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The lively music jolted Xiao Mu awake from his sleep, the energetic sounds stirring memories that left him drenched in sweat. It was a nightmare, filled with vivid images: being beaten in a mental hospital, reciting from a sheepskin scroll at a Pyramid Scheme hideout, and the chaotic gathering in Tongguan. He dreamt of being surrounded by those ferocious faces, trapped with no way out, only to be stripped and humiliated.
As he woke up, the music continued to blare. Xiao Mu jumped out of bed, pulled back the curtains, and cursed loudly, "Damn it, dancing square dance this early? These old geezers will dance themselves to death."
The hottest season in Binhai had arrived, and he was surprised to find that it was different from his memories of Binhai. It was no longer as tranquil, peaceful, and leisurely as it had been in his youth. Especially in the mornings and evenings, those tireless old men and women could dance to "Red Detachment of Women" a hundred times. Xiao Mu had been back for two days and hadn't slept well even once.
Perhaps even without the square dance, he still wouldn't be able to sleep. The most noticeable change from this journey westward was his biological clock. At six in the morning, it was time to read from the sheepskin scrolls. The remnants of living with the Pyramid Scheme gang stubbornly lingered in his body. Sitting on the bed, he felt invigorated as he experienced the changes brought about by these habitual behaviors.
It was impressive how he demanded such a rigorous routine from himself; his body, like a finely tuned instrument, would maintain its optimal state at the same time every day as if it had received a secret code.
"Mental motivation is not without merit; it's akin to religion," Xiao Mu thought. The invasion of spirit could indeed cultivate good people who follow the path of righteousness but could also produce reckless extremists. The difference lay solely in how one chose to use it.
Feeling disinterested, he opened the curtains and windows to let the fresh morning air flow into the room where he had slept soundly through the night. Barefoot, he headed to the bathroom to wash up.
Another clear change made Xiao Mu hesitate. The array of bathing, makeup, aromatherapy, and skincare products in the bathroom felt surreal. In the mirror stood a man with a buzz cut, sharp eyebrows, and piercing eyes—like some dormant aspect of his personality had been awakened. The former self now seemed like an unworthy relic.
"Really? What does a man need makeup for? How ridiculous," he scoffed.
A pile of beauty products was tossed into the trash can as he hurriedly brushed his teeth and shaved. Clean and simple was his motto. Standing before the mirror, he casually peeled off an old photo of himself from the frame—gray hair, pale skin, melancholic eyes… The carefully crafted image of a K-pop idol he had once sculpted for himself now appeared utterly pathetic.
"This is not me."
An old photograph was lightly tossed into the trash can. In that moment, many unsettling images flashed through his mind—was it the fierce might of Baldy, or the cunning nature of Lu the Madman? Even that scoundrel Tu Shenhao, who only cared for himself, seemed to have more redeeming qualities than his own creamy image.
Unknowingly, both his mindset and appearance had changed significantly. After spending two quiet days at home doing nothing—no searching for friends, no clubbing or chasing girls—the familiar life he once knew now felt utterly uninteresting. Finally back home, he found himself feeling lost.
Yes, his father... After getting dressed, Xiao Mu stepped into the study. The room remained as tidy as ever; it was clear that his father had visited during his absence. He silently sat at the desk and noticed the family portrait that had been turned face down. Gently picking it up, he caught a glimpse of his mother's smiling face. His hand recoiled as if burned, and he carefully placed it back down.
Despite enduring so much suffering and pain—much of it caused by his father—he couldn't bring himself to hate him, no matter how many times he cursed him in his mind. Instead, he felt a deep sense of guilt. His gaze drifted as he thought about those lost souls involved in pyramid schemes, the homeless mentally ill, and Baldy, who grew up in an orphanage without parents yet still expressed gratitude. The weight of family began to settle more clearly in his heart.
"I need to have a serious talk with him; we can't keep hurting each other like this."
