The number one spendthrift woman in the capital actually brings glory to her entire family?

It was already nightfall. A gentle night breeze had calmed the sweltering air, and the streets of the capital were ablaze with lights and teeming with people.

Inside the Hilton Hotel, Meng Benbo, Mei Ruhua, their eight bodyguard brothers, and the newly arrived, portly Zhu Si were enjoying a hearty meal around a table laden with delicious dishes. After a satisfying meal, they leisurely rested and sipped tea, patting their bulging bellies. Then, Deputy General Meng Benbo glanced at the mess of cups and plates on the table and suddenly remembered the words left behind by Lord Sikong when he left—

"Hey, we ate it all? Not even a drop of soup. Isn't that impolite? The adults will be angry, you're so stingy..."

Upon hearing Meng Benbo's words, Mei Ruhua and Zhu Si were also taken aback. They then remembered that Sikong Jin had asked them to leave him some food before leaving. The group looked at each other in bewilderment. The eight brothers of the guards had made a hasty retreat. In any case, that was a matter for the higher-ups. Once they had eaten and drunk their fill, they should leave.

"How about I go outside and get him a bowl of plain noodles? With a fried egg, that's what adults like to eat..."

After a long period of deliberation, Vice General Mei Ruhua spoke in a low voice.

"One serving? And two fried eggs..."

Meng Benbo made the suggestion.

The strategist Zhu Si smiled and glanced at the two men whose faces showed slight panic. He calmly said, "Are you two being foolish? Just order another table after you finish eating. Anyway, it's Lord Sikong Ming's money. The Sikong family is rich and powerful, what's there to be afraid of? Lord Sikong has ripped us off so many times, this time we'll rip off his cousin. What's wrong with that?"

Upon hearing this, the two were stunned for a moment, then nodded repeatedly. Under the surprised gaze of the beautiful waitress, they ordered another table of sumptuous food and wine, and specifically stated that the bill should be placed under the name of Inspector Sikong Ming of the Central State Association's Judicial Gate. Since Sikong Ming had spoken so boldly when he came over, the waitress naturally had no doubts and quickly served the dishes.

Before long, Lord Sikong arrived, bringing with him an incredibly handsome little boy...

"grown ups!"

The group rose and bowed, but their eyes remained fixed on Sikong Mo.

"Sit down. This is my younger brother, Sikong Mo, also known as Xiao Mo. These are my elder brother's capable assistants. This is your Brother Meng, this is your Uncle Zhu, and this is your Sister Mei. Quickly greet them!"

Sikong Mo nodded obediently and said in his childish voice, "Brother Meng, Sister Mei, Uncle Zhu!"

"Sir, why am I called Uncle Zhu? And they are my older brothers and sisters?"

Upon hearing this, Chief Strategist Zhu protested with great dissatisfaction, "My lord, I am only twenty-three years old this year!"

Sikong Jin raised an eyebrow dismissively, pulled Sikong Mo to sit down, and replied, "Don't tell me you want Xiao Mo to call you Pig Brother? Or Pig Brother? Look at your figure..."

"What's wrong with my physique? Meng Benbo is so dark-skinned and looks much older than me. Why is he the older brother and I'm the uncle?"

"Bullshit! I'm only twenty-three this year! How am I older than you?"

Ignoring the two who were attacking each other again, Lord Sikong considerately served food to Sikong Mo, speaking in a gentle tone, "Good lad, eat up, it's all delicious."

Sikong Mo's clear eyes brightened slightly as he looked at the food his older brother had put on his plate. He raised his chin, revealing a pair of cute little tiger teeth, and picked up his chopsticks, ready to eat, when he suddenly remembered his mother, Su Yue, at home...

Seeing this, Sikong Jin smiled slightly, "After you finish eating, take some back to your mother."

As he spoke, he turned to the waitress and said, "Miss, please pack me a serving of Eight Treasure Stewed Pigeon, Crispy Osmanthus Cake, and Nine Treasure Bird's Nest Porridge. Those are the best for nourishing the skin and improving complexion. Please prepare one serving every day and deliver it to the Crescent Moon Pavilion at the Sikong Mansion, okay?"

"Yes, Lord Sikong!"

The waitress responded with a smile.

"By the way, didn't you say the inn you just found wasn't very nice? Luckily, I'm quite familiar with the manager of this Hilton, and he's willing to give us a discount. Each room is only five taels a day, while others are charging one hundred taels. They're taking into account the subsidy from the Sikong Mansion. Whether you stay or not is up to you. The Emperor's birthday banquet is approaching, and the Seventh Four-Star Assembly of the Central Plains Society is about to be held. The inns in the capital are fully booked, and the post stations are very dirty and chaotic..."

Sikong Jin placed a piece of braised fish on Sikong Mo's plate, tilted her head, and whispered in Vice General Mei's ear, "And let me tell you a secret, it seems that Prince Tang and General Ji both invested in this Hilton Hotel."

……

When Lord Sikong emerged from his satisfying meal, he saw Meng Benbo and a few unlucky fellows, including Zhu Si, excitedly carrying their bundles and rushing towards him. They were all thinking the same thing—

Anyway, the Sikong family paid 95% of the money. It's the most luxurious hotel in the capital, with all-inclusive service. Anyone who doesn't stay there is a fool!

That's right!

You guys are just a bunch of happy idiots...

The night was deep, but the streets outside were still bustling with activity, with pedestrians crowding back and forth like a surging tide.

Sikong Mo happily clutched the silver notes and banknotes that Lord Sikong had given him, his clear eyes sparkling with admiration. He stared intently at Sikong Jin beside him, who was grabbing the tablecloth and scooping up a large pile of broken silver coins. Then he looked up at the Zhuang family member beside him, who had a mournful face, and a hint of pity appeared on his handsome face.

"Here, you can use this to win back your losses!"

Lord Sikong stuffed the bundle into Sikong Mo's arms, casually tossed a silver ingot to the poor farmer, and then pulled Sikong Mo away.

She has always had excellent gambling etiquette and would never take advantage of a situation to kill someone outright. This is her rule, and it is precisely because of this small rule that she has a good reputation in the underworld. Most people in the underworld respect her, Nan Chen 002, and her network of connections is astonishing. This is one of the reasons why she has been able to thrive here.

Of course, if they are sworn enemies, then that's a different story.

It was already late at night when they returned to the Sikong Mansion, but the gates were brightly lit and heavily guarded.

"Lord Sikong, please wait!"

Just as Sikong Jin was about to step through the door, a rapid sound of horses' hooves suddenly came from behind her, accompanied by anxious shouts.

Sikong Jin quickly stopped in her tracks, turned around and looked in the direction of the sound, a look of surprise appearing between her brows, "Guard Wang?"

"Lord Sikong! I'm so glad to finally see you! I've been here several times already!"

The guard, panting heavily, handed a red invitation to Lord Sikong. "Lord Sikong, my master was overjoyed to hear of your return and has specially arranged a banquet tomorrow at noon at the Hilton Hotel on Chaoyang Street to personally welcome you back. General Ji Wuge will also be a distinguished guest. Oh, and my master has asked that you not wear your official robes..."

Should we host a banquet to welcome her back and wash away the dust of her journey?

Tang Jingyao?

Ji Wuge?

Sikong Jin narrowed his eyes slightly, a cunning smile flashing in them. "Go back and report to Prince Tang that I will be attending the banquet on time tomorrow."