."
Long Aotian glared at her. "Are you seriously this clueless? Get me something else."
"There's nothing else."
"Nothing else? Xuening, my schedule's packed today. We're running out of time!"
Long Aotian was fuming. "Fine, this'll do. It's just a mode of transport."
"Please, Young Master, start the vehicle yourself!"
"How… do I even start this thing?"
"There's a crank handle here. Insert it into the ignition slot and vigorously turn the lever until the tractor roars to life and practically jumps."
Long Aotian's face darkened as he began cranking the tractor. He'd never done this before and resorted to brute force, while Hua Xuening coached from the side.
"Young Master, keep applying steady force—don't stop!"
"You're almost there, Young Master, it's about to start!"
"Swing your arms harder, Young Master. Give it everything you've got!"
"Young Master, you're a god among men! Let me take over!"
Long Aotian sat on the tractor, jolted so hard it felt like his organs might leap out of his mouth.
"Where the hell did you find this piece of junk?"
The engine's roar was deafening, forcing them to shout.
Hua Xuening yelled, "I bought it from a farmer for a bargain—ninety thousand!"
Long Aotian shouted back, "Ninety thousand for this junk?"
"Young Master, calm down—it's about to rain!"
"Where's the button for the soft top?"
"Young Master, you're overthinking it. This is a tractor—no top, hard or soft!"
Long Aotian was livid. "It's about to rain! What now?"
"Young Master, I have a plan."
"Spit it out!"
"Endure it."
Long Aotian nearly exploded. "Damn it, good thing it's just a drizzle. How far are we from the city? A few raindrops won't hurt."
No sooner had he spoken than a thunderclap roared, and a torrential downpour drenched them both, turning them into soaked rats.
Long Aotian, dripping wet and shivering, clung to the steering wheel as the tractor's vibrations rattled his already uneasy stomach. His entire body shook like a leaf.
"Damn it! I've been cursed with bad luck since yesterday. I refuse to believe it'll keep getting worse!"
Hua Xuening called out, "Young Master, please don't jinx it!"
"Jinx? What could possibly be worse than this?"
"Young Master, watch out—there's a manure pit ahead!"
"What!?"
"Young Master, Xuening will go first!"
"Wha—damn it!"
Boom!
Long Aotian crashed into the manure pit, gagging from the stench.
Hua Xuening shouted from the bank, "Young Master, get out of the pit quickly!"
Long Aotian roared, "Help me! My leg's pinned under this damn tractor!"
"Young Master, the tractor's worthless—abandon it! Your noble self shouldn't linger in a manure pit. Make a decision!"
"I said my leg's pinned! Move the tractor!"
"Young Master, please climb out!"
"The tractor's pinning my leg! Move it! Move it!"
Hua Xuening looked sheepish. "Why didn't you say so earlier?"
"Move it!"
"You should've said!"
"Move the damn thing!"
"Why didn't you mention it sooner?"
Meanwhile, Lu Chengwen had enjoyed a refreshing nap.
Waking up, he began to ponder life.
He couldn't just coast along, waiting for the end, could he?
There was no escaping his fate, so he had to stay and figure out how to navigate the chaotic plot.
To handle such a convoluted storyline, he needed sharp mental clarity, robust stamina, boundless energy, and a positive, upbeat mindset.
And so, well, indulging in a bit of wealth and luxury was absolutely necessary!
Jiang Shihan trailed behind him.
Two attendants flung open the double doors of a massive wardrobe.
The decadence of the filthy rich was unimaginable!
The wardrobe stretched over ten meters deep.
On the left, rows of meticulously organized high-end clothing filled the cabinets, sorted by season and hung with precision.
On the right, a dazzling array of shoes—dress shoes, sneakers, casual shoes, beach sandals.
One cabinet housed over a hundred luxury watches, more extravagant than a high-end boutique.
Another held an assortment of accessories: cufflinks, designer belts, solid gold rings, premium sunglasses…
Lu Chengwen glanced around and turned to Jiang Shihan. "Donate all the clothes and shoes."
"All of them?"
"Every last one."
He continued, "Tell my image consultant immediately: starting today, I'm changing my style. No more gaudy nonsense."
"What style do you want, Mr. Lu?"
"Proper aristocratic attire. Think British business elite—like James Bond. Tailored suits, Italian leather shoes, a classic watch, crisp white shirts."
"Understood. I'll coordinate with the design team."
"Also, buy me a few cars."
"What kind of sports cars, Young Master?"
"No sports cars. One sedan, one SUV—both understated and sophisticated. And swap the business car for a sleek, black, high-end model."
"Got it."
"Find me a new villa, closer to the city. Something with artistic taste, not some tacky nouveau-riche gold-plated monstrosity."
"Yes, sir."
Lu Chengwen grinned, pleased with himself. "Get it done quickly."
