Guilongchao: I played the domineering CEO to the bone.

Perhaps it's because his biological clock has gone out of whack? Min Moyou is still full of energy and vigor.

In short, the drowsiness I had felt earlier completely disappeared.

He casually grabbed a bathrobe from nearby—not caring whether it was his or not—and wrapped it around himself.

He walked to a floor-to-ceiling window and opened the curtains that were originally closed to both sides, letting the long-awaited sunlight bathe him warmly.

Looking out the window at Nakaura Ward, I saw a bustling scene with countless people working hard to make a living, and a sense of satisfaction welled up inside me.

Tong hid in a corner of the bed, tightly pulling the blanket around herself, making sure she was completely covered.

She knelt down, curled up, her hair disheveled, her eyes vacant, the blush on her body still lingering, and she just stared blankly ahead.

"I thought you were going to keep crying."

Min Moyou leaned against a thick, floor-length mirror wall, speaking in a flippant tone.

The blazing sun outside the window seemed to accentuate the imposing figure of Min Moyou.

Upon hearing Min Moyou's voice, Tong regained a little bit of her composure, but remained stunned, not turning to look at him.

Even if Hitomi, the one who loves to complain, loses her most precious thing, her spirit of complaining will not be extinguished:

'Are we still going to cry...?'

What Tong saw was a chaotic "battlefield".

'We've been crying for three hours already, what's the point...?'

'Three hours...we cried all our tears...'

'All the water in my body has been lost.'

'I want to cry, but what do I have to cry with...'

......

After a long pause, Tong stiffly turned her head, looking at Min Moyou with lifeless eyes, and asked in a hoarse, dry voice:

"What...what is our relationship now...?"

Min Moyou grinned wickedly—so all this time, she'd been thinking about this?

Weren't you being pretty tough just now?

Weren't we supposed to be strangers?

Now you want to beg me for a title?

late.

It's my turn to stand up for myself.

"what relationship?"

"Don't you know that very well?"

"It's just a matter of paying your client and their agent to take on the responsibility."

"Just a passerby, aren't you?"

"Or a stranger? Are you satisfied?"

Upon hearing Min Moyou's words, Tong felt her already fragile spirit suffer another blow. Her body swayed as she sat, almost losing her balance, and she felt utterly broken.

"Passerby... stranger..."

Her eyes were filled with sorrow as she repeatedly murmured those hurtful words, her small mouth opening and closing as if she were crying, laughing, or making a fuss.

Min Moyou, however, was still not satisfied. He took out a check, wrote down the amount of one million Jiu Fang coins, and flicked his finger. The banknote floated lightly and landed right in front of Tong's eyes.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, I almost forgot to pay."

"The 'commission' you just made... you did alright, you're worth the price."

The contemptuous tone was as if it had thrown Tong's shattered heart to the ground and then crushed it into powder with a cold stone pestle.

"His-"

“Hmph—”

In a fit of rage, Tong tore the huge sum of money in front of her, which represented her favorite item, to shreds over and over again, scattering scraps of paper everywhere.

"Min, Mo, You! You—! You! Bastard!"

"Aaaaaaaahhhhhh!!!! You bastard! You bastard!"

Tong cursed loudly, her angry roar bursting from her dry throat, sounding weak but ferocious.

It seemed that even cursing was not enough to quell the anger that was about to overflow in her heart. Tong picked up a large pillow from the side and threw it in the direction of Min Moyou!

Min Moyou simply tilted her head and dodged perfectly.

"Tsk, they only ever use the same few words over and over again,"

Min Moyou shook his head dismissively, brazenly looking Tong up and down, left and right, before suddenly scoffing.

"You... are just average."

I don't know if they're referring to Tong's limited vocabulary or something else.

"Min Moyou! Min! Mo! You! You're shameless! You're a bastard!"

Even though she could clearly feel the chilling murderous intent locked onto her from the moment she threw the pillow, forcing her to remain calm, restrain herself, and not do anything rash.

But after Minmoyou's provocation, Tong was completely hooked—

Or what? Let's just drag him down with us and die together!

"Min Moyou! I'll fight you to the death!"

Tong's mind was filled with hatred for Min Moyou. Suddenly, she jumped up and used the soft, elastic mattress as a springboard to pounce straight at Min Moyou.

Like a vengeful ghost, his hair stood on end, and a phantom of a water dragon seemed to swirl and surge around him.

Minmo leaned back calmly, unmoving.

"boom!"

The nightingale suddenly darted out from Min Moyou's shadow—Tong's hateful attack was full of flaws in her eyes.

With a casual strike, Tong's wide-ranging attacks were completely thwarted, her energy dissipating instantly, sending her flying backward and landing on the cold ground.

Then, Nightingale used her body as a lock, placing Pupil before Min Moyou.

Tong lowered her head listlessly, closed her eyes wearily, as if she had already decided to accept the judgment that fate had brought.

Min Moyou, just like when they first met, pinched her chin and lifted her head.

"What? Your appetite has grown so much in such a short time?"

"One million Nine Square Coins isn't enough? How much more do you want? Ten million? Or more?"

"I don't want your stinking money!"

Min Moyou's words were like a good medicine, always able to instantly awaken Tong's spirit from its slumber and anguish.

