I rely on unlimited life extension

As he spoke, his thin, bony fingers gripped the carved armrests of the rattan chair tightly, his knuckles turning white from the effort. He used the armrests for support, exerting a little force to try and lift his heavy body.

The rattan chair creaked softly, as if it could no longer bear the weight.

Upon seeing this, Cheng Yi quickly stepped forward and steadily supported the old man's arm. He could clearly feel that beneath the loose skin on the old man's arm, the tendons and bones still retained a certain strength.

The two, one old and one young, slowly walked to an old banyan tree. The tree trunk was so thick that it took two people to hug it. The bark was covered with cracks of varying depths, much like the deep wrinkles on an old man's face.

The King of Thailand reached out and gently stroked the crisscrossing grooves on the tree bark, his fingertips brushing against the protruding knots. His voice betrayed his weariness: "I'm getting old, and my body is becoming increasingly weak. I'm always out of breath at night. Your brother is useless; he doesn't even understand the basics of court affairs. Cheng Yi, would you be willing to come back to Thailand with me and help me manage those national affairs?"

Cheng Yi quickly waved his hand, his tone a mix of amusement and exasperation: "Old man, we've only known each other for less than half an hour. Even if you're willing, I'm not."

Look at all the companies and assets I have around the world, which one of them have I personally overseen? Even if I lay around all day without doing anything, I could live comfortably for the rest of my life. There's no need to worry about that; wouldn't it be exhausting to deal with so many troublesome things?

The King of Thailand sighed, raised his hand and patted his shoulder, the warmth of his palm carrying the weight of years: "Just for the sake of my old bones, I'm over eighty years old, my health is deteriorating day by day, and I still have to deal with all sorts of powerful figures and dignitaries both inside and outside Thailand every day, saying things I don't mean. Come and help me, okay?"

Cheng Yi laughed and raised an eyebrow, saying, "Don't give me that. If I were that easily fooled, do you think I could have amassed such a fortune? By the way, old man, don't you find it strange? I've only been out of university for two years, so how come I have so many assets?"

The King of Thailand smiled confidently, a hint of arrogance flashing in his eyes: "This just proves you are a descendant of my golden bloodline. Which generation of my Rama family hasn't been blessed with exceptional talent? What is this little bit of property?"

"Damn it, this old man is too arrogant!" Cheng Yi cursed inwardly. He had fought his way through countless battles and near-death experiences in the story world, and this old man actually wanted to conclude his life with a single sentence of "a genius".

He didn't reply, but just rolled his eyes at the King and turned his head to look at the flower bushes in the distance.

The Thai king's smile deepened, and he said slowly, "Don't blame me, child. As a ruler who has seen many ups and downs, to be honest, what you have is nothing but a small fry in my eyes."

"Surely not, old man?" Cheng Yi glanced at him sideways, his tone tinged with resentment. "Even though you're the King of Thailand, don't think you can intimidate me so easily. I've seen it all. Even if I can't be called a big shot now, I can still have a say in my own circle and have a bit of influence."

The King of Thailand burst into laughter, the sound of which rustled the leaves in the trees: "Child, don't blame me for pouring cold water on you. You must understand that the end of the business world is the beginning of the political world."

Do you know how many business tycoons around the world are desperate to break into politics? Only by entering politics can you be the one wielding the knife; otherwise, no matter how much wealth you have, you're nothing more than a fish on a chopping block, at the mercy of others.

Cheng Yi fell silent; he knew the King of Thailand was telling the truth.

The old man in front of me endured half his life, and in one fell swoop he successfully rebelled and ousted the longest-reigning Thai king in history. His methods and vision are beyond what I can compare to.

In terms of experience and understanding, I am indeed still too inexperienced.

But he still firmly shook his head: "I don't want my life to become a machine that never stops, being pushed around by all sorts of things every day."

I just want to sleep until I naturally wake up, count money until my hands cramp, go wherever I want to travel, and try cuisines from all over the world. That's the life I want, and I don't want to change the course of my life because of you.

The King patted him on the shoulder, his tone softening: "I understand, it's indeed too difficult for you to suddenly accept things that don't belong to your life. But, you still carry the blood of my Rama family..."

“You already have a son,” Cheng Yi interrupted him, her tone direct. “Don’t waste your energy on me. Can’t you just discipline him properly?”

The King of Thailand sighed, his voice full of helplessness: "I have been training him for sixty years... Both he and I are tired."

He paused, his eyes dimming. "My health is deteriorating day by day. Although I can still protect you for now, if I'm gone... I'm afraid I'll see the scene I least want to see."

