I rely on unlimited life extension

[System notification: Punisher, your title promotion quest is complete. Please leave this story world as soon as possible.]

Cheng Yi had just landed when he was stunned by this message: "What does this mean? Can't I stay a few more days?"

[System notification: In the real world, the Thai heir to the throne may pose a threat to the women around you. Please prepare accordingly.]

"Tsk, they really can't let people have any peace." Cheng Yi clicked his tongue and no longer hesitated.

Suddenly, a portal tore open in the sky ahead, and a familiar city night view could be vaguely seen in the pale blue halo.

With a light tap of his flying sword, he disappeared into the teleportation portal. A flash of white light, and the portal vanished instantly, as if it had never existed.

[System Notification: Grandmaster-level Punisher, story cooldown time: 84 hours.]

The dizziness was even worse than last time. Cheng Yi kept his eyes tightly shut until he felt the familiar leather touch on his buttocks and heard the low hum of a car engine in his ears. Only then did he slowly open his eyes—sure enough, he was sitting in the driver's seat of his taxi. Outside the window was a sea of ​​neon lights in the night of Beijing, with cars flowing like a river.

He casually tapped on his phone, and the screen was filled with a dense list of missed calls that almost overflowed the interface. There were calls from Yang Mi, Fan Binbin, and several unknown numbers.

With a swipe of his finger, Cheng selected and deleted all the items, his movements swift and decisive.

"System, find out exactly who the Thai King's heir is. Should I go and take care of it for him directly?"

[System notification: As the holder of the golden bloodline, you must seize the Thai throne. This heir is the only contender and must be eliminated, but you cannot do so personally.]

"Hey, what kind of logic is that? He can kill me, but I can't fight back? What kind of background did those mercenaries sent to the capital last time have?"

[System notification: Searching... This is a Southeast Asian dark web mercenary who entered the country as a tourist.]

"The dark web?" Cheng Yi pondered, stroking his chin. "How about I post an assassination mission on the dark web and take him down?"

[System notification: The system can post on your behalf and guarantees anonymity, but if he/she gets into trouble, you will be the prime suspect.]

"So I'm helpless against him?" Cheng frowned.

[System notification: The King of Thailand is currently visiting China, and the primary purpose of his trip is to see you—he believes you to be his illegitimate child who has been living abroad.]

Cheng Yi's eyes suddenly lit up: "Acknowledge this identity? If he acknowledges me, wouldn't I become a prince? Directly inherit the throne?"

[System notification: Is the Punisher willing to find himself a father?]

"Nonsense, who would want that?" Cheng Yi rolled her eyes. "But I could become the King of Thailand! If he acknowledges me, wouldn't I automatically be the heir?"

[System notification: The King of Thailand wishes to meet you and has implicitly accepted your identity. On the day of the meeting, the system will arrange for an assassination attempt. The prime suspect will be your never-before-seen 'brother'.]

Cheng Yi's heart skipped a beat, and she pressed, "Am I really his biological son? Or is it...?"

[System notification: Does the truth matter? The result is what matters.]

"Fine, you're ruthless." Cheng Yi was taken aback, then suddenly softened her tone, "Then... could you try to find my biological parents?"

[System notification: The book title is "I Rely on Infinite Life Extension," not "I Rely on Infinite Parent Search."]

"Fine, never mind." Cheng Yi chuckled, suppressing the inexplicable melancholy in her heart, and opened her contacts to send a video call request to Fan Binbin.

The call connected quickly, and loud music came from the screen.

Fan Binbin, dressed in a fiery red evening gown with a conservative neckline and a slit in the skirt that reached her calves, was holding her phone and walking towards a secluded spot, still wearing the smile she had worn at the banquet: "Big boss, what's the matter?"

"I want to see you," Cheng Yi said calmly.

Fan Binbin was startled and quickly hid in the emergency exit in the corner of the banquet hall. After looking around, he said seriously, "Yang Mi is with me and Liu Tao at the Kempinski Hotel, attending the Bazaar Charity Night. Wait for me, I'll be right back."

"No need, I'll come find you. I haven't eaten yet."

"Then drive carefully," Fan Binbin instructed before hanging up the phone, her cheeks slightly flushed.

Cheng Yi drove to the Kempinski Hotel and, on a whim, instantly changed from his casual clothes into a well-tailored tuxedo. The silver-gray fabric shimmered softly under the streetlights, and the bow tie at the collar was meticulously tied, perfectly suited to the occasion.

As soon as he entered the hotel lobby, he saw Yang Mi, Fan Binbin, and Liu Tao standing at the elevator entrance waiting for him.

Yang Mi was wearing a champagne-colored dress, her long hair loosely tied up with a few strands falling beside her cheeks. She smiled and greeted him when she saw him, reaching out to hug his waist: "I was worried that you wouldn't be able to get out if you weren't wearing a dress."