Xiao Mu thought to himself, burdened with guilt. Raising a child was not easy; how could they let it turn into a tragedy? Trapped in memories and resentment from the past, neither he nor his father would ever achieve a normal mindset.
Slowly, he picked up the frame again and gazed at his mother's smile. With a sense of happiness and relief, he murmured, "Mom, I must have worried you so much. I think both Dad and I miss you too much; it's made us unable to forgive each other."
He smiled softly, as if whispering secrets to her like when he was a child. He brought the frame close to his lips and kissed it gently before holding it tightly against his chest. In that moment of blissful reminiscence, he carefully opened the drawer and placed the old photograph back inside.
Some things must be let go; otherwise, one can only live in memories.
Some burdens must be carried; otherwise, what remains will be unbearable memories.
Xiao Mu pondered about returning to being himself—a self that needed no embellishment—but the challenge lay in understanding what kind of person that truly was.
As he reflected on this seemingly simple question, he found himself stumped.
At that moment, the phone rang...
At the appointed hour of nine, Mu Qingchen did not go to the hotel. Instead, he did something he had never done before: he cleaned the room, tidied the bedding, and personally cooked breakfast. In the surprised gaze of his wife, Zhong Xiaomei, he finished his meal and eagerly rushed to wash the dishes.
This unusual behavior startled her. Her eyes flickered with uncertainty. They were a typical couple with a significant age gap—not particularly happy, but not unhappy either. Especially when a younger man, Stepmother, was involved; she had never fully embraced that role, nor had she had the chance to do so. Their son had never set foot in this home.
“Mu Qingchen, what’s gotten into you today?” Zhong Xiaomei finally couldn’t hold back any longer. Standing behind her husband as he washed the dishes, the sudden warmth made her uneasy.
Not only was it warmth; it was passion as well. Old Mu turned around and pulled his wife into an embrace, speaking earnestly: “Xiaomei, how about we have another child?”
“Ah?” Zhong Xiaomei was taken aback. It had long been a consensus that they would not have more children. Her husband was already worn out from their son; how could he suddenly make such a drastic turn?
“Listen to me… Over these ten years together, although we’ve had no worries about food and clothing, we haven’t really enjoyed life. A home without children isn’t really a home… For all these years, I’ve been focused on Lin Shen and have neglected you. We should both let go and start living our own lives,” Old Mu said with a sense of relief, sounding less burdened than usual.
She was definitely feeling suspicious—something must have triggered this change. “Mu Qingchen, what on earth happened? You two have barely spoken three words to each other… Oh right, you’ve been so excited in bed these past few days; what’s going on?”
“I’m planning to separate from him… Let him live his own life,” Old Mu said excitedly.
“What? That’s not possible! He might end up hating me even more as his Stepmother! He’ll probably think I’m the one stirring things up,” Zhong Xiaomei felt uneasy at the thought. Considering Xiao Mu's temperament, she added, “Besides, is he capable of that?”
“Of course he is! Just look at who his father is… Go check my bag; there’s a medal and a certificate in there. You’ll see for yourself,” Old Mu said while scrubbing the dishes, pride evident in his tone.
Zhong Xiaomei hurried to their bedroom, opened her husband’s bag, and rummaged through it. Sure enough, she found the poorly made medal and certificate. Her eyes widened in disbelief: Heroic Act Award?
"That's not right. It's possible for a son to be tempted by money or by beauty, but how could it be a Heroic Act?"
Zhong Xiaomei was stunned, staring blankly for a while, completely unaware that her husband was looking at her with a smug expression. The calmness and confidence in his demeanor were unmistakable. Old Mu had said it; he was certain now that they needed to start anew, just like when he went to the city to work years ago. No effort, no success; no pressure, no talent. From today onward, he would not concern himself with a single penny regarding their son... They would live peacefully and perhaps have another child.
Zhong Xiaomei was left speechless for a moment, feeling both amused and exasperated by her husband's antics.
