Fatty Wang, you've got the makings of a piglet!

After leaving Guihe City, Zhou Ran didn't rush to Chen Ya's place, but instead hailed a taxi.

"Master, to Majuqiao."

Half an hour later, Zhou Ran, dressed in a 160,000 RMB Brioni haute couture suit, sat on the smoky curb.

Across from him sat a fat man who seemed to be a gas cylinder, gnawing on a kidney with his mouth dripping with oil.

This man is called Wang Yulin, nicknamed Fatty Wang. He is Zhou Ran's childhood friend, and they grew up together.

Fatty Wang has a three-square-meter counter in the electronics market, where he specializes in repairing mobile phones and computers, and also works part-time recovering various "accidentally" deleted data.

The chat logs between Zhao Tao and Su Xiaoxiao were obtained by this guy yesterday after hacking into Su Xiaoxiao's cloud account.

"Holy crap, Ran-ge, did you rob a bank or sell your ass?"

Fatty Wang's eyes, as big as mung beans, widened in surprise. His greasy hands wanted to touch Zhou Ran's suit but hesitated.

"This material looks even smoother than my polyester underwear."

"Pretty much, I found a rich woman."

Zhou Ran didn't shy away from it and picked up a skewer of grilled chives and took a bite.

"puff--"

"Ran-ge! You've finally become the kind of person you hate!"

Fatty Wang nearly choked on his kidneys, then gulped down a mouthful of draft beer, gave a thumbs up, and

"Awesome! If I had your face, I would have already bought a luxury apartment on Tiangong-1!"

He leaned closer, winking and making faces.

"Which rich woman are you talking about?"

How big?

"If the rich woman has a best friend, remember to give her brother a WeChat contact."

Even at eighty years old and weighing 400 pounds, I could still do it! I really don't want to work at this lousy mobile phone shop anymore.

Zhou Ran smiled but didn't respond.

He pulled a stack of brand-new banknotes, worth at least 20,000 yuan, from the inside pocket of his suit and slapped it on the greasy folding table.

"Take this money, thanks for yesterday."

Fatty Wang disappeared with a grin, the meat skewer in his hand hanging in mid-air, his face darkening.

"Zhou Ran, what do you mean?"

This is money you've earned bit by bit, and I'm taking it, brother? What the hell does that say?

"I only helped you out of loyalty because I saw you were disgusted by that scumbag couple!"

"Are you trying to throw money at me? Do you think I'm some kind of prostitute like Su Xiaoxiao?"

Zhou Ran pushed the money towards him, her tone indifferent.

"Your brother here earns his money with his head held high."

Fatty Wang slammed his hand on the table and gave a thumbs-up again.

"Ran-ge, you're truly a fitness coach; you can even lick it while holding it up!!"

Zhou Ran took a swig of beer and was completely speechless.

This guy is great in every way, except for his mouth, which is fucking disgusting.

"I know your mother needs money for dialysis, and the rent for your shop is about to expire."

I was poor before and couldn't help, but now that things are a bit better, why are you being so polite with me?

Upon hearing this, Fatty Wang's eyes reddened.

His lips trembled slightly, but he didn't say anything sentimental. He grabbed the money, stuffed it into his pocket, and picked up his wine glass.

"Hold!"

"It's all in the wine!"

The two clinked glasses and drank it all in one gulp.

"By the way, Ran-ge."

Fatty Wang wiped his mouth and lowered his voice.

"That Su Xiaoxiao is no pushover."

When I was recovering her data that day, I discovered that not only was she having an affair with Zhao Tao, but she had also joined several WeChat groups called "Yacht Clubs," and the content of their conversations...

Tsk tsk, it's an eyesore.

You absolutely mustn't be foolish enough to go back to your old ways; this kind of woman is ruthless.

Zhou Ran poured himself a beer and gave a cold laugh.

"Even if she died in front of me now, I wouldn't blink an eye."

"That's good."

Fatty Wang chuckled, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth.

"Going to the rich woman's house to 'work overtime' tonight?"

"Then eat a couple more kidneys to replenish your strength, so you don't embarrass your brothers by having weak legs later."

"Hold!"

Zhou Ran laughed and scolded, and the two clinked glasses and exchanged toasts.

It wasn't until late at night, when the cool night breeze dispelled the smell of barbecue on my clothes.

