Chapter 133

Lin Haocheng walked miserably on the road, his upper half soaked by muddy water drying in the wind, his hair becoming hard and rough, his clothes also filthy.

Passing the guard booth by the side path, even the guard inside sympathized with him.

Since arriving in Jing Shi, after squandering all the money his parents gave him, he even sold his own car.

Originally relying on his silver tongue and daring, sycophantic nature, he got along well in the rich second‑generation circle.

He often managed to become their driver lackey, so he didn't need to buy a car himself, and every few days could switch to various luxury cars, which also satisfied his vanity.

He often took advantage when the car owner wasn't looking, stealing the sports car to go show off wealth, occasionally picking up some beauties, but so far he has never swindled any investment.

Originally, Dong Jiaxu, the sole heir of the third generation of the Dong family, was his next target.

This third‑generation scion, because he usually behaved well, didn't squander money, and spent cautiously, actually led the family to loosen its financial control over him.

Lin Haocheng originally thought that after coaxing him, he would find ways to get him to invest.

Who knew, today this perfect plan was actually ruined by Lin Meng.

That Dong Jiaxu somehow ended up, though he'd only said he wanted to watch the fun, instead kicked Lin Meng, showing he's not a good sort either.

And Lin Meng, a cheap slut, relies only on her slight beauty.

Wait until her looks fade or she's disfigured, then see how she'll still lure men!

The more Lin Haocheng thought, the angrier he grew, the darkness in his heart nearly devouring his reason.

But just then, a phone call came in.

Lin Haocheng picked up his phone and saw it was his father, inexplicably feeling irritated.

At times like these, Lin Haocheng repeatedly thinks darkly in his heart: why wasn't I born in Rome, why must I be a child of the Lin family?

His mother is just a rural woman with no career, only knowing household gossip, everywhere bragging, spending the money his father earns.

And though his father earns more than ordinary township entrepreneurs, what does that matter?

A mere few million in savings, in Jing Shi where the rich are everywhere, is nothing.

More importantly, the family business is extremely disreputable; since entering puberty he rarely mentions to outsiders what his family does, only saying they're rich, never daring to tell others that his father runs a sand‑transport and fish‑farm operation, making a fortune from hauling sand and selling fish.

At this critical juncture, Lin Jianyang's phone call only made Lin Haocheng's anger worse.

He answered the call and impatiently said to Lin Jianyang:

"Anything?"

Lin Jianyang's blood pressure had already spiked from Lin Meng's photo and a few lines; hearing this ungrateful son speak to him so rudely made him explode.

"You little bastard, you've rebelled! Dare to talk to me like that!"

Lin Jianyang's voice is naturally loud; in his fury he nearly pierced Lin Haocheng's eardrums.

Lin Haocheng instantly shrank like a castrated rooster, pulling his neck back, and muttered resentfully:

"Dad, I I just didn't notice it was your call."

Lin Jianyang grew angrier, directly blurting out that Lin Meng had complained, and glared at Lin Haocheng demanding an answer.

"Is what she said true? How exactly have you been getting along in Jing Shi? Weren't you supposed to be in the development stage, having secured some Jing Shi key protected project? Show me your results!"

Those were all Lin Haocheng's bragging to his parents; the project is surely fake.

He stammered, hating Lin Meng to death in his heart.

He felt that his earlier eyelid twitch was an omen, and indeed something happened.

After fabricating a long lie, Lin Haocheng temporarily pacified Lin Jianyang.

After hanging up, Lin Haocheng stood there cursing Lin Meng viciously for three minutes.

What angers him even more is that Lin Meng owns a hundred‑million‑level mansion here, yet he cannot tell his parents.

First, he fears that if his parents find out they'll come looking for Lin Meng, exposing his situation in Jing Shi.

Second, he really doesn't want word of Lin Meng's mansion purchase to spread, because then by comparison he'd look utterly useless.

Lin Haocheng's hatred is such that he wishes he had a cursed mouth that could curse Lin Meng to death!

The next evening, Lin Meng received Ye Chenjing's message early and waited at the villa for him to pick her up.

Ye Chenjing appeared punctually at the door, also holding a shopping bag.

"Change into this; although it's a blessing ceremony and one shouldn't be overly ostentatious, what you're wearing now isn't suitable."

Lin Meng lowered her head to look at her little outfit; although not a brand, it still had some design sense.

She pursed her lips, took the bag from Ye Chenjing's hand, unwilling but still prepared to go upstairs to change.

She still can't adapt to such aristocratic events, but since she has to attend, she might as well be somewhat presentable—no harm done.

The little outfit Ye Chenjing gave her is also a dress, but in both design and fabric it is far superior to the clothes in her own wardrobe.

The black knee‑length skirt is adorned with tiny beadwork and pink diamonds, elegant yet with a hint of playful liveliness.

The neckline is matched with sheer gauze, exposing a moderate amount of skin; once worn it fits perfectly, as if tailor‑made for her.

Lin Meng, while marveling at Ye Chenjing's eye, admired herself in the mirror.

Since taking the beauty‑preserving pill and guiding qi into her body to begin cultivating immortality, her beauty and demeanor have indeed improved greatly.

If she weren't used to seeing her own face, she could hardly believe it; saying she's been reborn is no exaggeration.

After thinking, Lin Meng took out cosmetics, lightly applied makeup, then hurried downstairs.

Ye Chenjing waited patiently on the sofa; hearing footsteps, he instinctively looked up.

The next second, his breath caught, his heart raced uncontrollably, and if you looked closely you could see the slight flutter of his nostrils quicken as well.

Ye Chenjing was utterly stunned by Lin Meng's beauty, losing his composure until she walked up to him, covered her mouth and smiled:

"How? Am I bewitching you?"

Ye Chenjing came to his senses, unconsciously lowering his head; the exposed neck and ear tips had already flushed faintly.

Lin Meng saw through but said nothing, quite pleased with Ye Chenjing's reaction.

She felt this was the normal reaction anyone should have—just like her, upon seeing a handsome guy she'd glance a few extra times.

If the other person completely matches my aesthetic, it's not impossible to be a little naughty in private.

Who hasn't had a moment of blushing and a racing heart?

"Come on, let's go check out this blessing ceremony."

"You say these Daoists are really something—why not hold the blessing in broad daylight when the sunshine is perfect and yang energy is at its strongest? Insisting on doing it at night."

Lin Meng complained while walking out.

Ye Chenjing touched the tip of his nose and followed at a leisurely pace.

The girl chattered on ahead, her voice clear and lively, like a delicate black swan, beautiful enough to make one unable to look away.

The dress was his choice, but it still falls short of suiting her.

This time we're pressed for time, so we can only make do; next time he will surely find a world‑top designer to personally make her a princess dress worthy of her.