At eight-thirty in the morning, the couple shared a ride straight to the office building rented from Property Building...
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At that same time, Mulin Shen was also heading to the same place. His father's assistant had notified him, and surprisingly, the morning call had come from Su Rongle. Lezi, yawning widely, was driving Xiao Mu directly to Property Building.
After three days apart, they were about to see each other in a new light. Xiao Mu had undergone a dramatic transformation; Lezi had changed just as much. His hair had grown several inches, and on this hot summer day, he wore a vest over his shirt. He sported a short stubble on his face and claimed it was all part of shedding his previous unremarkable Tycoon image, gradually aligning himself with the director persona. With how hot the film industry was right now, he needed this image to attract those young models.
To be fair, this new look successfully masked Lezi's outward ugliness and inner filth, forcing Xiao Mu to reassess him.
What surprised them even more was that Lezi, in his own words, had endured countless hardships to craft such a pitiful image for himself.
They exchanged playful jabs at each other, but their reunion felt as intimate as ever. Halfway through their journey, Mulin Shen suddenly recalled something and asked directly, "Lezi, how did you know I was back? I haven't been anywhere."
"Well, that's a long story. The day before yesterday, we had dinner at your family's restaurant with some classmates and saw your dad being taken away by the police... It scared me so much that I couldn't sleep well for two days. Today I tried my old number and—surprisingly—it worked," Lezi replied, clearly feeling guilty as he glanced at Xiao Mu several times.
How could Xiao Mu not see through his little tricks? He asked bluntly, "Are you still smoking?"
"Sometimes," Lezi replied, trying to cover up.
"Stop smoking that; it's really not good for you... You must have seen my dad being taken away and thought I was in trouble, right?" Xiao Mu chuckled.
Lezi pursed his lips, avoiding the topic. He smiled and asked, "What exactly happened? I mean, your dad is really ruthless, just getting two people to take you away? This could drag on for months."
"Let's not talk about family matters. No matter what, he's still your biological father; what can you do?" Xiao Mu changed the subject and asked, "What about that classmate?"
"Guan Xiangdong, Guan Guan! You forgot? Back then, his girlfriend's last name was Bao, and you called them 'the two Bao friends'... Oh man, that's so vivid! I didn't even think of his name; I just remembered he was called Guan Bao," Lezi laughed heartily.
The embarrassing stories from their youth reminded Xiao Mu of how most of their classmates' nicknames were created by him. He smiled and casually asked, "What’s Guan Guan doing now?"
"He's a civil servant at the prosecutor's office; he got in right after graduation," Lezi said casually.
At this point, Xiao Mu felt a spark of inspiration and blurted out, "I want to take the civil service exam too."
"What the hell..." Lezi jumped in surprise, nearly losing grip on the steering wheel as he burst into laughter. Xiao Mu frowned and asked, "What's wrong? Do you look down on me?"
"I'm just surprised by you! Do you really think you can pass? No one recognizes your diploma... It's not that I look down on you; with that tattoo of a wild chicken on your arm, you won't even pass the health check," Lezi replied.
"It's a phoenix," Xiao Mu corrected him.
"Yeah, a featherless phoenix—might as well be a chicken," Lezi shot back.
"Why do I get so angry every time I see you? Do you believe I could kill you?" Xiao Mu growled angrily.
The voice carried a heavy threat, startling Lezi into a sudden stop by the roadside. Xiao Mu jolted, realizing that he had inadvertently let slip the experiences he had been harboring during this time. Lezi was indeed taken aback; he had never seen such a fierce and menacing expression on Young Master Mu before.
After a long pause, Lezi asked in surprise, "What exactly happened? Why do I feel like you've been locked up in prison for a while?"
"Much more stimulating than prison... Let's go," Xiao Mu commanded directly.
Strangely enough, Lezi obediently set off without asking any further questions, sensing that the gap between them had silently widened.
