Chapter 145: The Most Poisonous Heart Is a Woman’s

Compared to those two goofs, Red Dust Old Dream was obviously much more humorous and charming, and his words easily won the girls’ favor.

So, all three of them had a very good impression of him.

Sensing the timing was right, Red Dust Old Dream casually steered the conversation toward Chen Xiaoyan.

“Xiaoyan the boss? She and Chongchong, along with the leader, went to the hospital. Of course, you didn’t see them.”

Red Dust Old Dream was startled when he heard that, and asked anxiously, “They went to the hospital? Who got hurt? Is it serious?”

“No idea, seems like it was one of the servers from the gathering.”

“Server?” Red Dust Old Dream was puzzled. Just a random server—was it necessary for Xiaoyan and Mu Qingxue to both go along?

“Yeah, I heard it was Chongchong who knocked the person over.”

Chongchong?

That adorable little cutie?

With that tiny frame of hers, could she really send someone to the hospital?

Red Dust Old Dream couldn’t wrap his head around it.

“Youmeng, are you sure it wasn’t someone who knocked Chongchong over?”

A Curtain of Dreams saw that Red Dust Old Dream didn’t believe her and got a little annoyed.

“Why would I lie to you? Seriously.”

Red Dust Old Dream gave an embarrassed laugh: “I believe you, it’s just—Chongchong the boss, we’ve all met her. Does she really have it in her to send someone to the hospital?”

A Curtain of Dreams shrugged, showing she wasn’t sure either.

“It does sound a bit exaggerated, but that’s what we heard. Believe it or not, up to you.”

Red Dust Old Dream didn’t press any further. He’d learned what he needed to; no need to rush.

After all, the road must be taken step by step. Take too big a stride, and you might pull something.

In the end, the group chatted for a while longer, exchanged their QQ numbers, and parted ways.

Jingdu City, Hundred Drunken Pavilion.

Hundred Drunken Pavilion was a century-old establishment, founded during the Republic era, and has now stood for a hundred years.

It was a famous restaurant in Jingdu.

If you wanted to dine here, you had to apply for a membership card.

And to register for a membership, you had to pass various checks and approvals.

In short, everyone who ate at Hundred Drunken Pavilion was either rich or noble.

In a private room on the top floor of Hundred Drunken Pavilion.

A young man in a sky-blue casual suit sat lazily in an antique armchair, legs crossed, playing games on his phone, and chewing on something the entire time.

His name was Zhao Yuheng.

He was the second son of the Zhao family in Jingdu.

Twenty-six years old.

He spent his days loafing about, addicted to mobile games, and was dragged here by his parents for a matchmaking session.

They hoped to find a virtuous wife who could keep him in check.

A virtuous wife?

Zhao Yuheng sneered coldly, full of disdain.

Who still wants a so-called virtuous wife these days? They’re all gold diggers with their eyes glued to money.

Just toss a few ten-thousand, hundred-thousand on a streaming platform, and they’ll come running from a thousand miles away.

He’d seen right through it.

Two-dimensional wives were better.

Gentle, pure, cute—rolled into one; girls like that simply didn’t exist in real life.

Staring at his phone, a character named Hai in his game had just put on a newly bought costume. That bashful, adorable face—

Zhao Yuheng felt his heart melt.

“Can’t you sit up straight?” His father, Zhao Zongze, scolded him impatiently from the side.

“I’m used to it,” Zhao Yuheng answered casually.

His nonchalant attitude only made Zhao Zongze angrier.

He was about to stand and lecture him when the elegant middle-aged lady beside him tugged his arm.

“Don’t try to stop me. I’m set on teaching this brat a lesson today.”

“Why would I stop you? How can you beat someone without a weapon? Here, take this.”

The middle-aged lady picked up the fruit knife on the table and handed it over.

Zhao Zongze was dumbfounded.

He’d only wanted to give a simple lecture, to avoid embarrassment in front of outsiders. Now his wife was ready to pull a knife—was she really his biological mother?

“This… Honey, isn’t that a bit much?”

The lady peeled a slice of orange, a smile playing at her lips.

“What’s too much about it?”

“If you ask me, one slice and you won’t have to see him, or worry about him. Don’t you agree?”

With that, she popped the orange into her mouth.

“Uh…”

Zhao Zongze certainly knew what his wife meant. He also knew that beatings were useless—he simply couldn’t teach this old fox anything; nothing went in one ear, out the other.

He didn’t have the guts for drastic measures, either.

But if he didn’t do anything, watching his son loaf around all day just made him even angrier.

Sigh, what a dilemma.

“So what do you suggest? With him acting like this, what can I do?”

“And you call yourself Zhao Zongze! Don’t you know that to cure a disease, you have to identify the cause?”

Zhao Zongze was taken aback. He asked, “Xiao Juan, do you have an idea?”

Liu Juan didn’t reply. She ate another slice of orange, clapped her hands, and went over to sit next to her son.

“Yuheng.”

“What is it?”

Zhao Yuheng only glanced up at her, then quickly lowered his head and kept playing his game.

“What game are you playing?”

“Why do you care?” Zhao Yuheng frowned, a bit impatient.

You don’t even play games, what’s the point of telling you?

Liu Juan leaned in and watched him play.

“Oh, that girl character is really cute.”

Hearing his mother say that, Zhao Yuheng felt as if he’d heard the voice of heaven, his head shooting up in delight: “Mom, you think she’s cute too?”

“She is very cute. Do you like her?”

“I like her a lot.”

“That’s good. What’s the name of this game?”

“Mou Shen.”

“And the little girl?”

“Hai.”

“She’s called Hai, hmm.” Liu Juan’s lips curled upward.

Zhao Zongze was completely lost as he watched from the side.

Wait, wife, is this your solution?

This childish, kiddie game, and you’re going to play it too?

“Darling,” Liu Juan looked over at Zhao Zongze.

“What’s wrong?” Zhao Zongze glanced at her in confusion, a little nervous.

She’s not about to make me play too, is she?

No way, absolutely not. If word got out, the other families would mock him for a year.

Liu Juan winked at him playfully, then spoke: “This Mou Shen game—isn’t it owned by your little buddy?”

“That little buddy?”

“Last name Mi.”

“Oh, him. Yeah, he does run games. I’ll call to check if it’s the one.”

“Alright.”

Zhao Yuheng didn’t care. His parents’ business was their own, and he never liked to get involved.

With their family’s wealth, not just this lifetime, even the next one he’d never have to worry about food or clothes.

So why bother working hard?

After Zhao Zongze made the call, he confirmed that Mou Shen was indeed his buddy’s game.

Liu Juan clapped her hands in delight: “What a coincidence! Yuheng’s playing this game too, and he really likes a girl named Hai in it.”

“Oh?” Zhao Zongze responded with a meaningful hum and looked over at Zhao Yuheng.

“Why are you looking at me?” Now it was Zhao Yuheng’s turn to panic.

“Kid, what would you do if Hai disappeared one day?” Zhao Zongze grinned.

Zhao Yuheng’s pupils shrank: “What do you mean by that?”

“My son’s become a total waste because of her. I’m calling Brother Mi to have him delete Hai right now, so she doesn’t corrupt other kids.”

Hearing this, Zhao Yuheng jumped up in anger and shouted, “What are you doing?”

“Zhao Zongze, why would you delete your son’s beloved?”

To his surprise, Liu Juan exploded as well, standing up and glaring at Zhao Zongze.

Zhao Zongze was utterly baffled.

Come on, auntie, wasn’t this your idea in the first place?

But Liu Juan’s next words nearly threw his back out.

“You should turn this Hai into a boy instead.”