Chapter 117: Lin Haocheng working as a driver for a rich second‑generation heir unexpectedly encounters Lin Meng at a small‑island vi

Ye Heng said with a smile:

"Thank you, Lin Meng, but you've given us plenty of supplies; even taking just one would make the district's citizens envious. This time I plan to take some seasonings; those citizens will surely like them."

Lin Meng nodded and didn't ask further.

Before Ye Heng's shelter was expanded, the supplies she gave were indeed enough to sustain them for a long time.

But once he successfully upgraded the shelter and took in more dust civilians, she would need to provide more supplies.

The friends in both spaces temporarily no longer needed her help, so Lin Meng decided to enjoy herself these few days.

It was her first time being rich, and she wasn't very practiced yet.

But as she spent money, she started to become extravagant.

Now she can casually swipe tens of thousands without blinking.

The feeling of spending money like dirt is intoxicating, but at the same time it secretly makes Lin Meng uneasy.

She clearly isn't someone who loves spending money, yet she can become unrestrained due to sudden wealth.

Fortunately, her shopping desire is only temporary, and she only spends to satisfy herself; she never overconsumes for others' eyes.

That day, the sunshine was excellent; Lin Meng purchased the last batch of living supplies, planning to spend a few days in seclusion like Ye Fan to experience the true life of a cultivator.

After putting the shopping bags from the car back into the villa, Lin Meng drove off again.

A few days earlier, the batch of consecrated ingots she had ordered for her grandfather had been stacked ready; the grandmothers called several times, urging her to pick them up.

This time her grandfather not only wanted money, but also specifically told her to find someone to chant sutras.

From those old ladies she learned that burning the consecrated ingots as paper money has many meanings, but they are mostly beneficial to the living, which can be considered a good thought.

She asked about the deceased couple.

One of the old ladies joked:

"Those ingots that have been sutra-chanted are definitely more expensive to burn."

Upon hearing that, Lin Meng had some thoughts, reflecting that her grandfather had chased youthful trends while alive, borrowing five million, showing he was a tough guy.

If he ended up down there, would he borrow money again?

Otherwise, the paper money burned would always be spent quickly, which doesn't make sense.

Is there loan sharking down there?

Lin Meng felt uneasy, thinking that next time she meets her grandfather in a dream, she must get to the bottom of it.

If her grandfather refuses to speak, she'll make him swear a poisonous oath never to take loan sharking below, nor pick up any bad habits.

Putting those thoughts aside, Lin Meng stepped on the accelerator and drove off.

Lin Haocheng was driving a newly acquainted rich second‑generation heir, speaking flatteringly, when halfway he suddenly saw a familiar car, his whole body jerked, and he hastily hit the brakes.

The sudden stop angered the rich heir in the back seat.

"Lin Haocheng, I fuck your grandfather! Can't you drive? If you can't, get lost!"

Lin Haocheng then realized, turning his head and apologizing repeatedly.

"Sorry, Young Master Dong, I thought I just saw my cousin, so I hit the brakes."

The rich heir Dong Jiaxu seemed to have heard some huge joke and burst out laughing.

"What are you saying? You say you saw your sister here? Hahaha, Lin Haocheng, do you boast without a draft? Your ancestors eighteen generations combined couldn't afford a house here!"

Lin Haocheng cursed that rich heir in his heart; if it weren't for his failed business and his attempt to seek investment from second‑ and third‑generation rich, he wouldn't bother looking at these pretentious show‑offs.

"What's there to be arrogant about? If you're capable, earn your own money instead of just relying on family!"

Lin Haocheng considered himself different from those second‑generation heirs; although he also relied on family money to get a chance, he had started a business, only that it failed……

Suppressing his anger, Lin Haocheng thought again of the flashing Mercedes‑Benz; that hurried glance, he seemed to indeed see someone who looked very much like Lin Meng in the driver's seat.

"Young Master Dong, I'm being serious—my cousin somehow hooked up with a married man and became his mistress, receiving a car and a house; maybe she came here to meet her lover."

"In that Mercedes just now, it really seemed to be my cousin sitting inside; why don't you help me inquire? Our Lin family has produced such a disgrace; I ought to manage her for my uncle and aunt."

Lin Haocheng's righteous‑sounding words casually painted Lin Meng as a scheming woman who wants something for nothing.

Dong Jiaxu perked up at once.

"Is your cousin pretty?"

Lin Haocheng: "Beautiful! I'm not bragging; if she entered the entertainment industry, all female stars would have to make way for her!"

Although Lin Haocheng didn't want to admit it, he had to say that Lin Meng indeed gave a unique impression; her looks were beyond question, but claiming she outshone the whole entertainment industry was somewhat exaggerated.

But her demeanor was the most distinctive among everyone he had seen.

Dong Jiaxu's eyes lit up; he finally sat up straight, leaning forward.

"Do you have a photo?"

Lin Haocheng thought, then pulled out a side‑profile photo from his phone, which he had secretly taken.

Even so, Dong Jiaxu could tell at a glance that she was a great beauty.

"You really do have such a gorgeous sister—why haven't you introduced her to me?"

Lin Haocheng thought, "Oh no," he didn't want Lin Meng to snag such a big bargain, so he quickly said:

"Young Master Dong, she's utterly unworthy of you; she's a ruined good, possibly someone's mistress for some old man—would you even stoop to that?"

Dong Jiaxu: "That's also true; I, as the elder brother, still value morality, and mistresses get the death penalty in my book."

"Alright, tell me your cousin's name; I'll have someone look into it later."

Lin Haocheng gave Dong Jiaxu Lin Meng's name, then stepped on the accelerator, feeling much better.

That glance earlier was definitely not mistaken; the person in that car was Lin Meng!

But he couldn't believe Lin Meng could own a house here.

The outermost villa here costs three hundred million; even if Lin Meng really had money to afford a Mercedes, she could absolutely not afford a villa.

Lin Meng still didn't know that she had already been ruined in reputation by Lin Haocheng, that bastard.

She took back the consecrated ingots, and that evening in the courtyard she burned all of them.

After settling grandfather's spirit tablet, Lin Meng went to sleep early.

I had thought grandfather would send her a dream last night, but there was none.

After washing up and having breakfast, Lin Meng planned to first bathe in the morning light on the rooftop terrace, and meanwhile meditate and cultivate for a while.

Who would have thought the doorbell rang—it was Ye Chenjing.

The moment the door opened, Ye Chenjing caught sight of a charcoal brazier in the courtyard, inside which lay a thick layer of silver-gray ash, apparently tin foil.

Combining with the smell he had detected last night, he knew Lin Meng had burned paper money again.

His villa happened to be downwind last night; upon smelling the odor he immediately looked over here, and ended up seeing the firelight.

He originally intended to come over to investigate, but after confirming it wasn't a fire, he hesitated and ultimately decided not to disturb, lest Lin Meng dislike it.

He had previously investigated and discovered that Lin Meng had bought large amounts of paper money more than once; now that she's at the villa and burning it again, is there some explanation?

"You… you burned paper money last night?"