Upon arriving at the Property Building and following the address given by his father's assistant to the 21st floor, Lezi hesitated to go up. All the parents of his classmates knew that the contractor's son was not a good person, and no one had ever treated him kindly. When Xiao Mu stepped out of the elevator, he realized that this was a private psychological therapy center, which instantly reminded him of the reasons for their journey.
His ever-busy father seemed to be up to no good again. Xiao Mu instinctively felt on guard but quickly remembered his resolve to have a serious talk with his father at home. He couldn't let those he cared about get hurt the most. At this thought, he inexplicably recalled Baldy; that guy had left him with too many memories, even influencing his catchphrases.
As expected, when they were led into the room by the assistant and the door opened, Xiao Mu was taken aback. It resembled a corporate negotiation table with three main seats occupied by his father, Stepmother, and an unfamiliar man. A middle-aged woman sat in one of the secondary seats, also unknown to him. The seat opposite them was clearly meant for him.
"Dad, what is this about?" Xiao Mu asked in confusion.
"Sit down; it's time for us to have an open and honest discussion," Mu Qingchen said to Aidi, now looking at his son with new eyes.
Mulin Shen took a seat, observing his father's aging face and the Stepmother who hadn't spoken a word in ten years. A wave of deep remorse washed over him, making him feel somewhat uneasy. He said, "Dad, it doesn't need to be so formal. There are things I've wanted to say to you for a long time. I've graduated for quite some time now; I should have my own life. I want to do things I... want to do."
"Stop." Old Mu raised his hand sharply, interrupting him without hesitation.
Mulin Shen was taken aback, seemingly caught off guard.
Old Mu asked sternly, with parental authority, "Today, my goal is to completely resolve the barriers between us as father and son. Do you think it would be better to approach this in a Western way or an Eastern way?"
"Hey, Dad, you've really learned a lot. Since I've been abroad, why don't we solve this the Western way?" Xiao Mu laughed, surprised at how much his father had changed.
Old Mu chuckled in response, saying, "The Western way is that once a son becomes an adult, the father doesn't interfere anymore, right?"
"Huh?" Upon hearing this, Xiao Mu found it hard to shake off years of being spoiled. He quickly retorted, "Well, let's forget the Western way and stick to the Eastern one. After all, we're in our own country."
"The Eastern custom is that elders are respected and I have the final say," Mu Qingchen said seriously.
The man laughed while the Stepmother felt a bit embarrassed. Xiao Mu was taken aback; he never expected such a significant change in his father. He looked at him suspiciously and hesitantly asked, "Dad, who brainwashed you?"
"You did! After all these years of battling with me, causing trouble everywhere and making me clean up after you, then coming back with a diploma from some second-rate university to fool me... I've realized that once you're grown up, you can't be tied down like a cat or dog. Do you agree with what I just said?" Old Mu asked.
Xiao Mu was stunned and replied, "Does it even matter if I agree or not?"
It didn't matter; there was no difference from before—his father still had the final say. Unconsciously, Xiao Mu's rebellious attitude resurfaced, and he spoke more forcefully.
However, Old Mu was no longer intimidated. He bluntly stated, "Anyway, you don't want to come home. It's simple; didn't you say I owe you an inheritance? You can't wait any longer... So I'm leaving half of my assets to you: four properties, savings, securities—totaling one hundred million."
"What? Dad... what are you doing?" Xiao Mu was shocked.
"Don't you want it?" Old Mu asked.
Xiao Mu was momentarily speechless; he blinked awkwardly and smiled as he said, "It's a gift from an elder; I can't refuse... But Dad, please don't be so polite! I... I can't handle such a big surprise all at once."
Everyone laughed. Old Mu continued to smile but then added with a burst of enthusiasm, "Don't mention it; it's what a father should give his son. I'm willing to part with as much as necessary... Oh, and there's one condition: you can't access it until you're forty."
