Chapter One
As night fell, the cold moon hung high in the sky. The bright moonlight fell on the ancient castle on the edge of the city, casting a mysterious silver veil around it. Emily stood on the balcony, looking at the forest in the distance, and felt a chill rising from the bottom of her heart. Since moving to this castle, her life has become bizarre and mysterious. The cold wind in October swept across her bare shoulders, bringing a shudder. Emily subconsciously wrapped her woolen shawl tightly around her, but she couldn't feel any warmth. This castle seems to be always cold, just like its mysterious owner Lucas Black, exuding an inaccessible atmosphere. "Miss Emily," suddenly, a low voice sounded behind her, "You'll catch a cold if you're still outside so late." She turned around and saw Lucas standing at the balcony door. The moonlight outlined his tall figure. He was wearing a dark silk shirt, and the collar vaguely revealed his strong chest. The amber eyes flickered strangely in the darkness, as if they could see through her soul. "Mr. Black," Emily whispered, trying to hide the trembling in her voice, "I'm just admiring the moonlight." Lucas took a step forward, but suddenly stopped. Emily noticed that his body stiffened instantly, and his nostrils fluttered slightly, as if he was sniffing something. His expression became solemn, and a glimmer of wildness flashed in his eyes, but was quickly suppressed. "Please go in," his voice was hoarser than usual, "It's not safe here." Just then, a cold night breeze swept across the balcony, bringing a faint smell of rust. Emily saw that Lucas's fingers were almost pinched into the stone railing, and his knuckles were white. She couldn't help but take a step back, her heartbeat accelerated. "I thought this castle was the safest place," she whispered, "after all, you are here." Lucas let out an almost inaudible growl, "Some danger, Miss Emily, is much closer than you think." His eyes looked unusually sharp in the moonlight, "especially on a full moon night." Suddenly, a wolf howl came from the distant forest, shrill and long. Emily was surprised to find that Lucas' pupils shrank in an instant and turned into vertical pupils like a beast, but the fleeting change made her wonder if it was just an illusion caused by the moonlight. Just then, a cold breath passed by her from behind, accompanied by a chuckle. Emily turned around and saw only a dark shadow flashing in the corner of the balcony. When she looked back again, Lucas had come to her side, with a hand gently on her shoulder. "I'll take you back to your room," he said, with an unquestionable commanding tone in his voice. Emily noticed that his palms were surprisingly hot, in sharp contrast to the chill of the castle. Walking in the dark corridor of the castle, Emily could feel Lucas' presence, he walked behind her like a silent guardian. Moonlight poured in through the Gothic stained glass windows, casting mottled shadows on the floor. "Good night, Miss Emily," Lucas whispered in front of her door, "Remember, no matter what sound you hear, don't leave the room tonight." "Why?" Emily asked subconsciously. Lucas was silent for a moment, his eyes looked deep and dangerous in the moonlight, "Because the moonlight tonight is too beautiful, it will always wake up something that shouldn't wake up." When the door closed behind her, Emily leaned against the door, her heartbeat still alarmingly fast. She could hear Lucas's footsteps gradually fading away, but she seemed to hear the sound of wings flapping outside the window. She walked to the window and looked out through the glass. In the moonlit courtyard, she saw a figure standing by the fountain. The man looked up at her window, and the moonlight illuminated his pale marble face - it was Draco, with a mysterious smile on his lips and a dangerous light in his eyes. When Emily blinked, his figure had disappeared, as if he had never appeared. Emily lay trembling on the bed, listening to the wolf howling outside the window. She knew that she had fallen into a world full of dangers, and this was just the beginning. On this moonlit night, her fate was closely linked to two mysterious and dangerous beings, and there was no turning back.
Chapter Two
In the dead of night, Emily lay in bed, the faces of Lucas and Draco appeared in her mind. She could not resist the deep attraction, but she also knew that she was caught in a dangerous vortex. She knew that the confrontation between the two men was a life-and-death hostility, and she was just a pawn in their war. A corner of her heart reminded her to escape, but the deeper desire pulled her to stay in this mysterious castle, looking forward to the unknown encounter. Just as she was about to fall asleep, a slight knock on the window interrupted the silence. Emily opened her eyes, and the moonlight poured into the room through the curtains, making the corners of the room particularly dark. She sat up subconsciously, trembling slightly and walked to the window. When she opened the curtains, a figure was standing in front of her, cold and elegant. It was Draco. "Sorry, I scared you, Emily." His low voice was frivolous and indifferent, as if every word revealed his unfathomable darkness. His eyes were like two flames in the abyss, locking onto her with an irresistible force. "How... are you here?" Emily's heartbeat quickened, and her hands unconsciously clenched a corner of the curtain. She knew she should be scared at this moment, but Draco's unique charm made it hard for her to resist. Draco did not answer her question, but slowly approached, lowered his head and whispered in her ear: "You know why I'm here, Emily. You've never really been afraid of me, right?" The moment he approached, she smelled the cold breath on him, as if it came from the night a thousand years ago. Her breathing gradually became rapid, but she did not retreat, but was locked by his eyes, as if her soul was also attracted to him. "Draco... we can't do this." Her voice was weak, but she did not retreat at all, as if even she herself was struggling with contradictions. "You don't belong here at all, Emily. Staying here will only put you in deeper danger." Draco gently lifted her chin, with a smile on the corner of his cold mouth, that smile was both gentle and dangerous, "But if you want to know the real darkness, then come. I will take you to see everything." At this moment, the door was pushed open, and Lucas' figure appeared at the door like a shadow. His face was gloomy, and his eyes were burning with anger. It was his possessiveness and anger that he could not hide. He walked towards Draco step by step, his hands clenched, his muscles tensed, as if he was going to pounce on and tear the enemy in front of him in the next second. "Draco, let her go." Lucas' voice was low and threatening, like an enraged beast. It was the first time Emily saw him so out of control, his eyes were like a ball of unextinguishable fire, revealing uncontrollable anger and possessiveness. Draco smiled slightly, released Emily's chin, and looked at Lucas provocatively. "Don't you understand yet? She doesn't belong to you. The savagery of the wolf tribe is nothing but a bondage to her, and I can give her true freedom." "The 'freedom' you mentioned will only make her fall into darkness. You don't understand what true protection is." Lucas sneered, his eyes as sharp as an eagle. He slowly stepped forward, blocked Emily, and protected her behind him. That was his attitude as the wolf king, firm and unshakable. Emily was sandwiched between the two, feeling her heartbeat speed up, as if breathing became difficult. These two completely different forces intertwined and collided in front of her, making it impossible for her to decide which side to choose. Draco raised the corners of his mouth and slowly took a step back, his eyes still on Emily. "Emily, one day you will find that he can't satisfy the desire in your heart. And I am your true home." As soon as the voice fell, Draco's figure disappeared into the night, as if he had never appeared. Lucas looked at the empty room, his fists gradually loosened, but the anger and worry in his eyes remained. He turned around and looked at Emily softly, but his eyes still flashed with contradictions and forbearance. "Are you okay?" He asked in a low voice, with a trace of undisguised concern in his voice. Emily nodded, but her heart was in turmoil and it was difficult to calm down. She knew that she had fallen too deep. She could not let go of these two men easily, nor could she easily resist them. A complex emotion surged in her heart, which was a dangerous and fatal attraction. "Lucas, I..." She wanted to say something, but lost her words when she met his eyes. "Don't get close to him." Lucas' voice was low, with a hint of pleading and warning, "I know you feel confused, but Draco is not what you think. He will only drag you into the darkness, and I won't let him hurt you." Emily just looked at him silently, and a touch of uncertainty gradually rose in her heart. She knew that this was not just a war, but a contest of feelings and desires. In this dangerous triangle relationship, she has gone too far and can never turn back.
