In the blink of an eye, three days quietly passed.
Over those three days, Jiang Che lived so blissfully that even immortals would not trade places with him.
During the day,
he drove luxury cars and accompanied Xia Qingge, Chu Yuechan, Yang Jingshu, Natasha, and other stunning beauties on sightseeing trips around Linjiang City.
Or he would visit Qing Tou Che Yan and the Qinhuai branch office, specifically checking in on Leng Qingqiu and Pei Yunxi to deepen their already profound bond.
Once the lights came on and night fell,
Jiang Che returned to the Fontainebleau Villa to visit Lu Xinyi, Joanna, Hathaway, and the others, accompanying them as they practiced "tai chi" in the spacious courtyard and explored the essence of martial arts in depth.
Even when he returned to Qingteng Villa,
he spent entire nights indulging in pleasure with the delicate wives and beautiful concubines at home, drinking and singing.
This degenerate life of nightly revelry, embracing beauties on both sides, left Jiang Che utterly reluctant to leave, to the point where he was beginning to forget everything else.
Under the tender offensive of all those enchanting women,
he had once completely tossed aside the promise he had made to the silly sweet little girl at home—to take her to the Northern Song for a vacation...
Three days later, at noon, the sun shone brightly and the breeze was gentle.
In the luxurious, sprawling rear garden of Qingteng Villa,
Jiang Che lounged lazily in an expensive Huanghuali Wood rocking chair, peacefully resting with his eyes closed.
Behind him stood a young maid dressed in the classic black-and-white color scheme, her skirt exceptionally short.
The little maid extended her soft, fair hands and gently massaged Jiang Che's shoulders and temples with just the right amount of pressure.
"Young