"Ah?" Xiao Mu was startled and flustered by his father's words.
"Of course, to ensure your living expenses, you can withdraw five thousand yuan each month from Lawyer Wang. Don't think it's too little; there are many people in this city who can't earn that much. Do you have any objections?" Mu Qingchen said.
Xiao Mu's expression stiffened, realizing he had been trapped by his father again. He asked in disbelief, "Does my opinion even matter?"
"Yes, it doesn't matter. I make the decisions here... So that's settled. Lawyer Wang will inform you of the details. As for you, Dr. Feng Changxiang, I know you don't like meeting me, but I hope you'll meet with these two every month. Having been educated in the West, you should understand the importance of contractual obligations," Old Mu said, ignoring his son's astonishment as he called for his wife and stood up. The couple walked out without looking back.
In the elevator, Zhong Xiaomei couldn't hold back any longer and said with a pained expression, "Mu Qingchen, aren't you being a bit harsh on our son?"
"What do you mean by harsh? At his age, I was already supporting a family for several years," Old Mu replied.
Zhong Xiaomei countered, "Times have changed. He has been spoiled and pampered; can you compare him to how you were back then?"
"Yes, times are progressing; we can't let him regress. If we don't push him, he won't grow... Besides, we should have our own lives now," Old Mu said as he wrapped an arm around his wife while the other hand absently stroked his medal. What was it about those words 'Heroic Act' that made Old Mu feel so invigorated?
The couple descended the stairs hand in hand. With this matter settled, Old Mu felt elated; letting go was a form of liberation. He specifically took his wife to the mall for a stroll...
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"There are a few important points to note..."
"You will need to provide a health check certificate each month. If any drug test comes back positive, your inheritance rights will be revoked."
"You need to provide a detailed statement of five thousand yuan each month. If any discrepancies are found, the amount you can withdraw next month will be reduced accordingly."
"If it is discovered that you have not mortgaged your existing properties or vehicles through this law firm, or if any debt disputes arise, your inheritance rights will also be revoked..."
"……"
The Old Lawyer read the clauses one by one to Xiao Mu, whose expression grew darker with each passing moment. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, he crossed his arms in anger and declared, "I won't sign. Who are you going to check? This is more troublesome than being in prison."
The lawyer replied calmly, "You don't need to sign; just be aware. We will act according to the testator's instructions."
She stood up and placed a thick stack of documents in front of Xiao Mu, reminding him as she left, "By the way, make sure to handle this month's withdrawal after the physical examination before the fifteenth. You must come here for a psychological evaluation with Dr. Feng every month... Thank you, I'll be on my way. My business card is in the materials; please contact me if you need anything."
Old Mu fidgeted awkwardly as the female lawyer walked away, while Dr. Feng went out to see her off.
Oh dear, how ruthless! Sending such a menopausal woman was simply unbearable.
Xiao Mu gritted his teeth in frustration, having completely forgotten his initial intention of having an honest conversation with his father. What troubled him most now was probably money; he could see that he was about to run short. If only he hadn't thrown several tens of thousands into Chang'an. Five thousand a month?
Oh boy, that truly marked the arrival of hard times.
Moments later, Dr. Feng returned. The pained expression on Xiao Mu's face evoked sympathy in him. Just as he was about to speak, Xiao Mu looked up and asked awkwardly, "I understand now; it was you who brainwashed my dad. He’s just a master with nothing but recipes in his head—he doesn’t have any grand plans for anything else?"
"So you’re just finding ways to make him uncomfortable?" Dr. Feng replied.
Oh, Xiao Mu was left speechless. What a twist of fate—who could he blame?
"Or maybe it's not my problem; the root lies with you. If you were a complete wastrel, I think your father would have resigned himself to it. Unfortunately, you're not. You shouldn't have let him see any hope," Feng Changxiang said.
It was true, Xiao Mu thought. It seemed he couldn't escape the hard days ahead. Things had come to this point, and he couldn't shamelessly go back to ask for money. Even if he could, his father might not even believe him.