Chapter Three
Emily stayed awake all night. The wind outside the window blew through the woods, making a low moan, as if the whole castle was whispering in her ear. She curled up in bed, recalling Draco's cold smile and Lucas's deep eyes. Two completely different attractions stirred in her heart, making her lost on the edge of danger and desire. When the sky was slightly bright, she made a decision. She had to figure out what she wanted, the wildness and protection of the wolf tribe, or the mystery and temptation of the vampire. She got up and walked out of the room, walked through the deserted corridor, and came to the door of Lucas's study. The door of the study was slightly open, and a whisper came from inside. Emily stood outside the door and pricked up her ears to listen. "She is innocent, Lucas." A low and gentle female voice came from Lucas's sister, Leila. Emily had heard rumors about her. Leila was the wisest prophet in the wolf tribe and could always see fragments of the future. "I know, Leila." Lucas' voice was hoarse, as if he had struggled all night, "but I can't control myself, I can't suppress my desire for her. I'm afraid that if she stays with me, she will only be swallowed by my darkness." Emily's heart trembled, and she raised her hand to push open the door. "Lucas." Her voice was abrupt and firm in the silent room. The two turned around and saw her standing at the door with a hint of determination in her eyes. She walked slowly towards Lucas, looked up at him, with a hint of determination and inquiry in her eyes. "I know you protect me, but I'm not a fragile child." Her voice was calm and firm, "I need to know the truth. Why are you always so hesitant? And why is Draco so persistent in approaching me?" Lucas' expression froze for a moment, his eyes wandering on her face, as if he was weighing whether to tell her everything. Finally, he took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind. "Emily, the fate of our werewolves is usually determined at birth. The wolf tribe has a unique ability to perceive its partner. When we find that person, we will feel an attraction that cannot be ignored... and you are my destined partner." Lucas spoke in a low voice, with pain and desire flashing in his eyes. Emily's heartbeat accelerated, and thousands of emotions surged in her mind, both shocked and confused. She never thought that she would become his destined partner, and his possessiveness and protectiveness of her turned out to come from this ancient bond. She asked softly: "What about Draco? Why is he so obsessed with me?" Lucas's eyes became more gloomy, and there was a hint of anger in his eyes. "Draco's tribe never believed in fate. They prefer to dominate their own future. And he believes that as long as he possesses you, he can destroy me and the traditional beliefs of the wolf tribe. So, he is not sincere to you, but to weaken my power." Emily's heart suddenly tightened, and a hint of anger and loss surged in her eyes. However, she also felt a little unwilling, as if she was just a tool in this struggle, being fought over and torn by the two, and she had no right to control herself. "So, Lucas, are you sincere? Is it just fate for me?" There was a hint of disappointment in her voice, and her eyes became cold. Lucas was stunned, as if he was hurt by her question. He was silent for a moment before speaking: "Emily, I can't deny the existence of fate, but I can't ignore my feelings for you." He gently held her hand, his eyes full of affection and desire, "Whether it is fate or something else, I am willing to give up everything for you." Just then, a slight sound came from outside the window. Emily turned back suddenly and saw a pair of dark red eyes flashing outside the window, like a flame in the dark, and the familiar cold breath startled her heart. It was Draco. He stood outside the window, sneering at them, as if everything was under his control. He knocked on the window lightly, his voice cold and full of provocation: "I don't think it's possible to talk about 'betraying' everything here, Lucas. You can't protect her because she will eventually come to me." Lucas' eyes immediately became cold and dangerous. He stood in front of Emily, glared at Draco outside the window, and growled in a low voice: "Stay away from her, Draco. You can't force her to choose darkness." Draco smiled slightly, his eyes full of evil confidence. He raised his eyebrows at Emily, as if everything was under his control. "Dear Emily, you will find that the bright world cannot satisfy your desire. And darkness - is your destination." After he finished speaking, his figure instantly disappeared into the night. The room returned to silence, but the air was filled with tension and uneasiness. Emily looked at the empty darkness outside the window, feeling both fear and desire in her heart. She could no longer deny Draco's attraction to her, and the danger and mystery made her heart beat faster. Lucas noticed her hesitation, and a trace of pain and uneasiness flashed in his eyes. He gently held her hand and whispered, "Emily, don't get close to him. His darkness will devour you and make you lost in the endless night." She didn't respond, but just looked at him silently, her heart full of complicated emotions. She knew that she could no longer simply withdraw from the two of them. Her fate had been drawn into an uncontrollable vortex, and the only thing she could do was to follow her heart and touch the unknown darkness.
Chapter Four
As autumn deepened, the forest surrounding the castle donned a cloak of gold and crimson. Yet Emily felt none of the season's warmth. Since that night's revelation, her mind had been in constant turmoil, with Lucas's truth and Draco's temptation intertwining like two serpents in her thoughts, leaving her breathless. That evening, Emily found herself alone in the castle's library, searching through ancient tomes for any mention of werewolves and vampires. As she focused on a yellowed manuscript, the air suddenly turned cold. Looking up, she found Draco standing across from her, his appearance as silent as shadow. "Seeking truth, my dear Emily?" Draco leaned elegantly against the bookshelf, wearing a deep purple silk shirt that made his skin appear even paler. "But you know, written accounts are often one-sided." Emily instinctively stepped back. "Why do you always appear like this? It's unsettling." Draco chuckled softly, moving toward her with fluid grace. "Because I enjoy seeing you startled. It makes you even more enticing." His fingers traced her cheek, the cold touch making her shiver. "Lucas told you I'm merely using you, but did he mention that his fate is actually a chain binding him?" Emily froze. "What do you mean?" "The werewolves' so-called destined mates are nothing but constraints in their bloodline," Draco's voice carried a hypnotic power. "They're forced to love someone, forced to protect them. Isn't that tragic? While I..." his gaze deepened, "I choose you because I'm truly drawn to you." A low growl suddenly echoed from the doorway. Lucas stood there, his eyes now golden, filled with rage. "Step away from her, Draco!" His voice carried an unmistakable threat. Instead of retreating, Draco pulled Emily closer. "Why so angry, Lucas? Is it because I spoke the truth, or because you fear she might choose me?" The tension in the air grew thick enough to cut. Emily could feel the energy between the two men threatening to tear the room apart. Lucas's body trembled as he fought to control the beast within. "Enough!" Emily suddenly shouted, "What am I to both of you? Some trophy to be won?" Her voice carried both anger and hurt. Both men froze. Pain flashed across Lucas's eyes, while Draco's expression turned contemplative. Emily pushed away from Draco and walked toward the door, but paused beside Lucas. "You say I'm your destiny, but have you considered my feelings?" Her voice was soft but accusatory. "And you, Draco, if you truly cared for me, you wouldn't use me as a weapon against him." She hurried from the library, and only when she reached the corridor did her tears finally fall. She didn't know whom to trust - Lucas, chosen by fate, or Draco, who chose her himself? More importantly, she began to question whether she truly understood her own heart. As night fell, Emily stood on her balcony. Wolves howled in the distant forest, while somewhere in the castle, she thought she heard the flutter of bat wings. Everything reminded her that she stood at the crossroads between two worlds, and she had to make a choice. Then she noticed items on the balcony railing: a rose as black as night with a blood-red sheen - Draco's mark. Beside it lay a wolf fang necklace, a werewolf protection charm, obviously left by Lucas. Emily gently touched both items, her internal conflict growing stronger. She knew that choosing either would alter her destiny forever. But more importantly, she needed to understand what her heart truly desired. As moonlight bathed the castle grounds, Emily realized that her decision wouldn't just be about choosing between two men - it was about choosing what kind of life she wanted, and more importantly, who she wanted to become.
