You've worked hard.
Gao Jin patted Chen Daozai on the shoulder. He had taken on a good disciple—when it mattered, he was truly reliable.
Otherwise, with his reputation, how could Gao Jin still be living such a leisurely, carefree life?
He had wanted to retire from the underworld long ago.
It was just far too difficult.
Fame had its benefits, but it was also a kind of restraint. The title God of Gamblers was like a cage that had locked him firmly in the underworld, leaving him no way to escape.
Fortunately, he had now entered the employee dormitory building of the Ding Corporation.
Far away from the underworld.
As long as he did not leave this place,
who could do anything to him?
Even if he did leave, with his wife and children staying here at the Ding Corporation, who would dare enter this place to threaten them?
It could be said
that Gao Jin's longing for a safe haven far exceeded Chen Daozai's imagination.
Thinking about how tragic his past had been, Gao Jin could not help feeling deeply sorrowful.
Fortunately, he had made it through those days.
He was getting older, and his desire to start a family and have a child of his own was growing stronger.
Everyone was like that.
Especially men. Who did not want a stable, happy family?
Of course, that excluded special groups. Gao Jin clearly was not part of any special group. He was a perfectly normal, even somewhat traditional man.
He had earned more money than he could spend, yet he had no heirs to inherit it. None of his abilities or talents had anyone to pass them on to. He was unwilling to accept that!
So marrying a wife and having children had always been something Gao Jin wanted