"Please, today I'm here to conduct your first psychological assessment... Let me introduce myself. My name is Feng Changxiang, and I used to be a doctor at the Mental Hospital. There's no need for hesitation; your case was arranged by me. During the hypnosis session, the word you repeated the most was 'mother.' I believe that your mother holds a significant place in your life. Due to your father's indulgence, your personality has developed flaws. You should understand this—it's a case of an absent personality type, with strong feelings of loneliness and defensiveness, leaning towards paranoia..."
As he spoke, he turned back a few times to see Xiao Mu trailing behind with his head down. They entered the consultation room, and Xiao Mu sat in the therapist's chair while Dr. Feng spoke confidently. In his heart, he felt a strange sympathy for the boy; it was hard to believe how he had managed to come out unscathed from the police station.
"Wait," Xiao Mu interrupted, looking at Dr. Feng and asking, "You sending me to the Mental Hospital is illegal... Doctor, this can't be so dark, right? Sending me to the Mental Hospital means that even if I have issues, they're psychological defects?"
"This was agreed upon by your father, who signed the treatment document."
"I don't believe it."
"Then how can you be convinced?"
"I want to see it."
Dr. Feng looked at the troubled boy and searched for the documents. He then laid the treatment document on the table. Xiao Mu stepped forward, picked it up, and flipped through it. Sure enough, Instigator was indeed this refined man in front of him. He made a strange motion—bringing the page close to his mouth and biting down on it before tearing off the signature section and chewing on it.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Dr. Feng was taken aback.
"I'm proving that your psychological assessment is wrong," Xiao Mu said as he rubbed his hands together and suddenly reached across the table to grab Feng Changxiang. He stuffed a wad of paper into his mouth and pressed down on him while delivering a flurry of punches and elbow strikes to his back—each hit landing painfully as Dr. Feng struggled silently.
Xiao Mu was getting into it now; he pulled him out and slammed him onto the sofa chair, delivering knee strikes along with more punches and elbows while viciously saying, "Damn you! You almost got me killed, do you know that?"
"Fuck your mother, giving my dad bad ideas, do you know you've ruined my good days?"
"Fuck you... stupid psychologist, can't you see I have violent tendencies?"
Ah... ow... please... let me go... we can talk this out... Dr. Feng was in a world of pain, begging for mercy, while Xiao Mu, panting heavily, sat down on his desk with a satisfying thud. He clapped his hands; these moves were taught by Baldy and those cops, specifically designed to deal with all kinds of defiance. Look at how the damn doctor squirmed in pain, finally spitting out a wad of paper after a long moment. Xiao Mu's anger subsided significantly.
A refined person like Dr. Feng couldn't endure such humiliation. Frustrated, he tried to press the button to call for help but was kicked away by Xiao Mu. Furious, he rolled and scrambled to escape. Xiao Mu, sitting on the desk, said, "Hey, think carefully now. If you call the police, they'll see me before they see you. And think it through; if you report me, this deal is as good as dead."
This struck a chord; Dr. Feng immediately got up, realizing he was caught in a dilemma. In his anger, he exclaimed as if he had been violated, "You're going too far!"
"Were you not the one who went too far first?" Xiao Mu retorted.
"That was agreed upon by your father," Dr. Feng replied. At this mention, Xiao Mu laughed; he suddenly recalled something terrifying—oh no, the signed treatment document had already been chewed into a mess.
"Forget about treatment; let's prepare for a lawsuit instead. I'll hire a few lawyers just to sue you for 5 million yuan in lost wages and emotional distress... not too much, right? Oh look at your face; you don't want to pay up? Well then, I wasn't planning on it either. Your clinic will have to close down anyway. Don't say I’m not loyal; if you cut off my income, I'll smash your rice bowl—fair's fair." Xiao Mu swaggered with his hands behind his back and pushed past the dumbfounded Dr. Feng.