"Your Kowloon dollars disgust me! Disgusting!"

Everything about you, including yourself, is disgusting!!!

Tong gritted her teeth and struggled to break free from Nightingale's embrace, wishing she could pounce on Min Moyou and bite off a piece of her flesh!

"Oh~ Don't like the Nine-Square Coin? How about this then?"

Min Moyou pulled out a dragon jade the size of a goose egg. It was complete, round, and lustrous, brimming with abundant dragon power—an absolutely top-quality item.

To be honest, when this piece of dragon jade was pulled out, Tong was genuinely taken aback for a second.

The supply of Dragon Realm items on the market is almost insufficient to meet the demand, and most valuable items traded between Dragon Heirs are also traded using Dragon Jade Fragments—that is, Pearls.

To be precise, Dragon Jade and Pearl are absolutely the hard currency of the Dragon Blood Realm, the kind that is priceless and unavailable. Unless it is an equally valuable item, Pearl is almost never traded among Dragon Blood members—let alone Dragon Jade.

The dragon jade that Min Moyou was holding was absolutely the only one of such top quality that Tong had ever seen in all his time in the Dragon Blood circle.

As she felt the surging dragon power contained within the dragon jade up close, Tong's intuition told her, and her instincts stemming from the dragon curse told her—such a near-perfect piece of dragon jade was enough to help her develop her second Yin Mark!

Unfortunately, this dragon jade is from Fujian.

Damn it! How come all the good stuff belongs to him?!

"I don't want it! I don't want anything from you!"

"My worth cannot be measured by these things!"

I will not accept your humiliation!

After being locked down for a second, Tong made a ruthless decision to give up the Dragon Jade and choose to fight Min Moyou to the bitter end!

"What if I had a hundred of these dragon jades?"

Minmoyou magically produced another one.

"Hiss—one hundred........."

Tong was forcibly controlled for another second.

"I don't want a hundred of them!"

Since we've decided to fight to the bitter end, let's fight to the bitter end!

Even if you have a thousand or ten thousand of them, you can't force my dignity to bend!

"I really misjudged you. Knowing you is the biggest regret of my life!"

"I really want to @￥*&……￥》《？——+~！@%"

She cursed for a full five minutes, which made Tong's already parched throat even worse. She only stopped when Tong had to cough several times to say a single word.

"Have you finished cursing?"

Min Moyou was always so fearless, completely ignoring what Tong Gui was actually saying.

It also contained a lot of Minmo You's incomprehensible dialect, but judging from Tong's expression, it must have been quite dirty...

"Then what do you want? I've always been a kind and honest person."

Pooh!

You're so kind, you're a devil!

asshole!

Tong glared fiercely at Min Moyou—she gradually calmed down and became more clear-headed as she released her anger—perhaps this is the transformation of a girl into a woman.

Everything is already set in stone. If she continues to make a scene, she'll just be a clown. She can't turn back time to the night she met Min Moyou, nor can she change anything.

He let out a long sigh and calmed himself down.

Tong's tense body relaxed as well.

"Give me a change of clothes and let me go. Just pretend I never saw you."

"This is exactly what I wanted."

The voice was flat, with a hint of deathly stillness.

"Okay, then it's up to you."

Min Moyou conjured up a set of clothes: a blue T-shirt, sports pants, sneakers, socks, and a small spirit pupil worth several Linglong Pavilions. The brand was naturally a high-end brand that the pupil wouldn't dare to shop at normally.

Tong was no longer surprised that Minmo You could conjure things up.

"Nightingale, help her get dressed, then see her off."

Min Moyou left the things behind and stopped arguing with Tong. He went into the bathroom and gave instructions.

"Yes."

Seeing Min Moyou enter the bathroom, Nightingale loosened her gaze.

With that release, Tong collapsed to the ground like a salted fish that seemed to have lost all hope in life.

She still found it hard to accept what had happened in the past half-day.

But the nightingale will help her accept it—

"Get dressed and get out of here. Don't stay here and get in the owner's way."

Tong responded and mechanically put the clothes on.

Under the watchful gaze of the nightingale, he left this sorrowful place without a trace of regret.

It's best if we never see each other again.

Tong lowered her head, dragging her exhausted and aching body, and left Kowloon Residence in a daze.

.............

"nightingale."

"Master, would you like me to help you bathe?"

"That works. Oh, and send two people to follow her."

"To prevent future troubles, Master?"

"No, keep a close eye on her."

"Master, the nightingale doesn't understand."

“What I don’t want, no one else has the right to touch. Any man who gets close to her, warn him; if he doesn’t listen, tie him up; if he resists, kill him.”

"Yes, Master. Shall we send Azalea and White Dove? Azalea is quite strong, and White Dove is proficient in using Dragon Force for communication."

"Fine, I trust your plan. Heh... She still wants to leave? She wants to pretend she doesn't know me? Do you think that's possible?"

"Of course she doesn't know what's good for her, Master."

“There will always be times when she needs me—and even if there aren’t, I’ll create a time when she can only need me… She can’t escape my grasp, she can only belong to me… I’m looking forward to the day when she begs me to love her.”

"Master is wise!"