"Yes, sir."
Zhao Gang, standing nearby, chuckled. "Young Master Lu, what's this about?"
"Zhao Gang, from now on, call me Mr. Lu. 'Young Master' is a family title—I don't like it. I'm a man of business now. Mr. Lu."
"Yes, Mr. Lu."
Zhao Gang might be rough around the edges, but he was sharp as a tack. When it came to flattery, he was a master, embodying the loyal, bootlicking sidekick.
Of course, if he were truly brainless, Lu Chengwen would've kicked him to the curb long ago.
You don't get to be a lackey for a tycoon without some serious skills.
With arrangements in place, Lu Chengwen said, "Back to the group. We're holding a meeting today."
In the car, Lu Chengwen sipped champagne, feeling on top of the world.
The two-million-yuan business car was built for comfort, with plush boss chairs.
Legs crossed, champagne in hand, he gazed at the stunning Jiang Shihan across from him, utterly content.
Today, Jiang Shihan wore a tight, short skirt and nude stockings, as per his instructions.
She was breathtaking.
The more he looked, the more captivating she became.
With her bold brows and striking eyes, she somehow gave off the vibe of a vulnerable, put-upon underdog.
The contrast was dangerously alluring.
It was like… well, like a certain actress.
Tall, long-legged, sexy, poised, commanding—yet always carrying the air of a wounded bird, practically begging to be dominated, controlled, claimed.
Leng Qingqiu was regal and composed, Xu Xuejiao lively and cute, Chen Mengyun steady and refined…
But only Jiang Shihan ignited a primal urge to conquer. She made you want to tease her, to dominate her, as if not doing so left an unquenchable fire in your chest.
Her beauty wasn't just skin-deep; it was her unique, raw, almost animalistic allure—a magnetic pull that was one in a million.
Lu Chengwen made up his mind.
[No way. I need to get this woman out of my life ASAP.]
[This can't go on. No normal guy could handle this. And I'm not just any guy—I'm her boss. She's so used to obeying me, if I tried anything, she probably wouldn't resist, especially for her mother's sake.]
That was the terrifying part.
Most people don't do bad things because they lack the means, opportunity, or guts.
Lu Chengwen had all three. He was terrified that one day he'd cross a line, fueled by reckless bravado.
And when that happened, the story's protagonist would be coming for him.
Jiang Shihan was panicking.
What? I've been working so hard, and Mr. Lu wants to get rid of me?
Can't handle it? Then don't!
I know you're a good guy, that you care about me. I'm your secretary—boss and secretary… isn't that normal?
Oh no, what am I thinking? I used to be a proper, virtuous girl! If I'd wanted to go down that road, I would've done it ages ago.
What's wrong with me today? Am I actually thinking about seducing my boss?
Both were lost in their thoughts when the car screeched to a halt.
Caught off guard, Lu Chengwen spilled his champagne all over Jiang Shihan's chest.
He panicked, reaching to wipe it off. "Sorry, sorry! What kind of driving is this—"
Jiang Shihan froze, flustered. "Boss, it's fine… I… don't… Boss, stop it… You're so annoying… You don't need to pinch, it's not like my chest is soaked…"
Lu Chengwen realized his mistake and yanked his hand back. "Sorry, sorry! I didn't mean to—the wine, my hand, none of it was intentional."
To shift the awkwardness, he snapped, "Zhao Gang, what the hell kind of driving was that?"
Zhao Gang replied, "Mr. Lu, some tractor's blocking the road. I'll go give him a piece of my mind."
While Lu Chengwen and Jiang Shihan fumbled with apologies and clothing adjustments, Zhao Gang stepped out and saw who it was.
Long Aotian!
Zhao Gang stormed over. "Well, damn! Look who it is! You blind or what? Can't see the car? Do you know how much this thing costs? One scratch, and selling you wouldn't cover it!"
Long Aotian fixed Zhao Gang with a cold stare, a smirk curling his lips. "Oh? Lu Chengwen's lapdog?"
Zhao Gang laughed. "Damn right! Good eye!"
Long Aotian paused. "Was I complimenting you? Have some shame!"
Zhao Gang was about to retothorax when he caught a whiff. "What the hell? Why do you stink? Did you fall in a manure pit?"
Long Aotian's mouth twitched. This guy a fortune-teller on the side?
Inside the car, Lu Chengwen, still wiping champagne off Jiang Shihan's chest, looked up and froze. Holy crap! Long Aotian!? The main hero!?
He's out already!?
And Zhao Gang was out there, recklessly insulting him.
Lu Chengwen tossed the tissue to Jiang Shihan. "Wipe it yourself."
"Mr. Lu, help me… I… Hey?"
Lu Chengwen flung open the door and shouted, "Stop! Please spare my life!"
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