"It's your first time at this kind of event, so I have to save you some face." Cheng Yi pinched her cheek.

"So well-behaved today?" Yang Mi looked up at him, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "I'll give you a reward when we get back."

Fan Binbin stood there with a smile on her lips, but Cheng Yi walked straight over and gave her a big hug.

"Mmm..." Fan Binbin groaned softly as he was hugged, her body going limp. She playfully pushed his shoulder away, saying, "What are you doing? There are so many people watching."

Cheng Yi smiled and let go of her, then turned to Liu Tao beside her.

Liu Tao wore a lake-blue fishtail dress that accentuated her snow-white skin, but she seemed a little flustered, unsure of what to do with her hands. She mustered her courage and smiled, saying, "Mr. Cheng, hello, I am Liu Tao."

Cheng Yi looked her up and down, then asked bluntly, "Is the divorce process complete?"

Liu Tao's cheeks tightened, and he nodded nervously, "Yes, thank you..."

"Stop." Cheng Yi raised his hand to interrupt. "I did what I promised you, and you have to do what you promised me."

Yang Mi quickly came over and took Liu Tao's arm, giving Cheng Yi a reproachful look: "Liu Tao just arrived, don't scare him."

"Why would I scare her?" Cheng Yi rolled her eyes at her, then looked at Liu Tao with a shrewd businessman's gaze. "We'll be relying on her to make money in the future, so we can't skimp on a single penny."

Yang Mi shook her head helplessly, then suddenly remembered something: "Oh right, I transferred two security teams from Jefushi to follow me closely."

"You don't need to tell me about this," Cheng Yi waved his hand dismissively. "It's our own company, it's just a matter of spending a little more money. Did what happened last time scare Yang's parents?"

Yang Mi shook her head, her tone becoming more relaxed: "The people you sent were very professional and weren't frightened at all. Now when they go out, they have at least two bodyguards with them."

Cheng Yi sighed: "I've dragged them down with me."

"Don't say that, you didn't expect this either." Yang Mi looked up at him to comfort him, "How about we send them on a trip abroad? Let them take this opportunity to relax."

“Okay, I’ll talk to them sometime.” Cheng nodded. Yang’s parents had always been kind to him, and they really should be taken care of.

Liu Tao, who was standing next to him, felt his heart pounding.

The conversation between these three was so strange—"the people sent," "implicated," "security," and the natural intimacy between Cheng Yi, Yang Mi, and Fan Binbin was completely unlike that of ordinary friends.

She looked at Cheng Yi, then at Yang Mi and Fan Binbin, her mind filled with a mountain of questions.

Upon entering the banquet hall, Cheng Yi was truly awestruck by the sight before him—crystal chandeliers shone like a galaxy, a red carpet stretched across the floor, and the air was filled with the fragrance of fine clothes and the elegance of women.

Celebrities from all walks of life strolled around, some chatting and laughing while holding champagne, others posing for the camera, and the charity auction list on the wall gleamed with gold, exuding luxury everywhere.

But Cheng didn't look at any of these.

He headed straight for the food section, which was filled with exquisite cold dishes, desserts, and roast meats.

He picked up a large plate and placed it in front of him. With his left hand, he held a lobster tail, with his right hand forking a steak, and a macaron stuffed in his mouth. His cheeks were bulging, making him look like he had just been released from a starving prison.

The surrounding celebrities were all stunned.

Who has ever seen someone eat like this at the Bazaar Charity Night? This person is wearing a haute couture tuxedo and is quite handsome, but the way they eat is just too... unrestrained.

What's even more puzzling is that he looks completely unfamiliar; he's neither an actor nor a director. How did he manage to get in?

"Who is he?" a young actress quietly asked her manager.

The agent shook his head: "Never seen him before. Judging from Yang Mi and Fan Binbin's attitude towards him... he must be someone important."

Regardless of what others thought, Cheng Yi continued to add crab roe fried rice, saying, "You guys take your time with your socializing, I'll have something to eat first."

Yang Mi shook her head helplessly, gently pinched Fan Binbin's wrist with her fingertips, and gestured for her to walk into the depths of the crowd together.

Out of the corner of his eye, however, he couldn't help but glance at the food section—Cheng Yi was holding a large blue-and-white porcelain plate, a shiny Boston lobster in his left hand, and a medium-rare filet mignon on a silver fork in his right. His cheeks were bulging, and sauce was dripping down his chin. He just raised his hand and wiped it haphazardly with his sleeve. The way he wolfed it down made him look like he had just been released from a hunger prison.

"It's still more real as it is now," Yang Mi sighed inwardly, a gentle smile unconsciously curving her lips.

She couldn't help but recall the first time she brought Cheng Yi home for dinner. He was wearing a faded school uniform, sitting awkwardly in the corner of the table, holding a bowl of white rice. He hesitated for a long time before picking up a piece of green vegetable. He ate the rice slowly for more than half an hour, and the chopsticks touched the rim of the bowl as lightly as feathers, just like a frightened deer.

