Only the Dead Keep Quiet

"Mom, Xiao Xue, don't worry. I know what I'm doing."

With that, Zhang Yang left the villa with Zhang Xin'ai. They got into a car and headed into the heart of Kyoto.

Wu Hao arrived first. He parked outside the hotel with several bodyguards, then hurried inside.

He had only just left, but Jiang Xinxin was still sleeping in her room. He had to get her out tonight—right now—and make her disappear.

"Young Master Wu, you're incredible! You're back!"

Jiang Xinxin opened the door. The moment she saw Wu Hao, her tired eyes lit up. Perhaps he had changed his mind. Perhaps she wouldn't have to go to the auto show, and he had arranged a truly high-end event where she could show herself off.

For that, she would give him her body—or anything else he wanted.

"Leave this place now. Someone will take you."

Wu Hao ignored her flirtatious posing and got straight to the point.

It came out of nowhere. Jiang Xinxin had no idea what was going on.

"Young Master Wu, what's wrong? Was I not good enough? I can do it again!"

Jiang Xinxin plastered on a smile, though whether it was genuine was impossible to tell. She wrapped herself around Wu Hao's arm, pressed her chest against it, and let her voice turn coy.

"Zhang Yang found out. He'll come looking for you."

Wu Hao wasted no words. People who loved money also feared for their lives, and Jiang Xinxin was no exception.

Sure enough, her face turned deathly pale. She had never seen Zhang Yang fight, but she had heard about him. He had even severely injured a big shot from the Kyoto Martial Arts Association.

The warning had the intended effect. Jiang Xinxin panicked.

"Then what do I do?"

"Leave. Go into