As Zhou Ran supported the half-drunk Fatty Wang, he silently asked himself a question.

"Old Deng, what do you think of my buddy's potential? Is he a prodigy?"

"Fairy Seed?"

With all that fat and flab, it looks like a piglet!

Even if I were to devour him, I'd be scrambling for a piece of garlic on the ground!

Zhou Ran: ......

......

Meanwhile, a black Mercedes-Benz G63 sped along the riverside road.

The air pressure inside the car was so low it was suffocating.

The veins on the back of Zhao Tao's hand, gripping the steering wheel, bulged out.

The shame he felt during the day, like a venomous snake, continued to gnaw at his nerves.

"Brother Tao..."

Su Xiaoxiao sat in the passenger seat and spoke softly.

"Don't be too angry. Zhou Ran, that good-for-nothing, just got lucky for a while..."

"Shut up!"

Zhao Tao slammed his hand on the steering wheel, and the G63 drew an S-shape on the road.

"Good luck?"

Was he just lucky?

That's a black card! I begged my mom for three years and she wouldn't give it to me, and she just handed it off to that gigolo!

Zhao Tao grew angrier as he spoke, staring at Su Xiaoxiao with bloodshot eyes.

"And you! Ever since I got together with you, I haven't had a single smooth day!"

First, he got beaten up by that kid, and today he made a fool of himself in the mall.

I think you're a jinx!

Su Xiaoxiao's face turned deathly pale, and her whole body trembled.

She knew Zhao Tao's temperament all too well; he was a spoiled brat who would turn on you without a second thought.

If Zhao Tao really gets tired of her, not only will her dream of marrying into a wealthy family be shattered, but she will also have to go back to her rented apartment with a mountain of debt, and she might even lose her original job.

She cannot lose, much less be kicked out.

Su Xiaoxiao gritted her teeth and unbuckled her seatbelt.

"What are you doing? Looking for death?"

Zhao Tao cursed angrily.

She simply looked at Zhao Tao with tears in her eyes, her gaze filled with a mixture of grievance and allure, appearing pitiful and vulnerable.

She slowly bent down and stopped in front of the Hermes belt worth tens of thousands of yuan.

Zhao Tao was taken aback, and the car gradually slowed down, eventually stopping under the shade of a tree by the roadside.

Five minutes later, Zhao Tao leaned back in his seat and let out a long sigh.

The violent aura on his face had dissipated considerably, replaced by a sense of satisfaction in control of everything.

He reached out and pressed Su Xiaoxiao's head down forcefully.

"You're smart to know what's good for you."

Zhao Tao lit a cigarette and coldly watched Su Xiaoxiao wiping her mouth with a tissue.

"As long as you behave and serve me well, you'll get your share of the benefits."

But if you dare treat me the way you treated Zhou Ran, I'll kill you.

Su Xiaoxiao forced a fawning smile, suppressing the churning in her stomach.

"Don't worry, Brother Tao, I will only love you in this life."

That Zhou Ran isn't even worthy of carrying my shoes.

"Hmph, that's for sure."

Zhao Tao exhaled a smoke ring, a sinister glint in his eyes.

"Let's go back to the company and find my dad!"

"I'll make sure he dies a horrible death!"

……

Late at night, the chairman's office at Hongyuan Group was brightly lit.

Zhao Shijiang stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the night view of Jiangcheng, the cigar in his hand already half burned.

After listening to Zhao Tao's embellished and tearful account, this seasoned businessman, who had been navigating the business world for thirty years, turned so gloomy his face could drip water.

"You mean, Chen Ya not only gave him money, but also gave him that unlimited credit card?"

Zhao Shijiang turned around, his voice so flat it was unsettling.

"Absolutely true!"

"Dad, you didn't see how arrogant that pretty boy was. He even made me call him..."

Zhao Tao gritted his teeth, unable to utter the last word.

"You'll call me 'Dad,' right?"

Zhao Shijiang sneered, then stubbed out his cigar in the crystal ashtray.

"Chen Ya, you're really slapping me in the face."

"Over the years, I have always yielded to her, and I want to remarry her and take over Yazhu Real Estate."

"And what's worse, she sent some greenhorn to disgust me."

"Dad, what should we do?"

"You can't really expect me to go and toast him tomorrow night, can you?"

Zhao Tao said urgently.