Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City

"Though he speaks of flowing water, his heart falls like wilting flowers."

Ye Ling's heart thumped uncontrollably. What did this mean? Was the enchanting Zang Hua before him, akin to the Daji from Investiture of the Gods, attracted to him? Or was she drawn to his profound knowledge and his charming, dashing ways?

"Ah, Miss Zang Hua," Ye Ling said, "I graduated from a prestigious institution. Though I wouldn't claim to be wealthy, my family runs a chain of very successful Western restaurants that are well-known in Donghai City."

"I'm also preparing to start my own business. If you don't mind, I would like to invite Miss Zang Hua to create a beautiful future of wealth that belongs to us."

A rapacious desire burned within Ye Ling. Swallowing hard, he spoke with some excitement.

Zang Hua, who had been holding on to Ye Ling, seemed moved. She pushed Ye Ling away and muttered something under her breath.

"Start a business together? How much money can you contribute? I'm not interested in just any enterprise," Zang Hua said, slowly bending one leg and sliding her hand from her ankle up to her thigh.

Ye Ling's eyes nearly popped out of his head. This... this... was a severe test of his heart's endurance.

Ye Ling patted his chest and said, "Rest assured, Miss Zang Hua, I can't pull out a huge amount, but ten or eight billion is no problem at all."

"Moreover, you don't need to invest anything. Just sit back and enjoy the profits. Leave the rest to me."

Zang Hua nodded, and finally, a smile appeared on her face. With a delicate finger, she gestured Ye Ling closer.

Ye Ling paused, then eagerly crawled over to Zang Hua like an obedient dog.

"I really hate being lied to by men. I want to see if you truly have the capability," Zang Hua's voice was crisp and melodious, like music to Ye Ling's ears.

After hearing her, Ye Ling's face twisted into a ferocious smile, "Miss Zang Hua, you will see my strength immediately!"

Having said that, Ye Ling stood up, returned to the bedroom, and took out an Apple laptop. After turning it on, the click-clacking of the keyboard resounded. Within a minute, Ye Ling smiled proudly, turning the screen toward Zang Hua.

"Count the zeros. How many can you see?" Ye Ling pointed at the numbers on the screen and laughed.

This account belonged to his mother's enterprise. Nearly all of the wealth of Ye Ling's mother's Western restaurants was contained in this account—around sixteen billion. Of course, this included some bank loans and similar liabilities. If we were discussing net assets, they would probably be around ten billion.

It had only been in the past few days, after incessantly pestering his mother, that Ye Ling managed to get his hands on the account. There was no help for it; Ye Ling was his mother's only son. Although she knew he was no paragon of virtue, she also knew he was not one to act without measure.

And so she had entrusted the account details to her only son and heir.

"Do you trust me?" Zang Hua smiled lightly, her joy blooming like a hundred flowers in spring, utterly beguiling Ye Ling.

Ye Ling nodded again and again, fearful that Zang Hua might misunderstand—nonsense, trading ten-plus billion for a woman like her was an absolute bargain. Besides, the claims he made were merely empty promises.

After hearing his words, Zang Hua looked somewhat aggrieved, "Ah, men. They say one thing to your face and another behind your back. If you really trust me, you'll transfer all this money to my card. Only then will I believe you."

Ye Ling froze upon hearing this, torn. Although he was drunk, this was still a whopping ten-plus billion—more money than ordinary people see in a lifetime.

While this sum wasn't critical to the Lin Family or his mother, Feng Yuting, it was still significant. Any mishap would have undoubtedly led to his irate parents breaking his legs.

"Forget it, if you don't trust me, there's no point in continuing this conversation. Goodbye," Zang Hua said, standing up to leave.

Lin Hua was anxious and quickly grabbed Zang Hua's arm. He felt the cool touch of her skin, and Lin Hua instantly became enchanted. It was bliss; this arm alone could keep him entertained for a year.

"I'm transferring it now, just wait, I'm doing it right now!" Lin Hua's fingers clattered against the keyboard. After he confirmed Zang Hua's bank account number, he quickly entered the amount, and in just one minute, the transaction was successful.

"Which foreign bank issued this card? I didn't see it clearly just now." Lin Hua rubbed his somewhat bleary eyes.

Foreign cards had a completely different system of management from domestic cards, creating substantial differences. For average people, international transfers may pose a difficulty, but for Lin Hua, it was as easy as pie.

Zang Hua didn't say a word, stood up, and stretched leisurely, her impressive figure even more eye-catching, making Lin Hua struggle to contain himself.

"Miss Zang Hua, I wonder if tonight... you could possibly... keep me company?" Lin Hua rubbed his hands together, impatient in his heart.

Zang Hua nodded, which nearly made him jump up on the spot in excitement. At last, he had gotten his chance. Hehe, he would have to make the most of this opportunity and let the imported Vajra Power Pills work their magic to the fullest.

"Of course, I will accompany you. I will stay with you till the end, right until your life comes to an end!" Zang Hua said with a cold smile, her tone suddenly changing.

Lin Hua, however, didn't understand at all. Caught in the numbing phase of alcohol, how could he notice the underlying message in Zang Hua's words?

"Don't worry, even if I die, I want to die in your arms!" Lin Hua rubbed his hands, wanting to pull Zang Hua to him, but her next words instantly sobered him up.

Zang Hua smirked coldly: "Rest assured, you are definitely going to die, but you can't die in my arms. I'm afraid my husband might punish me with a family rule."

Die?

Definitely going to die?

Husband?

Lin Hua's scalp tingled with numbness. He wasn't foolish; in fact, he was shrewd, or else how could he have risen to prominence in today's society?

Just as he was about to speak, he saw a familiar face walk in — Ye Ling!

"You! You're supposed to be dead!" Lin Hua pointed at Ye Ling and growled fiercely, fear appearing on his face.

Then Lin Hua suddenly pointed at Zang Hua: "Didn't you say you killed him? You lied to me!"

Crack, the crisp sound of a bone breaking echoed, followed by Lin Hua's pitiful scream. In the silence of the night, it sounded exceptionally chilling.

"You don't have the right to point at me." After breaking Lin Hua's finger, Zang Hua disdainfully wiped her hand, then walked over to Ye Ling and snuggled into his chest.

Ye Ling looked at the pitiful figure of Lin Hua and laughed: "Tsk tsk, I never would have thought you'd actually be so wealthy. Over a billion! You could have just given me five hundred million, apologized, and saved yourself from dying."

"Ye Ling! I was wrong, please spare my life. I'll give you five hundred million tomorrow, no, a billion, just let me off the hook!" Lin Hua scrambled to his knees on the floor, begging miserably.

Ye Ling shook his head, laughing, and then his smile grew colder.

"You've tried to kill me over and over. Tell me, if you were me, would you let me go?" The chilling intent to kill was thick in Ye Ling's words.

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