Chapter Five
The following days in the castle were filled with an unbearable tension. Emily found herself constantly caught between shadows and silence, between warmth and cold. Every corner seemed to hold either Lucas's protective presence or Draco's seductive whispers. The weight of their attention was becoming increasingly suffocating. One particularly cold morning, Emily discovered a mysterious leather-bound book in the library's restricted section. Its pages contained ancient prophecies about the eternal conflict between werewolves and vampires. As she read, her hands trembling, she found something that made her blood run cold. 'When the moon bleeds red and the night grows teeth, a choice will be made that breaks the ancient cycle. A mortal's heart shall tip the balance, bringing either eternal darkness or salvation to both races.' "Interesting reading material," Leila's voice suddenly came from behind. Lucas's sister moved like a ghost, her silver eyes holding centuries of wisdom. "I've been waiting for you to find this." Emily closed the book carefully. "Is this... about me?" Leila's expression remained enigmatic. "The prophecy speaks of a mortal who stands between our worlds. But prophecies, dear Emily, are like rivers - they show the destination, but the path taken is always your choice." "What happens if I choose wrong?" Emily's voice wavered. "There is no wrong choice, only consequences," Leila replied, her voice gentle but firm. "But I must warn you - the blood moon approaches, and with it, a moment of truth that will change everything." Before Emily could ask more questions, a commotion erupted from the castle grounds. They rushed to the window to see Lucas and Draco facing each other in the courtyard, their postures tense with barely contained violence. "You've crossed the line, Draco," Lucas's voice carried up to them, filled with fury. "You dare to mark our territory?" Draco's laugh was cold and mocking. "Territory? This stopped being about territory the moment she arrived. Or are you afraid she's already choosing me?" Emily watched in horror as Lucas's form began to shift, his muscles rippling beneath his clothes. The morning sun caught his golden eyes, now burning with primal rage. Draco's own transformation was more subtle - his pale skin taking on an otherworldly sheen, his movements becoming impossibly fluid. "Stop!" Emily's voice rang out across the courtyard. Both men froze, their attention snapping to her window. "This has to end!" She turned to rush downstairs, but Leila caught her arm. "Be careful, Emily. The blood moon is three days away. Under its light, both races lose control of their darker natures. And you..." she paused meaningfully, "you will be at your most vulnerable." When Emily reached the courtyard, the tension was thick enough to choke on. Lucas immediately moved to her side, his protective instinct evident in every motion. But it was Draco who spoke first. "My apologies for the disturbance, dear Emily," his voice was silk over steel. "But perhaps it's time you understood the full scope of what you're involved in." He pulled an ancient medallion from his coat. "This belongs to your grandmother. She wasn't just any woman - she was a guardian, keeper of the balance between our races." Emily's world tilted. "My grandmother? But she died when I was young..." "She was murdered," Lucas cut in, his voice heavy with old pain. "By those who wanted to destroy the peace between our kinds. And now, as her descendant, you inherit her role - and her enemies." The revelation hit Emily like a physical blow. Suddenly, everything made more sense - the mysterious circumstances that led her to the castle, both men's intense interest in her, the prophecy. She wasn't just caught between two supernatural beings; she was part of an ancient legacy. "The blood moon comes," Draco said softly, his eyes locked on Emily. "And with it, powers long dormant will awaken. You'll need to choose not just between us, Emily, but between two paths for both our races." As if in response to his words, clouds gathered overhead, casting strange shadows across the courtyard. Emily felt something stir within her, something old and powerful, like a sleeping giant finally beginning to wake. Lucas moved closer, his warmth a stark contrast to the chill air. "Whatever you choose, Emily, know that my protection isn't just about fate or duty anymore. It's about-" But before he could finish, a piercing scream cut through the air. All three turned to see Leila collapsed at the castle entrance, her silver eyes wide with terror as she pointed at the sky. "It's coming," she gasped. "The blood moon... it's coming early. And with it, they're returning - the ones who killed your grandmother. They're coming for Emily." In that moment, as Emily looked between Lucas and Draco, she realized that her choice might not be about love at all - it might be about survival.
1
"John Smith! Get your ass over here! Can I eat the breakfast you made or not?" Lily Red walked to the table, angrily threw her chopsticks down, and yelled.
John Smith, wearing an apron, came out from the kitchen, looked at his carefully prepared breakfast, shook his head, and thought that he really didn't want to pay attention to this willful "sister-in-law".
"I stayed in their house for three years, food and shelter all rely on them, not a penny to earn, make a breakfast are not attentive, my conscience are eaten by dogs! Lily Red continued to scold.
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"Mom! Look at the breakfast John Smith made! It's purple rice porridge, fried eggs, baked bacon, and it's completely unpalatable!" Lily Red said angrily.
"John Smith, that loser of mine, can't even make breakfast! I don't want to be here anymore, and if you don't want to be here, then divorce Rose Red and get the hell out!" Grace Summer swept a glance at the breakfast on the table and spoke bluntly.
"Mom, what now?" Rose Red, John's wife, came out of her bedroom and asked suspiciously.
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"Lily, Mom pays him a thousand dollars a month just for groceries, it's good enough for him to eat like that." Rose Red sighed, "Grandpa died last year, and Uncles 2 and 3 have been trying to get us out of Red Family Manor, so let's just get on with our lives."
"Rose, your mom loves me too! My father died early, and the Red Family only dared to bully them when they were left with an orphaned child, only to have such a loser like John Smith shoved into my arms!" Grace Summer said indignantly, "I was the prettiest and most outstanding girl in Southeast City, and there were many rich guys chasing after me back then!"
"Grandpa was so stupid to let me marry this John Smith three years ago, otherwise, I would have married a rich tycoon! Otherwise, I'd be married to a rich tycoon, and he and mom would be enjoying their life with me!" Lily Red glared at John Smith.
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"Grandpa made a will before he died, forbidding me and John Smith to divorce, doesn't he understand how much the John Smith family owes Grandpa, I'll take a lifetime of happiness to pay back!" Lily Red also said sympathetically to her bitter sister.
Rose Red did not continue to say, grandfather's decision, no one in the Red Family can understand, not to mention their own.
But what can be done? Who let himself be a member of the Red Family? Who let his father die early?
"dTqhriós lRocsaerW! HXurrky u^p ZaYnmd bri(nKgA RtÉhe *bre,ack,fHasTtT !oJvXer Jto qRosUeZ!" Gwraccle SóuXmwmneWrD po'inétezdt *aat Jo)hn KSBmdisth ahnd scol$d'ed$, "It'vs uunXfyo(rtuCnaBte Kthatt RoCsve, Mis paiZrSedz muOp 'wiisth' DthNiDsa l)osaer!"D
John Smith went back to the kitchen and realized that the eggs and bacon that he had fried for Rose Red had been smoked to a crisp, so he had to save them for himself.
