Next, the two discussed the precognitive dream some more, but still reached no conclusion. Afterward, they exchanged contact information and agreed to get in touch immediately if either found any new clues.
When they went their separate ways, Zhao Cheng politely declined Li Huang'er's offer to drive him home, as well as the fine sword offered by the rich girl.
One should not accept a reward without merit. Indeed, all signs seemed to suggest that the two of them had some kind of connection, but that connection was not enough for him to accept something so precious.
Three hundred thousand—Xiang City's average salary was only three thousand. That amount was enough for him to live ten years without eating or drinking.
If it had been someone else, or even himself in the past, having any connection with such a rich beauty would surely have made him feel like he was dreaming. But now, he felt little joy in his heart. In fact, subconsciously, he did not want to become too entangled with her.
He did not know why he felt this way. Perhaps he really had been reborn, only with his memories lost, while traces still remained in his subconscious. For instance, he did not want to drag her down because of that future ending of death, so subconsciously, he did not want to get close to her.
Zhao Cheng could only fill in the blanks like that. Otherwise, he had no way to explain the change in his mindset.
And if she drove him home, he could be certain that his reputation in the residential complex would be ruined beyond repair. He could guarantee that within days, the entire complex would know that so-and-so from such-and-such family had been kept by a rich woman.
Never underestimate the combat power