Cheng Yi's voice turned cold, his tone carrying a hint of warning: "Last time, he laid a hand on my woman, and I let him off the hook for your sake. But that's the only chance you'll get."

If he remains obstinate, old man, you should go back and have a good talk with him. Tell him I won't take anything from him, but he shouldn't mess with me either.

The King of Thailand looked at him and suddenly smiled, his eyes filled with complex emotions: "Child, although you have some foundation, you do not yet truly possess the temperament of a ruler—you lack the ruthlessness and heartlessness, and you do not understand hypocrisy and the art of weighing options. You must know that in a pride of lions, there can only be one adult male lion."

Cheng Yi rolled her eyes at him and pouted, "Don't try to apply your jungle law to me. I just want to live a peaceful and wealthy life, isn't that good enough?"

The King of Thailand gave him a deep look and sighed deeply: "You are just like me when I was young, I also had such naive ideas. It's a pity that nothing and no one in this world is unchanging."

Cheng Yi glanced at him sideways, a hint of wariness in his eyes: "Old man, I feel like you're digging a big pit for me, waiting for me to jump in?"

The Thai king revealed a sly smile, ignoring his words and instead changing the subject: "According to my investigation, you are very close to He Hongsen's daughter?"

"What do you mean by 'getting very close'?" Cheng Yi immediately retorted, "We fell in love at first sight, and we're truly in love!"

The King of Thailand laughed heartily, the wrinkles around his eyes crinkling into a deep knot: "Good, good, good, truly in love. Back in the day, Valina and I were the same; we knew it was meant to be. Ah, youth is truly wonderful..."

His gaze drifted into the distance, carrying a hint of distant memories and longing, as if he were seeing his younger self through the passage of time.

Cheng Yi raised an eyebrow in confusion: "Why are you asking this? Do you want to help me propose marriage? Let me make it clear first, I can handle this myself, you don't need to worry about it."

The Thai King smiled and nodded: "Of course I'm relieved. After all, they haven't even entered the door yet, and you've already poured over 10 billion into the Ho family's Coloane Island project."

"Let alone Ho Hung-sen, even I would be tempted by such a generous son-in-law."

Cheng Yi chuckled and leaned closer: "Old man, you don't happen to have a daughter who's getting married, do you?"

The King of Thailand laughed and patted him on the shoulder: "Don't talk nonsense, that's your sister."

"Tch, I've never even met them, what sisters or cousins?" Cheng Yi scoffed. "Ask them if they even recognize me as an outsider who wants a share of Dad's inheritance?"

The King of Thailand gave a wry smile, his tone becoming more sincere: "To be honest, the He family's daughter is indeed quite remarkable; she has courage and resourcefulness."

“Of course,” Cheng Yi immediately raised his chin, his face full of pride. “How could the woman I chose be bad?”

"I heard that you've transferred a lot of your company's authority to her?"

The King of Thailand asked, "She's already busy enough with UNESCO, does she have time to manage these things?"

Cheng Yi waved his hand dismissively: "She didn't tell me she was busy, so she should be able to handle it. If it really doesn't work out, I can always find two more capable women to help her."

Upon hearing this, the King of Thailand nodded and laughed, "Alright, you young people can do whatever you want with yourselves."

He paused, as if suddenly remembering something, "I remember you've only been to Thailand once, and for a short time, just a few days. But now, many people in Thailand support you. How is that possible?"

Cheng Yi was stunned, her eyes widening: "What are you talking about? What support? Who supports me?"

The King of Thailand smiled calmly, offering no explanation, but instead asked, "You were born and raised in China, and your education is also biased towards the Chinese style. If you were to become the King of Thailand one day, wouldn't the relationship between China and Thailand become even closer?"

Cheng Yi suddenly reached out and touched the King's forehead, looking serious: "Old man, are you running a fever? Why are you starting to talk nonsense? Should I take your pulse?"

The King of Thailand chuckled and said, "Your medical skills are quite remarkable?"

Cheng Yi immediately straightened his back, his face full of pride: "I dare not boast about anything else, but when it comes to medical skills and cooking, let me tell you this, I dare to claim second place, and no one dares to claim first place!"

The King of Thailand nodded seriously: "Is that so? Then please, this divine physician, examine my health condition."

Cheng Yi helped him to the small bridge in the center of the garden, let him sit on the bench by the bridge, and said, "Come on, stretch out your hand, let me show you my medical skills, they are not just empty words."

