Did something happen in Chapter 84?

Liu Dong immediately found an excuse, hopped on his tricycle, and creaked and groaned his way toward the street corner.

Same old spot—under the sycamore trees along the North Riverbank.

He glanced around, pulled a hot bun from his pocket, and shoved it into his hand: "Eat quickly! Don't let Jia Dongxu see!"

Qin Huairu's eyes reddened, and she reached out to take it, her fingertips trembling.

"Do you remember that abandoned electrical box at the entrance of our compound, the one with the wooden casing?"

"The one to the left of the main gate?" She nodded.

"Yes! From now on, go open it every night after eight o'clock—I put food in there every day."

"I don't care about quantity, I just want my child to have more oily and juicy food."

Before she could finish speaking, he got into his car and drove off, giving her no chance to refuse.

Regardless of whether he had feelings for her or not, Liu Dong couldn't pretend to be blind to the fact that she was carrying his child.

I went back to my room, lay down on the bed, closed my eyes, but tossed and turned, my heart pounding in my chest.

This isn't a solution.

It's not a long-term solution for Qin Huairu to stay at the Jia family's house.

Besides—that's his own flesh and blood, and he'll really grow up with the surname "Jia"?

Nope!

Things have to change.

But... in this day and age, it's a new society that values ​​rules and reputation.

He married Chen Xueru through proper channels, so how could there be any more marriage contract?

If you get close to Qin Huairu, you'll be targeted sooner or later. At best, you'll be subjected to a public denunciation meeting; at worst, you'll be paraded through the streets wearing a dunce cap.

The truth will eventually come out.

In ancient times, taking a concubine or keeping a mistress wouldn't have been a big deal...

Hey!

"Bang!"

He slapped his forehead and sat up abruptly—a thought exploded in his mind: Hong Kong!

Yup!

How could I have forgotten this place?

Sending Qin Huairu to Hong Kong will solve everything!

I went there once when I was doing crude oil business with the Russians, but I haven't been back since.

Looking back now, that place was the real way to survive.

Anyway, it's a holiday, so I might as well just relax!

How about we go out for a walk?

Find a deserted wilderness and get to work!

--boom!!!

With a push of his feet, Liu Dong shot into the sky, tearing through the clouds and bursting through the atmosphere like a shooting star streaking across the dark void. After flying for a while, he turned back, darting into the clouds above Hong Kong before swooping down again—

The flames crackled and exploded, engulfing him in scorching flames, and he crashed into the waters off the coast of Hong Kong like a fireball.

A few minutes later, he walked onto the beach, still wet, and shook the water off his hair.

He owns a house in Hong Kong, a "trophy" he acquired while selling oil last time.

The story begins when the buyer, wanting to double-cross him, sent several dogs to ambush him.

As a result, Liu Dong simply raised his hand, and the other party immediately collapsed to his knees, his crotch soaked with sweat.

The boss rushed over that very day, knelt down on the ground with a thud, kowtowed and admitted his mistake, and finally handed him a key—saying that the apartment was a gift!

Where is the house? What does it look like?

Liu Dong didn't even bother to look at it, nor did he bother to ask.

But since they plan to bring Qin Huairu over to live with them this time, they'll have to figure out the house number.

He slapped his forehead and pulled a small notebook out of the [magical wine sac].

Two thin pages, with text on all four sides.

……What the hell!

Liu Dong stared at the notebook and grinned: It's all in English!

Unfortunately, Hong Kong was still under British control at that time, and all documents were written in English. Even property certificates were called "building deeds," and they were freehold.

In his past life, his English was only good enough to order food and ask for directions. He failed the CET-4 exam three times. This kind of professional contract is like reading gibberish to him.

I had no choice but to stop a passerby wearing glasses, and with gestures, ask him to read it aloud for me.

Now it's clear—the address is in Causeway Bay, a five-minute walk from the MTR station.

He followed the map and found that the so-called "mansion" was actually just an old villa.

Unpretentious and unpretentious; not top-tier in Hong Kong, but not shabby either.

It's a three-story Nordic-style house with a small courtyard and a small parking space. The red brick walls are covered with ivy, which looks quite comfortable.

The door was ajar, and a woman in her fifties came out of the house, still wearing her apron.

"Who are you looking for?" she asked in Cantonese, her accent soft.

Liu Dong understood and handed over his ID card and property deed with a smile: "My surname is Liu, Liu Dong, and I am the owner of this house."

Aunt Li glanced at him, then immediately bent over with a smile, "Oh my! Young Master is here! Please come in, please come in!"

Upon entering—

One word: old.

Two words: Steadfast.

After chatting for a while, I learned that Li Ma was left behind by the previous landlord and was there specifically to look after the house and clean it; she was practically family.

Liu Dong was quite satisfied.

This place is both lively and quiet, with tea restaurants at the street corner and roast meat shops around the corner, making life very convenient.

He was thinking: bring Qin Huairu here, open a small bar, bask in the sun during the day, and listen to jazz at night, how wonderful!

The next step is to "pick them up".

He quietly returned to Beijing without making a sound, not even alerting the base's radar.

The corner of the second floor of the inpatient department of the First People's Hospital of Beijing.

There's a quiet, windy terrace railing there that nobody likes to go to.

Liu Dong and Qin Huairu were standing side by side enjoying the breeze.

"Brother Liu Dong, it wasn't easy for me to sneak out for a little while!"

"Why did you call me?"

"Why the rush? Has something happened?"

Qin Huairu's eyes were bright, a little nervous, yet also a little excited.

Liu Dong smiled and said, "I have an idea I'd like to discuss with you. It would be best if you agreed, but if you didn't, don't tell anyone—just pretend we never talked today."

Qin Huairu chuckled: "Brother Liu Dong, are you still playing riddles with me? I'll believe whatever you say!"

"Hmm..." He paused, "Have you heard of Hong Kong?"

Qin Huairu was stunned.

For the next half hour, he showed her his ID, played videos, and even showed her pictures of Hong Kong's night view stored on his phone before finally convincing her.

Chatting with smart people is truly exhausting.

Don't let her young age of eighteen and seemingly quiet demeanor fool you; the first thing she thought when she heard she was going to Hong Kong was, "Are you planning to sell me off?"

That level of vigilance would have earned them blocking anti-fraud apps three times over these days.

Fortunately, Liu Dong was well-prepared, and she finally nodded in agreement, agreeing to leave the following afternoon.

At three o'clock the next day, the two stood in a barren field on the outskirts of Beijing.

The wheat had just been harvested, the ground was bare, and the wind carried a strong earthy smell.

"Have you finished your drinks?"

Qin Huairu nodded, tilted her head back, and swallowed the last bite.

The next second, a line of semi-transparent text appeared above her head:

[Toughness: 300]

Liu Dong thought to himself: This attribute means that it is impervious to knives and poison; it is definitely a hardcore physique.

"Walk--!"

He grabbed her waist, lifted her off the ground, and soared into the air.

"Ah—!!!" Qin Huairu screamed, her body instantly stiffening like a board, her eyes wide open:

"You can fly???"

"Brother Liu Dong, you're actually Superman???"

"Oh my god!!!"

The wind howled in my ears, and the ground shrank rapidly. In less than half an hour, the lights of Victoria Harbour were beneath my feet, densely packed, like scattered diamonds.