Bloody Romance: I, the big troublemaker, Zhong Yuemin!

In Gao Cheng's room, the person was still lying on the bed, not asleep, just staring blankly at the ceiling with his eyes open.

His hair was a mess, his beard was unkempt, and his eyes were sunken. In just a few days, he had lost a lot of weight and looked completely dejected, as if all his energy had been drained away.

"Brother, get up... don't lie there like that..."

Gao Yue walked over and pulled him a few times, but Gao Cheng seemed not to feel anything, not moving an inch, not even blinking.

Gao Yue felt both heartache and anger, yet there was nothing she could do.

Zhong Yuemin walked over, patted Gao Yue on the shoulder to calm her down, and then dragged a chair over and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Brother Cheng,"

Zhong Yuemin spoke, his voice not loud.

"You're a teacher by profession, an educated person with your own opinions. Is it really necessary to ruin yourself like this for a woman? You're here looking so heartbroken, thinking you're so devoted and hurt? That woman is probably thinking you're a fool, easy to fool, and making sarcastic remarks. Don't you think you're being stupid and foolish?"

"Instead of torturing yourself, you should think more about yourself and care more about your family members who truly care about you. That kind of woman is not worth your time, not even for a minute."

Gao Cheng finally reacted, his eyes darted around, he glanced at Zhong Yuemin, and snorted through his nose:

"Who's thinking about her? I've long forgotten about that slut!"

"forget?"

Zhong Yuemin raised an eyebrow.

"So what are you playing now? Even if you've given your all and ended up like this, and you're feeling bad, there should be a limit. That's enough. You're not a kid anymore. You should act like a man, take on the responsibilities you should, and show some ability to get back on your feet."

Then, his tone shifted, becoming somewhat teasing:

"Besides, if you think about it carefully, you didn't really lose out. You didn't lose a single penny of your money, and as for the person..."

He deliberately dragged out the tone.

"You slept with that woman... right? So, you got to sleep with her for free, without paying a cent, you actually made a profit."

"fart!"

Gao Xiang was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on; he suddenly sat up in bed, his chest heaving violently with anger, his face flushed red, and his eyebrows standing on end.

"I didn't sleep with her! I didn't! Stop talking nonsense!"

It's unclear whether he was angry that Zhong Yuemin "slandered" him, or angry that he ultimately "didn't get to sleep with him," which made him even more frustrated.

Judging from this reaction, it's most likely the latter. It's understandable to be annoyed; it's like painstakingly planting a peach tree, carefully cultivating it, fertilizing, watering, and moistening the soil—doing everything perfectly. After years of hard work, the peaches finally ripen and are ready to be picked, only to have someone else beat you to it and eat them in one bite.

No one would feel good in that situation!

"Okay, okay, if you didn't sleep, you didn't sleep."

Zhong Yuemin waved his hand and continued,

"That's a good thing. You've seen that kind of woman's photos. Who knows if she's clean or not? If she has some kind of disease, it's your good fortune to have escaped this predicament."

Gao Cheng snorted coldly, then lay back down stiffly, his back to Zhong Yuemin.

Zhong Yuemin didn't seem to mind and continued:

"If you don't still have feelings for that woman, then why are you lying in bed like a corpse every day? Who are you putting on an act for?"

"None of your business!" Gao Cheng replied in a muffled voice.

"If you really want a woman,"

Zhong Yuemin changed his approach.

"I have a lot of young female workers in my factory, and many of them are hardworking and reliable. I can introduce you to a few later. You can choose whichever you like."

Gao Cheng simply pulled the blanket over his head and completely ignored him.

"Ugh……"

Zhong Yuemin sighed, stood up,

"Alright, Brother Cheng, I came here today because I really had something I wanted to discuss with you, to see if you were interested in working together to do some legitimate business, like... opening a hotel together or something. Since you're not interested, then forget it, I'll find someone else."

After saying that, he made a move to turn around and leave.

He had just taken one step out.

"What did you say?!"

The high-powered camera on the bed, equipped with springs, suddenly sat up again. This time, its eyes finally showed a different light, filled with surprise and a hint of urgency.

"You...you want to open a hotel?"

"yes,"

Zhong Yuemin stopped and looked back at him.

"It's that storefront you liked before, the guy who scammed you. I later found out he's a gambler with a ton of debt. His parents were driven to desperation and the family urgently needed money to pay off the debt."

I simply stepped in and bought the entire storefront, along with a small plot of land behind it. We're currently working on renovations, and if things go smoothly, we could open for business next month. How about it, interested in joining us?"

Gao Cheng's eyes widened, and his breathing quickened: "You...you're telling the truth? You're not lying to me?"

"Do you think I have nothing better to do than come all this way to scam you?"

Zhong Yuemin chuckled.

"If you don't believe me, put on your clothes now and come with me to see for yourself."

"Go, go now!"

Without saying a word, Gao Cheng hurriedly put on his clothes, not even bothering to wash his face or straighten his hair, and urged him on.

"Go, go, go..."

He'd been feeling down these past few days, the initial shock of being deceived by a woman being the trigger. But after calming down, he realized his younger sister was right—with his looks and qualities, what did she want from him? He was mostly angry at his own foolishness and naivety.

But what truly broke him was a deep sense of defeat. He had quit his teaching job, his dream of opening a restaurant had been shattered before it even began, and now, nearing forty, he had accomplished nothing, was empty-handed, and felt utterly defeated.

Now, Zhong Yuemin's words were like a lifeline suddenly thrown to him, and regardless of whether they were true or false, he wanted to hold on to them tightly.

Zhong Yuemin drove the brother and sister straight to their previous shop. When they arrived, the place was indeed bustling with activity. Workers were going in and out, carrying materials, hammering and banging, and the renovation was quite noisy. The old signboard had been removed, and the interior layout was being drastically renovated.

"boss!"

"Hello, Mr. Zhong!"

The passing workers and supervisors all greeted Zhong Yuemin.

A middle-aged man dressed simply but neatly jogged up to greet them. It was Ma Weimin, who had been humiliated by the manager at the entrance of the hotel and resigned in anger. He was now the head of the kitchen and the logistics manager of the hotel that was under construction.

"Mr. Zhong, what brings you here today?" Ma Weimin asked with a smile, looking much better than when they last met.

"Old Ma, the progress is good, it looks fast. Will it be able to open on time next month?" Zhong Yuemin looked at the site.

"With your ample financial investment and full support, Mr. Zhong, the money is in place, and the manpower and materials are all in place, there will definitely be no problem!" Ma Weimin said confidently.