After saying that, he silently put on the title of "Immortal Physician" in his mind and activated the detection effect of the Divine Physician skill. Instantly, a warm current flowed into his fingertips.

A minute later, Cheng Yi withdrew his hand, his tone somewhat solemn: "You have old injuries of varying degrees in your brain and lungs. It seems that being the King of Thailand is indeed not easy for you! The rest are just aging organs, decreased immunity, and poor blood circulation, but nothing too serious."

But to be honest, you're not young anymore. Don't put too much effort into some things; after all, you're not a young person anymore.

The Thai king's eyes widened in astonishment: "Traditional Chinese medicine is indeed powerful, but to the extent you've described, I've never seen anything like it before."

Cheng Yi laughed and said, "What's this? If you stay here for a week, I'll use Chinese medicine and acupuncture to give you a good treatment. I guarantee you'll live ten years longer than you are now, no problem."

The Thai king's eyes lit up instantly, like sparks igniting in the darkness: "You think I can live another ten years?"

Cheng Yi rolled her eyes at him: "What do you mean by living for ten years? Didn't you understand what I just said? It means living for another ten years on top of your current lifespan."

The King of Thailand stared at him blankly for a long time before slowly letting out a sigh of relief and saying with a wry smile, "If your medical skills are really as miraculous as you say, then I understand where your wealth came from."

Cheng Yi sighed: "Chatting with you upper-class people is exhausting. Is it really meaningful to spend all day scheming and plotting?"

The King of Thailand raised his head and looked at the birds hopping among the treetops, his voice tinged with a sense of vicissitude: "There is a saying in China: 'When you're in the world, you're not in control of your own destiny.'"

Heaven is fair; the more you gain in a position of power, the more you lose. To be honest, it's been a long time since I've had a conversation with someone so calmly and peacefully.

Cheng Yi pursed her lips, her tone firm: "Seeing you like this, I have even less desire to be in a position of power."

The King of Thailand slowly stood up, supported by Cheng Yi's arm. Cheng Yi quickly added more strength and carefully helped him up.

The two, one old and one young, continued their leisurely stroll through the garden.

Inside the garden, artificial hills rise in verdant layers, and clear springs flow over the rocks, tinkling melodiously. Along the paths, various flowers bloom in competition, filling the air with a refreshing fragrance. Occasionally, a few colorful butterflies flutter among the flowers, creating a truly idyllic scene reminiscent of a secluded paradise.

After passing through winding corridors and a neatly trimmed bamboo grove, you will reach the end of the garden.

A young woman dressed in a white maid outfit stood respectfully by the roadside. Her hair was neatly styled in a bun, and her makeup was light. Upon seeing the two approaching, she immediately bowed and spoke in a voice as soft as a feather brushing against one's heart: "The banquet is ready. Please proceed to the restaurant, esteemed guests."

Following the woman through a carved wooden door, we entered the restaurant area. From afar, we saw the lady we had met before standing smiling at the restaurant entrance. She was wearing an elegant cheongsam, which made her figure appear even more graceful and dignified.

Beside the lady stood a middle-aged man, tall and straight with deep eyes, exuding a calm and dignified aura.

When Cheng saw this man, she felt her eyes swell and sting, and her heart felt as if it had been hit hard by something. A thousand words welled up on her lips, but she didn't know where to begin.

Just then, three crisp "ding-dong" sounds rang in my ears, and the system notification tone sounded urgently:

[System Warning: Punisher, the national boss is approaching, extremely dangerous. Your exclusive supernatural ability "Heavenly Eye" is being upgraded.]

[System Warning: Punisher, the national boss is approaching, extremely dangerous. Your exclusive supernatural ability "Heavenly Eye" is being upgraded.]

[System Warning: Punisher, the national boss is approaching, extremely dangerous. Your exclusive supernatural ability "Heavenly Eye" is being upgraded.]

Cheng Yi's heart skipped a beat: Hmm? The national boss? Could it be that the highest-ranking official is the national boss? Then why didn't the King of Thailand trigger any notifications?

[System notification: The King of Thailand is a foreign head of state and is not included in this category.]

"Okay, you're right."

Cheng Yi rolled his eyes inwardly, trying to suppress the turmoil in his heart, and turned his gaze to the King of Thailand beside him.

The King's face was now solemn. He clasped his hands together in a standard Thai greeting to the couple opposite him, and said with genuine gratitude, "Thank you both for your help in finding him and resolving this great regret of my life."

The gentleman opposite nodded slightly, looking at the three of them with a calm gaze, without speaking immediately.