The Master and His Wealthy Fiancée

Principal Wan's face flushed red. He felt deeply insulted!

He said in a cold voice, "I will certainly produce results that satisfy you!" while taking the check with both hands.

The young Teacher Wang was reeling. 'Parents who just throw money at problems like this are enough to make anyone jealous!' He was jealous not only of Li Wang, but of Principal Wan, too.

Principal Wan carefully put the check away and declared righteously, "Failing to properly educate a child is our school's problem. But with a donation from a benevolent person such as yourself, I am confident that we have both the ability and the responsibility to nurture any child into a successful individual!"

Listening to this made Chen Dong's teeth ache. 'Is this guy for real?!'

Principal Wan's previously stern face was now all smiles. "And I haven't had the pleasure of asking for our benefactor's name?"

Li Huiran took a business card from her purse and said with a smile, "Li Huiran."

On the porcelain-white card were several large, vermilion characters: Li Group, Li Huiran. There was no job title, only a phone number. It seemed corporate titans like her didn't bother putting their positions on their business cards.

Principal Wan's heart skipped a beat. 'No wonder she's so outrageously generous. It's the Li Group, the most renowned corporation in Jiangzhou right now.' Just a couple of days ago, the Li Group had absorbed the Huang Company, a move that made them a household name in Jiangzhou practically overnight.

Even Principal Wan, a man dedicated to the field of education, was naturally aware of this. And Li Huiran, as the President of the Li Group, had instantly become the most desirable woman in all of Jiangzhou.

Not only was she devastatingly beautiful, but with a family fortune worth hundreds of billions, she had become the woman of countless men's dreams.

As the implication of the name on the card sank in, Principal Wan and Teacher Wang suddenly froze, stunned.

'Li Huiran is married? And has a six-year-old daughter?' The thought exploded like a bombshell in both of their minds.

Teacher Wang's gaze on Chen Dong grew even stranger. 'No wonder his surname is Chen, but the daughter's is Li. Did Li Huiran not only get married, but also divorced? Is Chen Dong a husband she found afterward?'

Li Huiran frowned, guessing what the two were thinking. To prevent any rumors from spreading, she explained, "Li Wang is my adopted daughter."

Principal Wan quickly snapped out of his daze, smiling earnestly. "President Li, rest assured. We won't say a word."

He then calmed down and asked, "President Li, regarding your donation, would you like us to contact the press for a public announcement?"

Li Huiran shook her head. "That won't be necessary. Please keep it anonymous. Now, Principal Wan, it's past school hours. May we take Li Wang home?"

Principal Wan smiled, nodding repeatedly. "Of course, of course!"

Hearing she was going home, Li Wang hopped off her chair and took Chen Dong's hand.

The moment the three of them stepped out of the office, a crowd of students began shouting one after another, "Sister Wang! Sister Wang!" Among them were even some of the "big kids" from the fifth and sixth grades, their voices a mixture of inquiry and concern.

The small Li Wang simply raised an arm and, in a voice still tinged with a childish lisp, declared, "My followers, this empress is unharmed!"

The scene left Chen Dong and Li Huiran stunned. Principal Wan's concerns, it seemed, had not been an exaggeration in the slightest!

At Li Wang's words, the crowd of elementary school students erupted in cheers, their faces beaming with excitement and pride.

Chen Dong could only feel that the task of raising this child was going to be a long and arduous journey.

Then, as Li Wang stuck her hands in her pockets, the students calmed down. An aura of royalty seemed to emanate from Xiaoli Wang, as if she were born to it.

Meanwhile, in front of a discreet private clubhouse, Lu Dian and Lu Chunqing waited expectantly.

A Rolls-Royce Cullinan pulled up smoothly to the entrance, and Zhao Yiniann and Daoist Bo Qing stepped out.

Lu Dian and Lu Chunqing immediately rushed forward to greet them, calling out with beaming faces while still at a distance, "Young Master Zhao! Young Master Zhao! Welcome, welcome!"

Zhao Yiniann replied with a smile, "President Lu, you're too kind."

"Not at all, not at all. This is only what you deserve, Young Master Zhao. Please, come in, come in! I've already prepared a meal!" Lu Dian said eagerly.

Zhao Yiniann chuckled. "Actually, President Lu, we've already eaten."

Lu Dian's heart sank as he registered the refusal, but how could he give up? His eyes shifted, and he put on a fawning smile. "Young Master Zhao, and you, esteemed Daoist, it's no matter if you've eaten! I've also arranged for some entertainment. We can just have a few bites and enjoy the show."

Daoist Bo Qing chuckled, his interest suddenly piqued. "Oh~! Entertainment prepared by President Lu? In that case, we absolutely must stay and appreciate it!"

Lu Dian laughed. "I guarantee that Young Master Zhao and the esteemed Daoist will be satisfied!"

The men entered the clubhouse and came to a spacious private room. In stark contrast to the building's understated exterior, the room was the picture of gaudy luxury. It was equipped with a KTV system, a private cinema, a mahjong parlor, and more. Most importantly, six lavishly dressed, attractive women were present.

At a look from Lu Dian, the women immediately swarmed Zhao Yiniann and Daoist Bo Qing.

"Young Master Zhao, you've kept us waiting for so long~!"

Amidst a flurry of flirtatious chatter, the women pulled Zhao Yiniann and Daoist Bo Qing down into the prepared seats.

Once they were seated, two women flanked Zhao Yiniann, and two flanked Daoist Bo Qing. Bo Qing asked curiously, "President Lu, where's this show you promised?"

Lu Dian personally opened a bottle of aged Maotai and began to pour. "No need to rush, esteemed Daoist. First, have a taste of this fine liquor. You may have already eaten, but my thirty-year-aged Maotai is a rarity in this world."

Daoist Bo Qing's eyes instantly lit up—fine wine was one of his passions. He promptly raised his glass and drained it in one go. Closing his eyes, he pursed his lips, savoring the aftertaste. "Truly a vintage rarely found in this world."

Zhao Yiniann shook his head helplessly. "Honestly, you..."

Lu Dian laughed heartily. "The Daoist Master is a man of passion! Come, allow me to toast you!"