An elegant gentleman had already been tainted with rogue behavior; dealing with cultured people was child's play.
No matter what kind of lawsuit came up, it was never good news. Now Dr. Feng was anxious and hurriedly blocked Xiao Mu's path: "Hey hey... let's talk this out; how about I call your dad?"
"Look at you! You just said my affairs are my own business. Besides, I'm suing you; it's not him suing you—are you legally blind? The subjects are different," Xiao Mu scolded as he tried to leave.
Dr. Feng attempted to stop him again, his face filled with embarrassment: "Let's talk this out... don't be like this; I'm not trying to harm you on purpose. You ran off with two dangerous characters; the police have been monitoring me for two months—I'm having a harder time than you."
"Oh, hearing that makes me feel much better," Xiao Mu smirked at Dr. Feng's victim-like expression and teasingly asked, "Are you thinking of settling this privately?"
Dr. Feng was taken aback and quickly nodded, "Uh, let's settle this privately..."
"I'll set the terms," Xiao Mu replied.
"Alright, go ahead."
"Simple enough. How much did my dad give you for treatment? Add two and one to make five, and split it with me. I'll pretend this never happened."
"Ah?"
Dr. Feng didn't expect the hammer to fall on him like this. It seemed that this troublemaker was determined to be malicious; seeing that he couldn't get money from his father, he was trying to dig it out from elsewhere. Losing money hurt more than being beaten, and the pain twisted Dr. Feng's face, making him look less like a scorned woman and more like a woman in labor—one having a difficult delivery.
"If you don't pay up, just wait for the law to deal with you," Xiao Mu said confidently as he turned to leave.
Suddenly, Dr. Feng grabbed him, pleading, "I’ll pay... I’ll pay!"
Xiao Mu laughed, walking away with a smile, the small check bouncing in his hand with a satisfying sound. Dr. Feng was so embarrassed that he didn’t dare make a scene and pretended to call in the next patient for treatment.
When he returned to the car with Lezi, Lezi's eyes lit up at the sight of the check. He lunged forward to grab it, excitedly exclaiming, "Bro! We’re going to have some good times! Let me see how much?"
"This is the last bit of money I have, you know? My dad has officially cut me off financially," Xiao Mu said sternly.
Lezi looked at the amount—seventy-five thousand—and got even more excited. "Wow, this is serious! How about we find a place to eat and drink? We can spend it all before thinking about what’s next?"
"Lezi, let me be honest with you. This time I came back prepared to say goodbye to my old life and start fresh. If he doesn’t give me money, that’s fine; we’ll earn it ourselves. I don’t believe it’s that hard. Look, we’ve already managed to get a few tens of thousands." Xiao Mu replied.
Lezi held the check, his mouth watering with anticipation. He urged, "Who says otherwise? Let's start fresh together... um, how about we take a breather first? Let's have a farewell party! Life is meant to be celebrated, and all those ideals and ambitions are just nonsense... Let's eat well, drink well, have fun, find a few girls, throw a big party, and toast to the past. What do you say?"
"Haha... no wonder you're in media; you really know how to talk. It's settled then. I'm treating you today; you just take care of the rest."
"Oh come on, with our relationship, who cares? I’d almost want to turn into a girl just to satisfy you every day."
"Please don't gross me out. If you turned into a girl, I'd have to start liking men."
"By the way, at Samba Hotel, I heard there might be some ladyboys around. Want to try something a bit more adventurous? It's only open to regulars, and the secret contact code is: Phoenix Terrace. I didn't quite get what that means."
"You idiot! There's a famous line from Song Ci: 'On Phoenix Terrace, memories of flute playing.'"
"Oh? Look at how cultured this is! We definitely need to check it out."
"Absolutely! Let's go today right after dinner..."
A pair of friends with questionable morals excitedly forgot their worries and headed off for their usual pursuit of pleasure...
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