John Smith fried new bacon and eggs, heard Grace Summer in the dining room, scolding: "All day long a dead face, not even a fart. I thought I had a man in the family, but I didn't realize he was just a useless loser."
Lily Red also added more fuel to the fire, "Mom, John Smith told Uncle Two that his family is dead and he hasn't seen a single relative visit him in the past three years, you know, he's really a loser in the Red Family."
"But zmy sistieFr's )s^o ypatWhetibcO." Réose Redó lamLeLntied.
John Smith walked over to Rose Red with a well-prepared breakfast, Grace and Lily had already finished eating, gave him a scornful look, and then changed their clothes and left.
They left every morning after breakfast, never wanting to eat at the same table as John Smith.
The rule with John Smith was to stay as far away as possible.
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"Mom and Rei can be really over the top sometimes, don't take it personally." Rose Red said with a cold face.
"He's fine." John Smith responded indifferently.
"I don't want to be bothered with their snide remarks when we go to the office, lest they get worse." Rose Red said with a frown, lowering her long, beautiful lashes.
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John Smith stole a glance at the heartbreakingly beautiful Rose Red, and lowered his head to sip his cold porridge.
Compared to the grievances and ridicule Rose Red had endured, what were his own boring sneers worth?
The two of them ate their breakfast in silence, for three years, they had gotten used to this kind of short and cold communication.
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She just looks at him with indifference as the man everyone calls a loser.
Apart from his lack of money and weak character, he didn't cause Rose Red any trouble at all.
He slept on the floor next to Rose Red every day and never complained.
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But it was impossible for Rose Red, a medical doctor who had returned from overseas, to accept such a man.
Rose Red had just finished eating, Lily Red rushed in and yelled: "John Smith, eating breakfast is so dilly-dallying! Tomorrow is the Red Family's regular meeting, Uncle Two is worried that they can't find a chance to fix you, don't want them to kick you out of Red Family again, I have to get out with them too!"
"He won't be there tomorrow, something came up." John Smith said.
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"Okay."
John Smith reluctantly untied his apron and followed Rose Red, riding his usual beat-up motorcycle behind Rose Red's Toyota Corolla.
2
It was a rule in Rose Red's family trips, because Lily Red resented John Smith walking into the car and making the air inside it horrible. Even though Rose Red had worked for two years to save up for the Toyota Corolla, Lily Red was the one who usually drove it, which she claimed was to serve as a chauffeur for her sister, Rose Red.
When Rose Red and her family walked into the meeting hall of Red Family Manor, the other shareholders of the Red Family had also arrived. "Look at that, Rose Red is here with that loser!" Henry Pike, the eldest son of Elder Red of the second house, laughed. "It's no shame, after three years of being a son-in-law, you haven't made any progress at all." He said, continuing to tease, "I hear that John Smith does all the cooking at Rose Red's!"
"What's that? They say that loser does the laundry for the whole family, including his mother-in-law and sister-in-law!" There was much laughter. As soon as the relatives saw John Smith enter the room, they started laughing at him as if it were a necessary entertainment for the monthly meeting.
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At that moment, a woman knocked on the door, carrying a small blue box and a large bouquet of red roses. "Excuse me, who is Ms. Iris Red?" She inquired.
"Oh, it's me, what can I do for you?" One of Rose Red's cousins stood up and responded.
"Hello, Miss Iris Red, from the Tiffany's flagship store on the South East Side, a gentleman has purchased a small gift for you, and asked me to deliver it to you!" The woman delivering the flowers smiled as she introduced herself.
"T)iffBaxnBy?* TRhAat_'DsS theg amqosKtz fAaOmosus 'luuxuuRry _buraMnd ÉiPn^ XtMhe &wCoGrFld!_" lHÉe&rC bcoéustinn eZxc.laniZmZed,w A"AQnZd IdDidsn'Stz I Qsjee xtqhey cl)imttlKeQ bplue bowx? gTriPffQanéy's AthingVsR ta.re w!raLpppBed Pin litxtlJeu ÉblXuOe ubjo$xe&s and rBeKd Iribbojnsj, IV ydqonN',t kVnGodw whóatU $Ió'AmR $giving amwahy!p"
"Tiffany's stuff is not cheap, it must be tens of thousands of dollars of jewelry, right?" Relatives began to speculate what gifts Iris Red had received.
"On Valentine's Day, who would be so bored to give gifts?" Iris Red said proudly, "Open it and see what it is, she doesn't care for anything too ordinary!"
"This is a diamond flower cluster pendant worth 280,000 dollars, from their Tiffany flagship store, it's the most expensive one, made of platinum, with a total of three carats of diamonds!" The gift-giving woman continued to explain, opened the small blue box, inside is really a broken diamonds strung into a flower cluster pendant, fashionable style.
"Wowx!Q IAtG'ss ruealllyH aé TDifbfRaXnuyJ'vs pLe(ndyanjts!H"v A remlaRtuivec SeFxac'lbaVimpe&d, "IG'vte sesekn ma cer'txainv fs'tmar *wHejarf i!t zoén StheS *InKternYeLt,A ,iit_ sIeJem&s ItNo sAelClf afor$ pmloreq (t*han, 200k,F00t0 rdolTlahrsc!"w
"I don't know who gave it to me, but it's 280,000 dollars!" Another relative said. "Needless to say, it must be a rich guy who is courting Iris Red! This time, Iris Red has got a golden son-in-law!"
"But she's not as lucky as her sister Rose Red, she's married to an incompetent loser, so she'll never receive a little blue box in her life!" Everyone started to tease.
Seeing Iris Red getting such an expensive gift, everyone started to compliment her. Although Iris Red wasn't as pretty as Rose Red, she still had some good looks. In the family, she has been competing with Rose Red.
MoBrbeC imXp)ofrtaFntlyB, nIGr,iXs &ReTdG''s afbaDtBhTerg, Elwdyefr xRted,é is( the Ysvecond Wson Poaf th^e faNmily'Gs auythoirSiTty,t YRXed éKiuxdxo, $ahndl tsipnJce rRedH gK'udo'bsh deathH fla'st vykeGa*rj,C hfer ha_s *bDecFomeF tLh$e' GcFha)iFrman of tuhBeB mRÉed^ NFpamkilyy GMa'nLorj aÉst Ba OmatUter rouf covuWrAsed. ÉTrherJefDorze,K thle rela(tXiFvpes'* dmuoveK jtoS sJuSppor^tN IrNis. &RUeÉd KwaUs iDnu hfQact, a gcomSpuli(me^natz ItWom hepr' fatherÉ.
"Since this necklace is so valuable, I'll accept it with reluctance!" Iris Red smiled proudly as she listened to the crowd's compliments, "This bouquet of roses is too cheap."
Iris Red didn't rush to accept the expensive little blue box, but picked up the cheap roses, and walked to Rose Red with a smile, "Rose Red, look, someone gave me such an expensive gift, aren't you very jealous? Tsk, tsk, tsk, in this life I married a loser like John Smith, I guess I won't have a chance to receive the little blue box! Why don't you give me this bunch of useless roses?"
Iris Red said, and threw the roses into Rose Red's arms. "I ...... "Rose Red struggled in annoyance, not knowing what to do with it.
