I Can Love the Prosperous State Too (4k words, bonus chapter for 8,000 average subscriptions, please vote)

Li Xiuwen hung up the phone and fell into thought.

Zhao Dalong wanted to get together. Ding Shao and Li Nanshu would be there too.

It sounded as though they had something important to discuss, something involving the Enclave.

He had skipped their little gatherings several times already. This time, he intended to go.

Zhao Dalong was a low-ranking pawn of Heaven's Will, and he had no filter.

With Heaven's Will now bearing down on the Walled City, getting some useful intelligence out of Zhao Dalong would be worthwhile.

After disguising himself, Li Xiuwen quietly left the Enclave.

Fortune Tower.

This time, Zhao Dalong had booked only a small private room with four tables. He had not invited any ordinary members of the Prosperity Society.

Li Nanshu was drinking tea when she suddenly looked up. At the sight of Li Xiuwen coming through the door, a flicker of surprise crossed her face.

Then she resumed drinking her tea, a faint smile on her lips.

Ding Sheng sat opposite Li Nanshu. He glanced at Nan Shu from the corner of his eye, then looked toward Li Xiuwen.

Perhaps he was imagining it, but he thought Nan Shu had smiled the moment Li Xiuwen entered.

Zhao Dalong set down his cigar and stood, grinning. "Welcome, Boss A Wen!"

Li Xiuwen smiled. "How would I dare call myself a boss in front of you? I'm still just a small fry."

Zhao Dalong pulled out a copy of Ming Pao and gave a rueful smile. "Still putting on an act for us? Are you waiting for us to gape in shock?"

Across the room, Ding Sheng's expression was complicated. He had read this issue of Ming Pao as soon as it came out.

A Wen's opponent had been Longlegs Seven: at Snake Muscle