Only after leaving the hospital did I realize it was daytime—the little stone carrying "great karma".

The motorcade slowly pulled up to the hospital entrance.

Many curious pedestrians looked over. Click! The rear door of the black luxury sedan in the center of the motorcade opened. A pair of incredibly long legs appeared, stepping out in silver-white high-heeled sandals.

Clack, clack!

The high heels made a crisp sound against the ground.

"Fourth Brother, no wonder the old man at home is always annoyed with you and beats you up every few days. You really do deserve a good smacking." Tang Yuyao closed the car door behind her and glanced at the massive motorcade, feeling a sudden, inexplicable sense of exasperation.

Their group alone took up almost the entire street. It was way too conspicuous. Of course, there was a harsher phrase for it... ostentatious!

Usually, the richer people are, the more low-key they act. Aside from the nouveau riche, very few people would go out with a massive entourage bustling about like Tang Shouye did.

It had a certain "extravagant and wasteful" vibe to it.

Thanks to Old Master Tang, even though Tang Yuyao could be a bit unreasonable at times and had a bit of a rich heiress's temper, she was never extravagant or wasteful. The overall family values of the Tang family were actually quite excellent.

Except for Tang Shouye, of course.

He wished he could just write the word "rich" directly on his face. No, wait—Tang Shouye's greasy, God-of-Wealth-like appearance essentially did have the word "rich" written all over it.

He was rich, but not quite in a tacky, nouveau riche way; he just gave off the vibe of someone who came out specifically to show off.

Fortunately, this was Tang Shouye's only worthless bad habit. He just liked to show off. When it came to annual donations, charity, and sponsorships, he was always the first to step up. He had a pretty good reputation in society and was quite generous with his money.

But he was just so inexplicably smug that looking at him made people want to smack him.

Deserve a smacking?

A giant question mark seemed to pop up over Tang Shouye's head. His mung-bean-sized eyes widened into circles. "Little sister, what kind of talk is that? Is that how a younger sister speaks to her older brother?"

"Fatty, give you an inch and you take a mile! So what if I talk to you like this?" Tang Yuyao stiffened her neck. She was already tall, and wearing high heels made her a good half-head taller than Tang Shouye.

Plus, Tang Yuyao and Mother Tang were practically cut from the same cloth. When Tang Yuyao glared at him like that, Tang Shouye actually shivered. For a brief moment, it felt like his kind old mother was lecturing him.

He felt like at any second, their old man would charge out from some unknown corner and give him a fierce ten-hit combo beating...

He was scared half to death.

"Fine, fine, say what you want, it's not like I'll lose a piece of flesh. I was just talking, hehehe... Don't be mad, little sister. Oh, right, hey, don't just stand there, everyone get out and grab the stuff..."

Tang Shouye laughed it off, not daring to act tough with his sister anymore. It hadn't been that long since he was extorted and blackmailed back at home. If he clashed with her again now, wouldn't he just be handing over more money?

He directed his entourage to get out of the cars, grab the items, and head into the hospital. Tang Shouye walked at the very front, terrified that if he walked too slowly, she would find another excuse to pick on him...

Tang Shouye hurriedly entered the hospital with his massive group of people, leaving Tang Yuyao standing alone at the entrance. Looking closely, an old-model Santana police car was parked not far from the hospital doors.

This was the car Wang Fugui's father-in-law used to drive, which had now been passed down to Wang Fugui. Although it was a bit outdated, driving this thing brought way more prestige than driving any new model car.

Cars of this model had long passed their inspection limits and should have been scrapped. This was the only beat-up old car of its kind you could see in all of Dahai City. Those who knew, knew.

Tang Yuyao looked around, found a secluded spot, and impatiently pulled out her phone to check WeChat.

"Unread."

Tang Yuyao: "..."

Visibly, Tang Yuyao's face began to flush with anger. It had been a whole night, and he still hadn't replied. Yesterday was one thing—Tang Yuyao had even automatically come up with suitable excuses for Ye Cheng, like it was too late and he went to sleep, or his phone died...

She thought she'd wake up to a surprise this morning. Well... it certainly was a surprise. Wow, still unread!