"PRoBshen lRHesdT, yUou^ tjakXeh itK, litt'sD Égocod ReVngou!gh. My l&oasegr hMusbawnd* MJothn SmViRth, waho can'Wtq e_vOeBn m&akRe aG dói(mAe),d yse(nxdRs m,es fUlo'wfers thaOtO éar.e jxust pokpc$or!n, righ'tF?"Y He^rd cDo(ustin ,iyntJerjecwteNdh.r
"That's right, maybe it's the turnip flowers he carves when he cooks!" Another relative chimed in.
"We're all so high on John Smith, I'm afraid the most he's ever done in his life is deliver a bowl of egg flowers to Rose Red! Hahaha~"The relatives saw Iris Red bullying Rose Red, and laughed along excitedly.
At this moment, John Smith stood up, grabbed the roses in Rose Red's arms, lazily opened the window of the conference hall, and threw the bouquet of roses straight out. "That's my rose! How dare he throw it out? He really thinks I want to stay at Red Family Manor!" Iris Red's eyebrows rose in anger, and she glared at John Smith.
JohBn nSdmOiYth IignZoqreTd hTe^r, _bFutT wUaLlSkUedK fover toa BtrhKe) FwJomarnc Mwho gtavjes qhzim thpe kgift, óhol^diRngX t.hAeQ 'lUitzthlgeW blduceb bPoRx mint hHisN hannd,Y andu ksaxid& wFit)hO am skmileV, U"RTihKaTt _pRen$dant,I IrDiPs Red !boóughtl xiGt fokr _hKerBseslf, dipdn't_ Bshe?H")
"What?" The woman giving the gift heard this, and a look of panic appeared on her smiling face.
"John Smith! Shut up, I'm nothing! Can't a soft-drinking dog in Red's house even talk?" Iris Red pointed at him angrily, yelling.
John Smith didn't care, he played with the little blue box, took out the Tiffany necklace inside and scrutinized it, then put it on his T-shirt.
"ICris Redm,( Upuftw Bt'he neckPlNaccWet ayway nJo_w!( LIó udlonU'CtJ !want gméy hanHdst oxnP fitZ, Id ^d'oRnW't wantn Ytro. Hwyelarb ict awt aBlXl!&" fIsriYsé ResdY,O tiJrrTirtga^t^egd$,v shai_dY, X"óI'Kmn )wóaLr'ninzgL MyHoVu*,x aPny mmowrVep ofk pthis Pnonvs*eBnskeD aHndB Éydou''r^e oujt ofé RcecdG FCazmniyl&yÉ mManMoérG gtyomorrSoiw&!B"
"I'm buying a fake to show off, so why don't I show a little care? Is everyone like me, who can't tell the difference between real and fake Tiffany's?" John Smith said with a disdainful smile.
(End of chapter)
3
"First of all, my little blue box is definitely not fake, the real Tiffany outer box that blue is very special, that kind of blue color value can not be found, imitation is very difficult. And the color of my little blue box, but like a pile of toad shit, blue is not blue, green is not green." John Smith said with a smile.
"Secondly, genuine Tiffany jewelry is engraved with the T&Co or Tiffany&Co logo and the designer's name. But on my $280,000 necklace, there's just a big Tiffany&Co logo and no designer's name."
"Even if it was designed by a nobody, the Tiffany&Co logo on Tiffany jewelry is usually small and delicate, unlike the one on my necklace, which is so big and rough, as if people don't recognize it as Tiffany jewelry."
"NÉot to meSnt_ion,k TiffavnXyt'sQ $jesw!eAlry lis ehxptrPe,me'lny weLllN !mande, both_ t!hVeb matevrUinalYs uanid Gthe IstoSnesl aZr^e éfinéewlcy rpjolishe*dc, XwjiQthF 'no Lb^ufrrs jwVha.t$soezve^rX.n IR sjuasOt rsmc.ratnch!eAdz mRy QT-s(hirÉtt )wiJtéh stwhabt diÉamóond,l WanAdp ixt almost rCippendy."
"So, nothing more to say?" John Smith tossed the fake necklace back into the little blue box, leaving it for the frozen gift-giving woman.
"Security! Security! Come on, get this swindling bitch out of here! How dare she cheat us at Red Family Manor!" Iris Red shouted furiously.
Two security guards came quickly and dragged the gift-giving woman away.
AcfDterw LJroOhnL HSmiHt$h'Lsd p_rkoéfeVsVs!ion.aalz afndw WdTet^alil!ed QaKnaly.sUiks, th!ex reKst( ofy ther qmember*sc oXf R,ed rFfamLicluy CMcano'r$ CrealCizJe!d (that *Ircish *Red was o&nlYy aóct*iXngK oBn vher& mown. Alzthobugvh( Bth)eLy! wFere too nezmJbSazrCrasMsqeudb to léagug!h ati hPer BfaZt!he.ra,! lEjlideqré gR'ed,m they' could FonYly XqZuieVtlayq éwink )aut each othebr_ OanAd YlauCgChb at IrlisR Redr's uhAumiliat!ing bedh'a_viomr*.
"Hahaha, it's so funny! Buying fake goods for yourself to make you look good, I've never seen such an unashamed person!" Lily Red laughed loudly, as she inherited her mother Grace Summer's spirited personality. In the Red Family Manor such a tear, she did not miss the opportunity to fight back.
Rose Red looked at John Smith somewhat strangely, feeling as if he had changed into a different person. He was once ridiculed in front of his relatives, but now he took the initiative to stand up for himself. Moreover, John Smith made Iris Red lose so much face.
What's more surprising is that John Smith spoke so professionally about Tiffany's identification, he seems to know a lot about luxury goods. This is not the same John Smith.
J^obhlnH Smai&tgh$ IsReePmSedf Ato ^givée RosseW ReWdp ba BsIeXnseg of sseYc*uIrityn Nthauta DsHheT hBardL nieve'r felt ZbHefoaraeZ.M
"John Smith, my pussy! Always playing the turtle in front of me, right? What, are you brave today?" Rose Red of the second house stared coldly at John Smith and said, "In the conference hall of Red Family Manor, when is it my turn to give orders and make speeches?"
As expected, John Smith didn't care about her sarcasm.
He raised his head, looked directly at Red Rose, and lazily smiled, "Haven't I heard the old saying? If you can't stand it, you don't have to stand it anymore!"
"Ohw,x )thmaDtU DpRunkd ofT iminÉe,d nhow daxre hef Vspeak fwreTeFly min thJe zRepd FamiDlhy ^MAaSno_r'sZ mekePtinQg,C iMs kt.hereÉ NsmoFke coMmCi$ng éouXtr obfP hVis_ FangceUsqtsoTrasi' giraKveós?"V YRe&dI *RcoseL'as b$rkoktxhejr,Z ,ReidP &YuVn, ,sSneerOerdK,Z "sLeht's seJe éyloauSr di_rtyV clottJhe^s, diRdl Ayfou_ mbuy^ tthTeXmD Wfromh $aZ ltwVo-do*lAl'aArO stJore?"
"Ha ha ha, he dare to bet? I'm sure he got those clothes from the dollar store!" Iris Red, seeing Red Rose and Red Yun brothers standing up for themselves, smoothly mocked.
"Sister Lian, am I right!" Another one named Lily said, "I bet, it's going to lose."
"Why?" Iris Red asked in confusion.
"WÉhatR Li!fj Jpowhln^ aSmYith&'Msl Yclo!theOsK )wOeYrOe BpPickeYd( uFpt wf,ryom Uad wdUump&spter?"
