The Wang father and son arrived.
Boss Wang showed obvious signs of aging—slightly plump, dressed in a traditional Chinese suit, spinning a string of beads in his hand. He clasped his hands together and said, "Boss Ren, wishing you an early Happy New Year. May prosperity follow you!"
Wang Haodong trailed behind his father, flashing his two large, gleaming white teeth while carrying a pile of expensive gifts.
"Boss Wang, Happy New Year to you too! Please, come in. And Haodong, you’re looking more handsome by the day," Aunt Ren greeted warmly, exchanging pleasantries.
Boss Wang laughed heartily. "This son of mine has been—"
"Holy shit, what are you doing here?" Before Boss Wang could finish, Wang Haodong blurted out in shock, his words laced with profanity.
"..."
"..."
The moment the words left his mouth, Wang Haodong knew he was in deep trouble. Sure enough, his father’s expression darkened.
So rude.
Swearing right after entering someone’s home?
Looking for a beating?
It’s the New Year—don’t make me slap you!
"Dad, I’m sorry! I was just—just joking around with my bro here," Wang Haodong stammered, quickly retreating to Cao Cheng’s side, his tongue practically tied in knots.
Cao Cheng gave him a sidelong glance. Who the hell is your bro? I’m your damn daddy.
Boss Wang studied the unfamiliar young man beside his son, his anger slightly subsiding. "And this is...?"
Aunt Ren smiled and introduced, "I was just about to introduce him. This is my son."
Of course, Boss Wang already knew.
The circle was small—even if they hadn’t met before, he’d heard about Boss Ren bringing her son around to various gatherings lately.
Still, he feigned surprise.
Then he laughed again. "Wonderful, wonderful! This young man looks exceptional—clearly a cut above my own son. Congratulations, Boss Ren. With such fine children, you’re truly blessed."
Aunt Ren beckoned. "Xiao Cheng, come here. Let me introduce you. This is Boss Wang—you can call him Uncle Wang..."
"Hello, Uncle Wang."
"Good, good... Hello, Xiao Cheng."
Boss Wang smiled, then shot another glare at Wang Haodong before turning back to Cao Cheng with a grin.
"Xiao Cheng, you know my son?"
"We’ve met before. As for our relationship—"
"We’re tight," Wang Haodong cut in eagerly. "Best bros."
Cao Cheng nodded with a faint smile.
Boss Wang chuckled. "That’s good, that’s good..."
Soon, Old Cao made an appearance.
As the nominal "head of the household"—though his authority was more symbolic—he was still one of the two men in the family. Being of the same generation as Boss Wang, he and Aunt Ren sat down with him for tea, exchanging auspicious New Year’s greetings.
Meanwhile, the younger generation chatted among themselves.
...
Wang Haodong’s eyes darted around furtively, his disappointment evident when he didn’t spot the Ren twins.
Leaning closer to Cao Cheng, he whispered slyly,
"Heh heh heh~~~ Is Yushang not home?"
"When did you get your teeth fixed?"
"..."
[Ding~ Negative emotions +502]
Stop bringing up the damn teeth.
Suppressing his irritation, Wang Haodong recalled his butler’s advice and decided to take a different approach.
Lowering his voice, he said, "Kid, first time in Zhonghai, right? After the New Year, I’ll take you to some fun spots—guaranteed excitement. All kinds of girls, whatever you’re into..."
Cao Cheng gasped in mock shock. "What? You’re inviting me to a brothel?"
Damn it.
Could you phrase it any worse?
No class at all, huh?
Such an elegant pastime, and you make it sound so vulgar.
Wang Haodong cursed inwardly but nodded anyway, wiggling his eyebrows. "So? Don’t worry, it’s all clean and safe—full health checks. We’ll take a yacht out to sea. My treat. But in exchange, you gotta help me—"
"Wang Haodong."
A sharp voice cut through the air.
Wang Haodong nearly jumped out of his skin.
Ren Yuege had appeared out of nowhere, silent as a ghost.
Like a mother hen shielding her chick, she stepped between Cao Cheng and Wang Haodong, glaring daggers.
Wang Haodong froze.
"Uh, I—I was just kidding. Heh, heh heh..."
"Get lost."
Ren Yuege shielded Cao Cheng. "If you dare corrupt my little brother, you’ll regret it."
"No, no, I swear it was a joke... My bad."
"Save your apologies. You know exactly what kind of person you are. Don’t talk to my brother again." Without another word, she grabbed Cao Cheng’s hand and dragged him away.
Hand in hand.
So unfair!
Wang Haodong’s envy spiked as he watched them, his negative emotions skyrocketing.
Seriously?
Holding hands?
Where’s the dignity? The restraint?
This is just cruel!
His eyes burned with jealousy.
Come on!
Didn’t you see how excited your precious brother looked just now?
If you hadn’t interrupted, we’d probably be on a yacht by tonight.
And you think he’s some innocent angel?
Pfft!
...
Cao Cheng was sulking too.
He’d been getting hyped up before Ren Yuege ruined everything.
So annoying.
We were just talking about yachts—not some scandalous party. What’s the big deal?
Ren Yuege led him to the backyard.
The fourth sister scowled and warned, "Stay away from Wang Haodong from now on."
Cao Cheng blinked innocently. "But he’s not a bad guy. He just wanted to show me around Zhonghai, help me fit in—like how you’re taking me to the City God Temple. Just experiencing the local culture, you know?"
"..."
Ren Yuege snorted. "Cut the act. You know exactly what he meant."
"I really don’t. I grew up in a factory town—I’m clueless about these things."
"Tch!"
She rolled her eyes. Though she’d never personally been involved in such circles, she’d heard enough from others.
The scene there was wild.
Her second sister had warned the family’s girls to steer clear of those places—nothing good ever came from them.
"Whether you’re pretending or not, I don’t care. Stay away from him. Second sis said those places are disasters waiting to happen."
"Disasters waiting to happen? Then I’ll just go at noon."
"??"
Ren Yuege smacked him lightly, half-amused, half-exasperated. "Stop being a smartass. Come on, help me with the barbecue."
"Fine."
The backyard was set up for a BBQ.
The eldest sister was at work.
The second sister was on duty.
Only the third and fourth sisters were home.
With Aunt Ren and Old Cao entertaining guests upfront, the girls weren’t needed.
If not for Aunt Ren wanting to introduce Cao Cheng to more people, he wouldn’t have had to socialize either.
...
The fourth sister fumed as she grilled, recounting the earlier incident to the third sister.
The third sister, usually gentle, turned grim.
She set down her tongs. "Keep an eye on this for me."
Then she marched off toward the main hall—clearly intending to give Wang Haodong a piece of her mind.
The third sister was the most protective of the family, even fiercer than the fourth.
But it took a lot to provoke her.
When Wang Haodong spotted Ren Yushang, he hesitated, trying to figure out which twin she was before confirming it was the third sister.
His face lit up.
He moved to cozy up to her.
But before he could lay on the charm, a chill ran down his spine.
Ren Yushang's face darkened, radiating an intense aura of negativity.
"Wang Haodong, where exactly are you planning to take my brother?"
"What? No, no way—don’t listen to rumors, I wasn’t…"
The elders nearby had already taken notice of the situation.
Wang Haodong broke out in a cold sweat instantly.
"My mistake, I’ll leave—I’ll leave right now!! I’m going, I’m going…"
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