Luo Beishi surveyed the room's layout again. "Add a lounge chair where I can sunbathe. Anything else... I can't think of anything for now. Also, I'm going back to school tomorrow, and I don't know if any clothes have been prepared for me here..."
"Yes, Madam," Uncle Chen said. "The clothes on the right side of the walk-in closet are yours. The ones on the left are the young master's."
Luo Beishi nodded, his tone gentle. "Thank you, Uncle Chen. Sorry for the trouble."
"You're too kind, Madam. Just let me know if you need anything else."
Once Uncle Chen left, Luo Beishi could barely contain his excitement. "System! I can't wait! I'm getting started!"
"Give me the special massage oil! Oh! Right! Check whether there are any surveillance cameras in this room."
"There aren't. Go right ahead, Host! The massage oil is on the bedside table."
Luo Beishi could only turn his head by turning his whole body. Sure enough, a small, squat brown glass bottle with a stopper had appeared on the table.
When he first awakened, he had been utterly bewildered, questioning his entire life.
Now, though, he had completely accepted the reality. Even if this was just a dream of striking it rich, he would take it!
Luo Beishi held out both hands, then froze again. His hands looked so slender that a little more use might snap them. "System, can I buy another skill? I really think I'm too weak."
"Host, are you demonstrating that idiom about taking a mile when given an inch?"
"Sigh, forget it. I might as well die. My neck hurts, I have no strength in my hands, and even my system doesn't understand me..."
His air of giving up frightened the system into cutting him off at once. "Host! I'll sell it to you, okay? But it'll cost two million."
After the system finished speaking in its babyish voice, Luo Beishi could not stop the corners of his mouth from curling up.
He had not even been sure the system had one and had only mentioned it offhand, yet he had stumbled upon another unexpected delight.
"All done, Host. The strongman golden finger skill has been transferred to you. You now owe the system three million! There won't be any more skills after this. You've used up both your skill points!"
"Fuck!" Luo Beishi said. "Why didn't you say so earlier?! If I'd known, I would've just put in the extra effort!"
Right then, he wanted to pound the floor and sob! If he could turn back time, he would definitely choose teleportation!
His gaze returned to the gorgeous Huo Cixiao.
Although Luo Beishi knew perfectly well that Huo Cixiao was in a vegetative state, he still greeted him rather timidly. "Cixiao, I'm Luo Beishi, your newlywed wife. I'm going to give you a massage now.
"I promise I'll make you nice and comfortable. Please don't be angry."
And so, blushing, Luo Beishi began slowly unbuttoning his vegetative husband's white shirt.
A pale chest came into view.
"Whoa... System, he's been lying here for a whole year. How does he still have pecs and abs?!"
"Host! Wipe your drool!"
Half an hour later, at the Luo family villa.
Luo Ming, the Luo family patriarch, watched more than a dozen bodyguards arrive, but saw no sign of Luo Beishi.
He frowned and asked the bodyguard in charge, "Where's Luo Beishi?"
"Our young madam can't bear to leave our young master, so he won't be coming. He sent us to collect his things. Please have someone show us the way, Mr. Luo." The bodyguard had an imposing presence and a rough voice. Rather than seeking Luo Ming's opinion, he simply informed him.
Luo Ming glanced again at the dozen or so tall, brawny bodyguards behind him, all wearing black clothes and sunglasses.
Anger welled up in his chest! That unfilial son, Luo Beishi, was truly out of control!
Couldn't bear to leave that vegetative husband? What a joke!
Now he even dared to challenge him openly. Did he think marrying into the Huo family meant he had backing and could act boldly?
Naive! The waters ran deep in the Huo family! Hmph.
"Fine. Come in." Luo Ming signaled a servant with his eyes to show them the way, then returned to the living room.
"Dad... isn't Beishi coming home for the customary newlywed visit?" Luo Bai, who had an innocent face, fair skin, and babyish features, looked at Luo Ming with concern.
"Why bring up that unfilial son?! He's the reason you spent all those years out there, separated from us! Taking your place in the marriage is his repayment for our raising him! Stay out of this from now on!" Though Luo Ming spoke firmly to Luo Bai, he still could not help aching for his son.
At the sight of the large group of bodyguards suddenly streaming in, Luo Bai was so frightened that he quickly hid behind Luo Ming.
"Wh-what are those people going to do, Dad?"
Seeing his son so frightened by a few bodyguards made Luo Ming's heart ache even more. His son must have suffered so much hardship and so many scares out there to have become this afraid of people.
"They're going upstairs to pack Luo Beishi's things so he can get out!"
The corners of Luo Ming's mouth lifted, delight filling his eyes. Tomorrow was the agreed date, and the Huo family would soon transfer the money. Then the Luo family's cash flow would be restored!
When that happened, Luo Beishi would be nothing but useless trash. The day would come when he crawled back on his knees, begging for forgiveness. Hmph.
Hearing Luo Ming's words, Luo Bai stood behind him, the corners of his mouth unconsciously rising in a slight smile.
Luo Beishi thought he was worthy of competing with him for Brother Cifeng? He was nothing but the Luo family's discarded pawn. Now that he had become a vegetative man's wife, he had plenty of suffering ahead!
When the bodyguards went upstairs and saw Huo Cifeng's photos all over the room, they finally understood why Madam had told them to take everything away and burn it...
The dozen or so men packed everything up swiftly, each carrying a few things.
Looking at the cramped room, the bodyguards sighed inwardly. It seemed Madam had suffered plenty of bullying because of his identity as the fake young master.
Once everyone had left, Luo Bai immediately ran to Luo Beishi's room. But the instant he opened the door, he froze. Every photo of Brother Cifeng on the walls had been taken down!
How dare Luo Beishi? Taking Brother Cifeng's photos with him—was he doing whatever he pleased because his husband was in a vegetative state?
Hmph, what an idiot. Sooner or later, the Huo family would find out and punish him!
At the waste incineration site.
"Team leader, what do you think Young Madam is thinking?" The bodyguard A Hu could not quite understand Luo Beishi's actions.
By all rights, Young Madam should have been crying, making a scene, and threatening to hang himself.
The team leader was A Long, who had sharp, fierce features. He merely glanced at A Hu. "Don't try to guess Madam's intentions."
A Hu nodded and said nothing more. He tipped out another basket of photos, took out a lighter, and set them alight without hesitation.
He had never expected burning photos of someone he hated to feel so good! He really had Madam to thank for this!
Everyone on their bodyguard team hated Huo Cifeng to the core. Not only did he frequently trip up their boss, but he also played the victim and accused him first!
Inside Huo Cixiao's villa.
Luo Beishi once again felt grateful that he had chosen the super-strength golden finger. Otherwise, he would definitely have been drenched in sweat by now.
"Host, other people give massages. You look like you're copping a feel."
"All right, finished." Luo Beishi had not expected the system to know quite so much. He fastened the last button with great reluctance.
"Calculate the reward." Luo Beishi straightened his back. His head hurt terribly too, and he drew a breath. Inside, however, he was already bursting with excitement. He really wanted to know just how much the reward would be!