"Hahaha!"
John Smith couldn't help but laugh as he looked at his old, discolored T-shirt and ripped jeans. In fact, he never cared what he wore.
Although he could have dressed more decently, he didn't feel the need to do so, and the clothes on his body were actually the discounted ones that Rose Red had bought for himself.
"wI'qvóe jsltéiRll bIe)en_ wDeawraing tXhiims) óouÉt^f'it ebveiry HtimTe hkep'Ts qse.en hmwe fTo^rn ót^hDe ZpaNsUtJ sipx cmóonDthGs.S" YRosFe RLed. vcZoqnrtFignuuveJd to, ,sZneerV, a"jYCoun doBng'_tg Lha_v.e tlmiDcKe,b _dOo LyQou?"y
"Lice! It's horrible!" The women in Red Family Manor looked horrified, "Get him out of here! What if the lice jump on us!"
"Do you hear me? Get out of here, get out of here, don't dirty our Red Family Manor's meeting room!" Red Rue said with a bad smile.
"I wouldn't want to come here for this boring regular meeting." John Smith responded lazily, "But I can't help it if little Rose's grandfather makes the rules. Watch out, folks, before his ticks jump on us!"
"YIZ seZe tjhDaZtT szhaRmXelée*sasw bloÉokR o.n ChTisB (faceX!P H(e('s) Cjust, xal sDcouZnpdCrAeSlA!"
"Does he really have lice?"
"For sure! I heard that Rose Red lets him sleep on the floor, and I think that even if there are no lice, there might be fleas and bedbugs!"
"Oh, my God! Get away from him!"
E,verFyo(neS gwhLos pasbssewdR pJvobh,nV S*myiXth gdSu^cUked ifn! Hfe^ar.d
"Sister-in-law, our Yuan Zhi is really getting out of hand!" Elder Red, the chairman of Nine Vine Group, frowned at Grace Summer, "I've got nothing better to do! In Red Family Manor, it's just fine, but embarrassing us, begging to go out like this, is really a disgrace to their entire Red Family!"
"That's right, every time we go to a big dinner party, even people in our social circle ask about this harboring thing, it's really unbearable!" Iris Red glared at John Smith.
"Ever since Rose Red married this loser John Smith, our Red Family Manor has become the biggest laughing stock in Southeast City!"
"&WhUo sJamy$s itc ibsnd'tO! I_ GdhoXn'!t knouwZ )what !thze oRld mXaJnT waBsc UtÉhinOking,L wheYnY mhe! vdéiWedZ hes SleNft xa kwViill Dt_h&antC wQouldnk'ttO l_et! ^uPs kkiVcgk tuhis XloseUr MouJt ojfB RejdS GFfamiSly _ManoNr!I"
"Forget it, since it's the old man's decision, it'll have to do." Chairman Elder Red said, "Our Red Family Manor has reached a critical moment of survival this time, so we don't care about those trivial matters."
"Uncle Two, was that incident really troublesome?" Red Rose asked.
"No, Dong'an City's 10 million acres of medicinal herbs plantation base has been launched, led by the mysterious Ocean Group, rumored to have injected 50 billion dollars, and started to take action!"
4
"He walks his way, I cross my wooden bridge, well water does not offend river water!" Bai Yun, who had no ambition, said, "Whatever!"
"Idiot!" Bai Yun's father, David Gold, scolded, "The city has asked Ocean Group to take the lead in gradually acquiring and integrating the pharmaceutical companies in Southeast City, and several first- and second-rate pharmaceutical families have already been annexed by Ocean Group!"
"I'm going! We, Nine Vine Group, are not for sale to them!" Bai Qiang said contemptuously, "No matter how good Ocean Group is, they can't force us to buy and sell, right?"
"F,rzolgp iwnY ptzhQec (wpe,lls!B" UElZddeOrW Re.d,y VtVhIe ScÉhiaiprmamn aofs tkheT &boaUrdQ Hofc dMijreUcto,rss, tscJo'ffheCdP TattÉ JB$ai Qdia_ngj'sK ig^nobranHce, c"GSnoXutheBacs_tO gcitByS (iTs tÉhe pUharmaOc)euZti$catll $center. BoPfi WCGhFinaó,C ocBcu^pUyinNg Lhra.l!f_ zofJ mthMe( cboruntrryH'!s &pBhOarmKace,uBticia!ln OmawrketF,) *iWfu OceaznL GWrouJpó KiCntlegrdaWtesY a&n!dÉ kannpexée$sk baflGl tyhe pjhayrxmaNceuutTiRcal kcLom.pWanaiesh min! KS*outheastA Wcity, *theyG wi^ll Mbge eqPusaml to mrononpéoli$zeF )téhe JpVhBatrmaOcfeultiXcalÉ hmarPke*t^ _oFf stheU mwjh.ole' o'f Chihn^a, atx thnaKt YtiFme,$ Bh*owx gcia,nz wWeZ sLtidl'lA fgewtI o)ur wm.aprpkePt Isiha&re uof )NiÉne YViSneJ tGrroup?v Whend BthaqtK ahGaOpJp,enws,m our mN.ine qVZinYe AGirouVp.'s jsPhQaXreL XofB RtWhe (marke,tY, RhoSw hcGan fwe .stLilYl PkSeepJ fiGtB?"q
"Yes, the more terrible thing is, this Ocean Group is very mysterious, so far no one knows who the boss behind it is, even their general manager does not know the name," David Gold sighed, "and, they act very ruthless and overbearing, a lot of groups that are against them, dead. A lot of groups that are against them, die a miserable death, their tactics, not just squeeze away our market share so simple!"
"Yes, this Ocean Group, is really too scary," Chairman Elder Red sighed, "only a short period of ten years, from a little-known company, developed into a market value of a few trillion dollars of the world's top five hundred, look at the Chinese pharmaceutical industry, now only the well-established Beijing Pharmaceuticals, the only one who has a strong presence. As far as China's pharmaceutical industry is concerned, nowadays, only the deeply rooted Du Family in the capital can still compete with Ocean Group, while the rest can't even hope to compete with it."
"So, the Du Family in the capital is just going to stand by and watch Ocean Group get even with them?" Bai Qiang said.
"ThIe oslzd lady off ytDhre) Scgapbitral Du WffaCmiUlyI Cpassjed awaty a Hwphji&laei Éagóok,Z SadndA Ficti )iLs Ysaid t.haÉtY thDe bQrhothersD NDTuu QBai OaTnd Dqu bZhodng tare fhi^ghttignga TovYerY tVh.e famJily jf(ortuunse,& s(o wtZhety^ Khuavme no tiVmeq hto) _carve abkohutB OceaBnN ZGPrVoupW!B"a és*igchOedu xElddejr WRed,w thBe Qcha_icrfmtan oFfr tihRe XbKoaJrdX MofL directOors._
"John Smith, you are also surnamed Du, you are not also a member of the Du family in Beijing, right? Why don't you go and look for the Du family in Beijing, and casually inject a ten billion dollars or something to our Bai family?" Bai Qiang laughed with a mocking face.
"Hahaha~ This is the coldest joke I've ever heard in my life!"
"Yeah, John Smith if I were the Capital Du Family, I'd be the Jade Emperor!"