Ahhh!!!

"What is this? He doesn't care about me at all. If he's going to ignore me, fine, I'll ignore him too! Hmph!" Tang Yuyao muttered to herself. Still fuming, she kicked a pebble nearby with her high heels. Clatter, clatter—the little stone flew out onto the road.

Displeasure written all over her face, Tang Yuyao clicked her high heels against the ground and walked into the hospital alone...

A few minutes later.

Wee-woo~ Wee-woo~

Another ambulance appeared at the end of the road and quickly stopped at the hospital entrance. The back doors of the ambulance opened, and doctors wheeled a stretcher out, heading into the hospital.

A moment later, Ye Cheng also hopped out of the ambulance.

"Damn it, I can't believe there's no 'finders keepers' rule!" Ye Cheng's tone carried an inexplicable sense of emotion, as if he was deeply regretful.

He had just spent some time searching on his phone in the ambulance. According to the latest laws and regulations, there was nothing stating that a customer at a mobile phone store could claim a share of the owner's compensation money or property if the owner died accidentally. Sigh... what a pity.

Not only did Dragon Country's laws lack this, but other countries' laws were the same. Unbelievably, not a single one supported it!

I'm shaking with anger!

This world is indeed far too backward!

Keeping his head down, Ye Cheng tried to pollute the AI databases using his own fabricated texts and laws. As long as he injected enough pollution sources, maybe one day in the future, he'd be able to claim a share of the future richest man's fortune, or even some random stranger's property on the street!

Wouldn't that be beautiful?

The consequence of looking down at his phone was... Crack!

By pure coincidence, Ye Cheng stepped right on the stone that Tang Yuyao had angrily kicked out earlier. A very crisp sound of a spraining ankle rang out.

Ye Cheng: "..."

It feels... a little painful.

"Fuck, who did that? So inconsiderate!"

Ye Cheng cursed loudly, beginning to display a terrifying talent for Dragon Country's New Rap that would make the blind-audition judges slam their buttons to turn around... "On the journey of dreams, we leave our hometowns, bearing..."

After rapping for half a minute, Ye Cheng hopped on one leg to a stone pillar by the side of the road, sat down, and began to inspect his injury.

"Hmm... not bad, about two days." Holding his gradually swelling ankle, Ye Cheng muttered to himself, seemingly making a judgment.

After feeling around with his hands for a moment... Crack!

Another crisp sound rang out. Ye Cheng had just snapped his sprained ankle right back into place.

Yes... that's right, he snapped it back into place.

Then... he stepped down normally and took two steps. It felt okay. Just like that, Ye Cheng walked over to the pharmacy across from the hospital and bought a bandage. Then, he ran to the 24-hour convenience store next door, bought a popsicle, took two licks, and only then somewhat reluctantly began to wrap up his makeshift ice pack...

At this point, some bros might ask, "Brother Cheng, Brother Cheng, why don't you go to the hospital right in front of you for treatment? Why do it yourself?"

Nonsense, do you know how corrupt hospitals have become?

Some "traitorous quack" sits there looking all arrogant, doesn't even bother examining you, and right off the bat tells you to get an X-ray, take a blood test, get a gastroscopy... Screw that! Do they even know what they are doing in that position?

With this kind of bullshit, even Da Huang could do it!

I'm not denying the hard work and dedication of most doctors, but the fact that some "fakes" can sneak in is really saying something. Even my great-grandmother could do their job.

Faced with this kind of "darkness," Ye Cheng would never stupidly stand there and complain with righteous indignation. Instead, he chose to take matters into his own hands. Of course, if you don't have Ye Cheng's skills, forget it. It's better to go to the hospital, otherwise you might just empty your own HP bar.

After Ye Cheng's smooth little combo, his injuries were already about eighty percent healed. The remaining twenty percent would just have to recover on its own over the next two days. Of course, he could also choose to apply some safflower oil or medicine for bruises to speed up the "healing effect," but for Ye Cheng, these things weren't really necessary.

Licking a popsicle was already enough.

Naturally, for a petty, vindictive person like Ye Cheng, getting sneak-attacked wasn't something he would just let go. Ye Cheng viciously kicked the stone that had just tripped him!