Compared to those celebrities and tycoons who hold champagne and fake smiles, speaking with a calculating air, Cheng Yi's unpretentious and vibrant demeanor exudes a reassuring charm.

Cheng Yi had no time to pay attention to the stares coming from those around her.

Those whispers and inquisitive stares were no different from pebbles on the roadside in his eyes—a bunch of passersby who didn't even deserve a line, why would a master-level Punisher be distracted?

He had just added 180 free attribute points as a reward from the system, and his blood and qi surged as if they were on fire, while his stomach felt incredibly empty.

At this moment, the lobster, steak, and oysters on the table seemed to have grown legs, vying to jump into his mouth: the plump oysters dipped in lemon juice slid down his throat, carrying the freshness of the sea; the caramelized steak was so delicious that it made his mouth water, and the juices exploded on his tongue; even the mango mousse after the meal was dug up by him like a small barren mountain.

Only after finishing the third plate of food did he pat his round belly, close his eyes, lean back in the velvet chair, and exhale a long breath of stale air. He was so comfortable that he almost hummed out loud, and his whole body felt relaxed.

A fair arm held out a steaming cup of chrysanthemum tea, the rim of the celadon cup still adorned with dried chrysanthemum petals, and a faint chrysanthemum fragrance mingled with the steam.

Cheng Yi opened his eyes, casually took the cup, the temperature of the cup was just right to warm his hands. He looked up at Liu Tao, raised an eyebrow and said, "Why didn't you go to the social event? Why didn't you take this opportunity to network with your old friends and connections?"

Liu Tao stood to the side, her lake-blue fishtail skirt trailing on the ground like a calm lake, making her skin appear even whiter than snow.

She chuckled softly, a hint of self-deprecation in her voice: "I've been out of the industry for years, and my connections have mostly disappeared. Besides, with such a huge debt on my shoulders, people are avoiding me like the plague, so who would dare to come up and talk to me?"

Cheng Yi chuckled and picked up a strawberry with a silver fork: "Your circle is really realistic."

"Isn't Mr. Cheng also in this industry?" Liu Tao blinked, his tone sly. "You've acted in Director Xu's films, and I've heard that many production teams want to have you on their shows."

"You want me to be on a show?" Cheng Yi scoffed as if she'd heard a joke. "I'm not an actor. Who would be so foolish as to think that?"

"It's true," Liu Tao said seriously. "Recently, there's a talent show with mentors like Brother Yuan Long, Director Feng Dagang, and Teacher Zhang Guoli. The production team sent an invitation to Boss Yang, specifically asking you to be a contestant."

"Isn't that an actor's job? What does it have to do with me? I'm not a real actor," Cheng Yi said casually, fiddling with the blueberries on her plate.

"You didn't know?" Liu Tao was a little surprised. "A few days ago, Director Xu's movie 'Lost in Thailand' released a teaser trailer and some clips, which included scenes of you demolishing a building and falling from it. It's still in the top ten trending topics."

Cheng Yi raised an eyebrow, a smile involuntarily spreading across her face: "So, I'm famous?"

"It's more than just being famous." Liu Tao smiled sincerely. "Director Xu specifically mentioned you in the interview, saying that your scene of breaking wood and bricks was real skill. Not only did you not use a stunt double, but even the materials were real."

More importantly, in the final scene, when you fell from the building, that shot was taken in one continuous take, showing you actually hit the ground—anyone else would have been rushed to the hospital long ago.”

Cheng Yi was overjoyed inside, but he pretended to be nonchalant and tapped the plate with his silver fork: "That kind of difficulty is a piece of cake."

Liu Tao's flattery came naturally and without any deliberate effort, without a trace of obsequiousness. In just a few words, he had narrowed the distance between himself and Cheng Yi.

Cheng Yi was happy to hear the beautiful woman praise him, and followed up by asking about the origins of this charity night.

"The organizer is Harper's Bazaar magazine, which has a ten-year history and is considered one of the most prestigious charity galas in the industry."

Liu Tao explained, and casually mentioned a few interesting anecdotes from the fashion industry: "Harper's Bazaar magazine belongs to China Fashion Media Group, and it has a lot of influence in the fashion world."

"Huaxia Fashion Media Group?" Cheng Yi suddenly froze, then slapped his thigh – wasn't this the company he received shares in as a reward for wiping out a family? He was still the largest shareholder!

So it turns out that this glittering charity gala is actually one of my own businesses?

Cheng Yi looked around. Crystal chandeliers sparkled like a galaxy, a red carpet was laid out, and the air was filled with the fragrance of clothes and the elegance of people.

Familiar and unfamiliar celebrities chatted and laughed while raising champagne, the charity auction list on the wall gleamed with gold, and the air was filled with the scent of champagne and fine perfumes.

He suddenly felt a little dazed—without realizing it, he had already reached such a height.