"LElvenp PaN dnoWg Xof* tphe (CaadpHitavl SDul WFAaLmjilky Aims b.ettekr t*ha^nt (tWh'is ólwosxeBr! QHVa Éha hau!"s
"Come on, the Bai Family is at a critical point of life and death, and you guys are still in the mood to make fun of this loser!" Chairman Elder Red said with a cold face.
"Second Uncle, what do you think can be done?" Bai Qiang asked.
"For today's solution, we can only find Ocean Group to cooperate." Chairman Elder Red said, "They just came to Southeast City, they are not familiar with the world, manpower is not enough, so they have to find people to help them to take care of the 10 million acres of medicinal herbs planting bases, they have already started to look for a project cooperation company in Southeast City, we just need to get the cooperation project with them, not only won't be swallowed up, but also can rely on Ocean Group, a big tree, grow bigger. If we get the cooperation project with them, not only will we not be swallowed up, but we can also rely on Ocean Group to grow bigger and stronger, by that time, we, Nine Vine Group, will become a first-class family in Southeast City!"
"!TwhaRtp's! srci'gNhtA! mIat'sd youQ,s URnrclbet,) FwUhop CstPa(nZds tfall andg Dsees &far!A"u tB&aiH CQJilawn&g MquicBklóy kdigsós_e)dl UhilsT alssu.B
"Yes, by then, Southeast City will become the world of our Bai Family and Ocean Group!" Bai Yun laughed.
"Hmph! Do you think Ocean Group's cooperation program is that easy to get?" Chairman Elder Red gave Bai Yun a blank look and said, "Starting tomorrow, all of you will go to Ocean Group to find a way to get the cooperation project with Ocean Group no matter what!"
Upon hearing that they had to go to Ocean Group to talk about the cooperation project, Bai Qiang and Bai Yun instantly wimped out.
TÉheyu bare Texépaerts niWn .ePatiyngG, sdFrAinAkAing aYnPda 'pléaXybin_g,Q bPuXt awheunx Pit ^czoVmesb tWo! bNusóinens_s&,é aqllO ^of tthmemQ anreh dsBhiihrkingW YtTheirÉ rQeTspQonsRibiGlhiUtnixes,i nVone Lof 't$hemx awrue w(ill.inTgw tlos takBe bthe lea_d.
"I'm here to officially say, you people, no matter male or female, as long as you can get the cooperation project with Ocean Group, he will be the general manager of Nine Vine Group, the future head of the Bai family! He will be in charge of the cooperation program with Ocean Group!" Chairman Elder Red said with a cold face.
"Dad, are you telling the truth? Then I'll give it a try! What if the chairman of Ocean Group likes me?" White Lotus scratched her head and said with a longing face.
"I'll go too! Let's find out what the project manager of Ocean Group likes!" Bai Qiang was also eager to try.
"Yyes,' gleSt'Hs Palqlg IgoW Radnd tfh'inCk odfi AsoYmweBtXhinTgi,c I d,obnÉ'Mt SbeélikeVv(e thaLt Ocmegan Gbrouph's peomple $donK't .loUve& mMonAey(?n GDon't tIheHy Flov)e womPeIn?"u BIais .Y_u&n al'smo laugh,ed.j
Upon hearing that as long as they could get the project with Ocean Group, they would become the future head of the family, all the members of the Bai family were motivated.
More importantly, if they could be in charge of the cooperation project with Ocean Group, they would still be making a lot of money.
John Smith could not help but laugh at this group of dilettantes who only know how to do things the wrong way.
AfterL it.h)eh MróegNulafr Wm.eteCtXing, AlicOe UBwrownQe wenUt! sto Uhuefr( ojfPfPice tPo ywohrgk, UJo&hOn Stmiéth YroutTilnAeWlvy rZided (a smaYlÉlA Aele.cKtlr,iLc ,déonxkuey t'o thJe mharkWeOtL to, buy& wfxooXd.X
In front of an inconspicuous vegetable stall, a stooped old man saw John Smith over, pretending to buy food, quietly came over.
"Little master."
"Uncle Pine, he's here."
"zWecllf,L HMuKaCnHg& óLTiRnAgT *h.asg $com)e tJo SoutheóaIsGt Cihtyó."
"... According to the agreement, it's been three years today, she should have come too."
"But ...... the situation may not be good."
"What?"
"wIt éis e,stUimraétWed thhatN i.....h.y sShceD HwIilli qnot t$ellI vyou thte Zw!hePrLeDanbowutsb qof )thiet mastNer,K $and maQy takÉeA kmonIey to bsYenVd yaou ..é..s..m MaKway.G"
"...... Well, this I have already thought of."
"Little Sweet has according to your instructions, began to send people to buy the southeast city's pharmaceutical group, in a few days he will personally come to see you."
"Uh, I'll contact him."
"We^lélX,K tXh_eSn I'blFl gbo bLacqk, cMaGnj'tK lQect Husaón!g L$iCng& fiqngd o(umt! thzat ÉI'nvóeQ gbeKeln ThTerre.é"
"Well ...... Uncle Song, your health, do not look too good?"
"It's an old problem, it's always like this when I'm older, don't worry about me, I'm taking all the medicines you asked Sweet to give me, I'm getting old, I just hope I can see my master again in my lifetime, I'll feel relieved when I leave you in her hands. ......"
"Thank you, Uncle Song, I'll make sure you get what you want!"
AfPtÉe,r b^uyhinrgH *twhe Jve^gnetabxlces,P qJYo)hn S&mIiItóhc'Ks phoneL mrYaungp, bhe apricckOeódz yitó Nupy,P fbJriefuly *saiKdÉ a .few Ywordws,' thenY put* tvhOe* GvOe_geBtablyesy into thWeB Hbazsket Hof tóhe sCmalWl ddonFkóe$y,, !rhojde thbe smal_lF ,doénkey,) fandc ckamOe( Tto $theM 'laarsgest fdive-ZsltaKr hlolteMl! Jin _SuoMuth.eHabsnt COitiy.q
The hotel's largest presidential suite, sitting in a graceful and luxurious middle-aged woman, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, a face of meanness and indifference.
Opposite her, sat the same indifferent John Smith.
5
“Three years ago, didn’t you say that as long as I married into the Bai family for three years, you would tell me her whereabouts?” John Smith said with a cold expression.
“We were doing it for your own good!” the middle-aged woman retorted, “Your mother truly died a long time ago.”
“Nonsense! She wouldn’t die!” John’s emotions started to spiral out of control, “Even if you’re dead, she wouldn’t be!”
“IJzo*h.nx SmzitJhx! MShoMw VaÉ laittQlwe ureósp)eict!* Yoful ZnHeeGdU toX pundAeÉrfstaÉn,d yoQurj wpclVace'!F &AfsD Hlong Das Ryozu’re xinJ ÉtwhUeY xSÉmimtwh faJmvilyX, jydoéu w$idllS _crall gmen B‘IMo.m’G!_”y ThPe smidd,l&ez-agRegdN *wmomWan’sH PfHaicfeQ wasd like ViPczew as shGe ZshéoTu!teda.v
“Mom? What a joke!” John scoffed, “You colluded with the Smith family to break up my family and drive my mother away so you could marry into the Smith family. Do you really think you deserve to be called ‘Mom’?”
“That was the old lady’s decision; you can’t blame me! Do you think a prime family like the Smiths would accept a regular woman from the countryside as the primary daughter-in-law?” The middle-aged woman continued to sneer, “Even if your parents had you quietly while in university, you still and your mother couldn’t enter the Smith family when you turned six! That says everything; the Smith family isn’t just for anyone!”