Bang!

With a mighty kick, the stone flew with pinpoint accuracy right into Wang Fugui's old-fashioned Santana police car, leaving a small dent right in the middle.

Ye Cheng: "..."

Ye Cheng whistled and looked around. Only after confirming there were no security cameras did he breathe a sigh of relief. He didn't know anything, he didn't know anything at all...

Ye Cheng moved swiftly and slipped into the hospital, successfully evading any blame.

In the hospital corridor.

"Click, clack, click..."

The crisp sound of high heels echoed. Tang Yuyao had searched all the way up from downstairs and finally made it. It was peak hour at the hospital, and the elevators were packed full. She couldn't even squeeze in, and since she didn't want anyone taking advantage of her in the crowd, she simply decided to walk up.

Everything else was fine, but it was really hard on the legs, especially climbing stairs in high heels. In just a few minutes, Tang Yuyao was completely burnt out.

"I can't take this. I need to start working out when I get back. My stamina is too poor..." Tang Yuyao's steps were a little unsteady.

The days of lying around like a salted fish in the infirmary these past few years had been too comfortable. She had completely wasted away. Now she was panting after just walking a few steps, sigh...

For some reason, Tang Yuyao thought of Ye Cheng.

She had no idea what that damn brat grew up eating to have so much strength and boundless energy every day... Thinking of this, her mother's somewhat sly words floated into Tang Yuyao's mind.

"Daughter, this kind of guy is great, this kind has stamina, and moreover..."

Tang Yuyao: "..."

At a visible rate, Tang Yuyao turned "red." This time it wasn't out of anger, but a physical redness. She felt like her whole body was about to catch fire.

"Pfft, pfft, pfft..." Tang Yuyao spat softly with a blushing face. Suddenly, her waist wasn't sore and her legs didn't hurt anymore. She sped up her pace. If she kept thinking about it, she could probably dig out a three-bedroom apartment with her toes out of sheer embarrassment.

Hurry up and walk, you stupid legs!

Before long, Tang Yuyao arrived at the VIP ward where Wang Defa was staying.

Tang Shouye and Wang Fugui were already chatting and boasting to each other on the side. Standing by the window, the two were exchanging pleasantries about who knows what. Meanwhile, Wang Defa had his head heavily bandaged into a pointy shape, lying flat on the bed looking as if he were "stiff" for the rest of his life.

Hearing the sound of high heels from the corridor outside, Wang Fugui was the first to react. With a face full of smiles, he said, "Is my sister here? This hospital is a bit like a maze, it might have been hard to find, hahaha..."

Before Tang Yuyao could reply with a few polite words, Wang Defa, who was lying on the hospital bed, woke up without any warning. He fiercely opened his eyes and bolted upright!

Under the astonished gazes of the three people around him, Wang Defa "bounced" off the bed, squatted there, and rummaged through his backpack nearby for his homework. Finding the unfinished assignments, he stuck his big butt in the air, sprawled over, and started writing furiously.

This wasn't Tang Yuyao's first time seeing Wang Defa. Back in the day, when Wang Defa was smoking at the school gate with a runny nose, she was the one who reported him... At that time, Wang Defa was an absolute delinquent. Because he had run away from home, Tang Yuyao hadn't seen Wang Defa for a while.

It was one thing not to see him, but upon seeing him now... Tang Yuyao was completely shocked by the sight of Wang Defa actively doing his homework despite being injured. It truly was a case of treating someone with newfound respect after a few days apart. She couldn't help but offer a couple of compliments.

"Not bad, little fatty. Haven't seen you for a while and you've become so hardworking!"

After Tang Yuyao's praise, Tang Shouye also snapped out of his shock and chimed in with a compliment of his own: "Defa, good job, you didn't lose face. Your Uncle Tang will get you two cartons of good cigarettes to soothe your throat some other day!"

"Really, Uncle!!!" When Tang Yuyao praised him just now, Wang Defa had no reaction, still focusing entirely on copying his homework for fear of wasting time. But the moment Tang Shouye spoke, Wang Defa's eyes instantly brightened, and his lungs felt itchy!

Wang Fugui: "???"