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At first, there were plenty of netizens who complained that Shui Wuyuan was willful and disliked many of his actions. But given enough time, one could always see a person's true face.

For five years straight, Shui Wuyuan had always been proud and arrogant, fond of talking trash, making snide remarks, and throwing money around. Everyone came to understand that this really was his personality.

This wasn't showing off. This was truly being himself.

So...

What else could they do? If they couldn't change the boss, then... hehehe, they could just watch the boss tear apart heaven and earth!

Watching Boss Water roast people was a kind of enjoyment too.

"But who is Boss Shui roasting this time? It's been a minute, hasn't it? Why haven't either of those two moved?"

A female office worker who had missed the morning gossip asked quietly.

Someone immediately explained, "No idea about that skinny tall guy, but that Little Immortal Pretty Boy glowing all over in front of Boss Water is no pushover!"

"That's the childhood sweetheart who once pinned Boss Water down and beat him up! Just search for the morning's trending video! Damn, the atmosphere back then was truly swords drawn and bows bent, passion sparking everywhere!"

"??? No, but doesn't the childhood sweetheart look like he's at a disadvantage now? Forget height and weight—the gap in wealth is way too huge! Is this Boss Water's money-based psychological attack after more than a decade? Charity food?"

"..." The cool-looking guy rolled his eyes at that. "...Just keep watching."

That morning, he had confidently declared in the bullet comments that this would be a face-slapping tale of a king's return, but in the end...

Who the hell knew what Boss Water's attitude toward his former childhood sweetheart would be? So now everyone was once again wildly guessing what the Immortal Pretty Boy childhood sweetheart would do when faced with charity food.

Would he accept the food and clothes silently, his face full of grievance and a flicker of hurt passing through his eyes? Or would he redden his eyes and snap, "Don't think you can humiliate me with money!" Or perhaps he would turn and leave, only for an anxious Boss Water to drag him back and trap him in his arms?!

[So excited!!]

[gkdgkdgkd!]

Then everyone saw that, facing Boss Water seated in his luxurious chair, the Immortal Pretty Boy childhood sweetheart actually smiled!

What kind of smile was that?!

Gentle and beautiful, ice melting and snow thawing, flowers and grass bursting into bloom!

It dazzled the eye and stirred the heart with its beauty.

That smile naturally dazzled Shui Wuyuan's eyes as well. In that instant, even the Sourcewater Power in the air seemed to leap and dance with delight.

So when that smile came with a fierce fist that nearly smashed into Shui Wuyuan's nose, Boss Water, whose health bar was full, finally jolted awake with a "Fuck!" and flipped over, narrowly avoiding being knocked onto the ground.

Still, Shui Wuyuan dodged it, but his luxurious, comfortable CEO chair was punched over by the gentle Immortal Pretty Boy childhood sweetheart. It even let out a deeply mournful groan.

The watching passersby: "..." Fuck.

The bodyguards and attendants who had yet to react: "..." Fuck!

This Immortal Pretty Boy childhood sweetheart actually started throwing punches without a word! And he looked especially good at fighting!

As expected of the childhood shadow who had once pinned Boss Water down and beaten him up!

Overbearing CEO Shui Wuyuan: "If you want to smile, then just smile! Why are you suddenly throwing punches?! I even held back and didn't fight you because you're in poor health!!"

At this point, the River God slowly rotated his wrist as he took the crystal-carved little fish tank from an attendant. He poured Black Carp, who had long been anxiously swimming in circles, along with the spring water, into the little tank before saying coolly:

"I hit you because you look like you need a beating."

"You can fight me now too. I won't blame you for taking advantage of my weakness. The other gods are all asleep anyway—they won't know you did something like this."

Shui Wuyuan was so furious his hair practically stood on end. "Ha! Do you think I'm the sort of person who takes advantage of someone's weakness? You can't even beat one of my hands right now, so why should I fight you? I'll wait until you've fully recovered, then beat you flat on the ground! I'll make you able to do nothing but lie there and beg for mercy!"

Seeing him so angry that he had begun pacing in circles, He Qinglan curled his lips. Then he turned around and ate the cold soup dumplings.

"Oh, then I'll wait for you to make me lie on the ground and beg for mercy."

Shui Wuyuan: "..." So. Damn. Angry.

Nowhere to vent it.

So Boss Water gave a cold laugh. Like a bolt from the blue, it started pouring again.

The watching passersby: "?!"

Why the fuck was it raining again?! Summer showers really came whenever they pleased—so annoying! But at least they had fresh gossip and headlines for today! Boss Water couldn't act tough when facing his Immortal Pretty Boy childhood sweetheart either!

The passersby scattered like birds and beasts, and Boss Water sent away the attendants and convoy as well.

Yet he stubbornly left behind his luxurious recliner, luxurious desk, and an entire table of delicious food.

It seemed he had made up his mind to stay here long-term and watch the River God pick up trash.

He Qinglan couldn't exactly smash both his recliner and desk, so he could only continue eating his soup dumplings as he followed Qi Xiaoyuan toward the Qi Family villa.

By now, the soup dumplings had gone cold. Their once-soft skins had begun to harden, and even their appearance was no longer as adorable as before.

This left the River God, who loved beautiful things, a little depressed. Qi Xiaoyuan beside him did not notice anything unusual about the River God, while Black Carp, sensing the River God's little mood, could only swim in circles in the new fish tank, unable to buy its lord fresher food that looked better and tasted better.

Just then, footsteps sounded from behind. The intervals between them were somewhat long; the person approaching likely had a pair of very long legs.

Then He Qinglan saw the bag dangled before him: piping hot, fragrant, and most importantly, a lavish version of a meat-filled flatbread that looked quite presentable.

At a glance, the flatbread contained crisp vegetables, pan-fried fish fillet and shrimp, golden scrambled egg, and two red slices of tomato.

It looked delicious as well as beautiful.

He Qinglan stopped and turned to look at the man beside him.

The last lingering rays of the setting sun fell across the man's profile. His hair was no longer standing on end, though his face still held a trace of indignation. He did not look at him either. "What are you looking at? How could you possibly stomach those ugly, disgusting buns? Do you think I don't know you? You're delicate and picky to death. Even when choosing a River Ling and finding believers, you have to pick good-looking ones."