Love... no, a nightmare on repeat (please keep reading, I'm kowtowing)

"Have him take the money and disappear from my sight. Right now. Immediately."

Ye Wanqing's voice was cold, carrying an imperious authority that brooked no argument.

"Yes." Her assistant said no more and turned to go downstairs.

Half an hour later, a burst of incredulous arguing came from downstairs, followed by sobbing and pleas for mercy. Soon, however, those sounds were drowned out by the noise of someone being forcibly dragged away.

Meanwhile, Lu Jin had finished buying his clothes, and it was time to eat.

"To the Heavenly Fragrance Tower," Lu Jin ordered coldly as he got into the car.

The Heavenly Fragrance Tower was a three-story restaurant.

This was no ordinary eatery, but a business run by Food Cultivators, one of the Hundred Schools.

Its owner, Tang Youwei, was the granddaughter of Tang Long, a Grandmaster Imperial Chef of the Former Dynasty's court, and one of the inheritors of Tianjin Cuisine.

In Linjiang County, anyone who could dine at the Heavenly Fragrance Tower was either rich or powerful.

At that moment, the aroma of food filled a private dining room on the third floor of the Heavenly Fragrance Tower.

Beaming, Huang Silang raised his cup to toast the young man across from him.

That young man was Ma Teng, who had left the Shocking Heron Martial Hall. After paying a visit to Lu Changsheng at the Dragon Gate Escort Agency, he had finally been found by Huang Silang on his way to the Eight Gates Martial Hall.

Beside them, Huang Shendu stood pouring wine with a constipated expression.

Looking at this absurdly young junior martial uncle, Huang Silang felt rather awkward himself.

The man was a full twelve years younger than him, yet he had to call him martial uncle. Sometimes, seniority in the martial world really could