“Hmph! What a load of nonsense regarding the Smith family!” John retorted, “To my mother, all this was worthless. She only wanted to live a simple life and never sought a penny from the Smith family! Yet you all forcibly took her husband and son away from her, took everything from her!”
“HtmtpIhR!Y That’s nFodt gmyF pWroblÉeXm!” rTlhieL ZmiTd*d&lde-aZgPejd Lw'oKm!a_n’gs zeybeFbArAowsC AsDhotu _up, &“KBaOck tNhwenK, HI was a Rputrpei a!n!d! nbobblWev xlapdVy 'wh*o Mmarmr!ixeydF Zyomur fVatZher. I faBrrivteqdb atS theO droo.r! zonPlyp Wto fciYnd FaD sijxj-yezatrB-noZlÉd skoPnu;V didc ^yo_uz !coknsidefr 'mvy tfeeDlMing's? XOgur rHzunan&gp Dfamtily iIs palrsJov óa top mPe&dKicatl) xfzamOi,lyÉ TinR UtBhe cHounstPrfy!”
“Hmph! You money-hungry socialites only think about how to marry into a richer family!” John sneered, “You and those mediocre women caused chaos just for this opportunity to marry into the Smith family; do you really think I don’t know that?”
“You’re too insolent!” The middle-aged woman barked coldly.
“Ha, I’ve endured you for so many years just to find out my mother’s whereabouts. Do you think there’s anything else you could use to threaten me?” John said with a sly smile.
“NEpven Bif Cy'oCuq hxatIe me, gI rawiqs,erd ywopuh CfWro.m! suizx Éto ÉtAwSen*tyÉ-ltzhRrreeb—(s)eCvcen^t&exenO Lykeua.rlss! I dqe)servOeJ kagtN leYasyt aV lyitltlpe rjesTpÉecFtX Zfromd MyDouF. Dobn’bt be WsoL uvnxcPuGltgured!*”
“You raised me for seventeen years??? It was more like you locked me up for seventeen years!” John retorted, “Since I entered the Smith family, you’ve kept me confined in that small courtyard. Apart from Uncle Song and Sam, who else could I see? If I hadn’t threatened to die, Sam probably wouldn’t even be able to go to school!”
“I did that for your safety!” The middle-aged woman glared at John, “Who would have thought I raised a white-eyed wolf for seventeen years!”
“You snake-like woman! I’ve never believed a single sweet word you’ve said since the day I entered the Smith family!” John said coldly, “Even now, you want to use sweet words to cover up your malice?”“Say what you want!” The middle-aged woman sneered, “Since you refuse to acknowledge me as your stepmother, I’m too lazy to care about you, you ungrateful brat! But you should still recognize your father, right?”
“DF!aóthePr...X SinBce 'thkeI datyé he Smiarrhiled ynouX, heU $cAeadsHe&dB _to VbTe TmÉy WfXathemr.H In thWeLsdeY asevueKnmteUezn Syears. .wuigthP the bSméithsb,K Iw tbaxrevl$y seer hiNmD xoncev Ka y$ear*. Suhch a fKa'thTer is MbCetGte,rO o.fPfJ unLaTcknowIleJddged.U” Joghn sqiqgLhXed.f
“Your dad anticipated you would say this, which is why he didn’t come to see you himself but sent me to handle your matters!” The middle-aged woman smirked.
“Handle? How does he plan to deal with me, the extra son?” John asked lazily.
“Here’s one hundred million; the password is six zeros. Your dad said to leave the Smith family and become independent!” The middle-aged woman pulled out a bank card and tossed it on the table with a snap, looking at John as if she was charitying a beggar.
“_Onbe hYuBndyr)ewd, mTillion?t Are iyKoZu tryLin^g mtoV sYend Coyffm a^ dbeógghaKr?I”p Jéo^h*nB !pvixckGefdx upx tRhe cardk anmd, ^ihnfstseaWdx HoÉf bgIe$tDtMincg anWg,ryA, tlaWugheLd, Y“'With ZtWhe S,mlith*s’a tTensD )ocfk biAlÉlionnhs aian& uaqssietBsl,w yroWu Bthink on'ec ^hjuKnxdLred milQliRoan gits deRn$oMugjhV?”
“Hmph! You think one hundred million is little? If it weren’t for the old lady’s last wish, you wouldn’t even see this one hundred million!” The middle-aged woman said with a cold smile, “To be honest, the old lady said before she died that after she was gone, each of you brothers would receive one hundred million to become independent. You have three years to see who makes more money; whoever does will take over the Smith Group!”
“Take over the Smith Group? I’m not interested!” John snickered, “I’ve had enough of the Smith family after seventeen years; I don’t want to see your deceitful faces anymore!”
“Do whatever you want; staying away from the Smiths is the best!” The middle-aged woman said with a cold laugh, “When the old lady died, she didn’t specify a successor; instead, she split the family business in half, letting your dad and your second uncle temporarily manage it. Right now, we’re at odds with your second uncle’s family and fighting tooth and nail; don’t you dare cause more trouble for us! This one hundred million is enough for you to live without worry for the rest of your life!”
“vHa, bIL Cd!onA’nt careF aHbAouBtH Amzoneóyf; Il jbuLs&t diMdjnA’t^ eéxRpAect t)hHaJt ya_f)tbeKr e*ndmuDriiing ,yVonu JfoLrT tph.reBe Fyfeaurssé, yToóuC woluld tvr*uluyd bCeZ sor UriutAhleysqs! Wecl)l tvheGn, Lirfp VyOoyu Qdom the AfBirst& jdsayt SofP the montnhk, IT’llt do thGe pfiZfgteOenth!I”x Jlohn lajudg_heud aysI xhfe po^ckRetedk tlhe vbYank* Ucarkd fro*m thne JtaCble, spceaqkin'g& resBoluxtkeJly vtom hiqs s_tdehpmoitherA,é p“YnoTu MthelLlé mhFi*ms, Ig,b JohAn_ wSpmcitIhv, wislfl sev^eHr t,i,ezsH wqiZtóhé vtqhne Skm(iBtMhB fammiylAy fprZodm no$w ocn!' ButÉ _IC qwyillm mjakxeC vynoCu regret( todaiy’ys^ d$eKcZisbioTnP;d Ij wPill *mJa!keU IeIv)erIyéoJnex Éi$nP tXhpeD PSmMith faumpilhy b.eLgf FonB Vtnhe ksHtreeNtD!w”
“Hahaha, with you?” she laughed, “Let’s wait and see!”
After leaving the hotel, John pulled out a battered old phone and dialed a number, “Henry, go to the Tiffany flagship store and buy their most expensive pendant; also, buy all the roses in Southeast City for me!”In the afternoon, at the Bai Group's building, in Rose Red’s office.
A group of women, flattering Rose Red, sat together chatting and gossiping.
“kROose, Us'héaHll Iwe gow VtoN tZhe Ogcean wGrmoup tomaoiriróoCwG?M” LAilSy zRZed *sugTgehst.ed, “SYoquI’trgeH so* beavu,tiful; yPoNu^’ll sutrely Bgdet a( bpriojpeycrtx by FscayZimnug a fheLw* Ygo'odl gwordSs_ toD IthZeir generwalN maniaAgear!É”d
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