The Master and His Wealthy Fiancée

Inside Zhao Yiniann's presidential suite at the Jiangzhou Hotel, the two had just returned when Bo Qing asked curiously, "How much did they give you?"

Fuming, Zhao Yiniann sank into the leather sofa. "One billion!"

Bo Qing let out a whistle. "The Lu Family sure is loaded. A billion just like that!"

He sat down on the other end of the sofa as he spoke, fiddling with his grimy Daoist robes.

Zhao Yiniann pulled out a bank card and tossed it to Bo Qing. "Transfer the money out now!"

Bo Qing caught it with a grin and started working on his phone. "No need to be so mad," he said. "If you want to seize power in the Zhao Family, you have to build up your own strength."

At these words, Zhao Yiniann closed his eyes and remained silent. The rumors were true—he was indeed an illegitimate son of the Zhao Family. His mother had never been accepted by the Zhao Family, and he wasn't brought into the fold until after she had passed away.

But this time, a major crisis had struck the Zhao Family. The two legitimate sons being groomed as successors had both run into problems. Reasoning that it was better to groom an illegitimate but direct-line son than a member of a collateral branch, they had brought Zhao Yiniann back into the family.

The Clear Skies Project was precisely Zhao Yiniann's test. Only by handling it well would he qualify as a potential successor. That was why Lu Dian's mention of a kickback had filled him with murderous intent.

Lu Dian's guess hadn't been wrong, but what Zhao Yiniann truly craved was power. The injustice his mother had suffered years ago had ignited in him an extreme hunger for control over the Zhao Family. He would clear his mother's name and stand at its very pinnacle!

Although he was a young master of the Zhao Family, he had no foundation of his own. One billion was a massive sum to him. As for the Clear Skies Project's funds, he wouldn't dare touch them—too many eyes were on him.

Daoist Bo Qing knew Zhao Yiniann was still annoyed with him and teased, "You had such a perfect opportunity and didn't even take the chance to enjoy yourself. What a waste!"

Zhao Yiniann snorted. "And you call yourself a cultivator? Be careful you don't damage your Dao Body by depleting too much of your essence. Going too far is as bad as not going far enough!"

Daoist Bo Qing chuckled, wagging his head. "I drew a fortune slip before I went. It was the most auspicious one possible, telling me not to fear 'beauties who become skeletons.' This time, gathering my Dao affinity went very smoothly. Besides," he added, "I was helping them. Without me today, they would have certainly been hurt!"

Zhao Yiniann snorted again. "You disgusting Daoist!"

But he knew Bo Qing was right. If the Daoist hadn't been there, he would have vented his displeasure on the hostesses. After the banquet, a tongue-lashing would have been getting off easy.

Seemingly accustomed to the insults, Daoist Bo Qing just smiled. "I also drew a fortune for the Lu Family: 'The traveler acts with impunity, only to be wounded in return.' You don't need to worry about them. Before long, someone will deal with them."

「Late that night.」

Everyone who had been working overtime at the Li Group had gone home. Only two teams of security guards were left patrolling the building.

A figure moved with practiced ease up the stairwell to the door of Li Huiran's office. Taking out a key, the person unlocked the door and began to search for something.

After searching the entire office and finding nothing, the intruder's eyes landed on Li Huiran's safe. With a sigh, they put everything back as it was and slipped out of the room.

Next, the figure went to Li Jianwen's office and searched it thoroughly, but still couldn't find what they needed. Resigned, they tidied everything up and left the Li Group building the same way they had entered.

A short distance from the Li Group headquarters, a BMW 7 Series was waiting.

The figure got into the car and said to Fatty Qian in the driver's seat, "I'm sorry, I couldn't find it. They might not have prepared the bid proposal yet."

Fatty Qian shook his head. "Impossible. The bidding is about to start; how could they not have the proposal ready? It must be at one of their homes! You don't need to apologize. We still have time. Just remember, the moment that proposal comes across your desk, you send its contents to me!"

"I know," the figure said, their voice low.

Fatty Qian tried to console them. "I know it's hard for you to betray the Li Group, but my hand was forced. Don't worry, once the Li Group collapses, you can come work for me at Splendor Construction. I'll even give you a stake in the company!"

The figure shook their head. "There's no need, Uncle Qian. I only have what I have today because you sponsored me. I'm doing this for you willingly. As soon as I get any information on the proposal, I'll send it to you."

After a moment of silence, the figure said, "Well, Uncle Qian, I'll be going now." They reached for the door handle.

A pang of guilt hit Fatty Qian. "It's so late. I'll give you a ride home."

The figure shook their head and stepped out of the car.

The streetlight illuminated a petite figure—it was none other than Li Huiran's secretary, Xiaoyu.

「That same night」

Another figure flew into the Li Family Manor.

The sleeping Chen Dong's eyes snapped open. He rose and opened the door to his room.

Meanwhile, Li Wang, who was sleeping beside Xia Yi, stirred and sat up before lying back down and falling asleep again.

On the roof of the Li family home, the figure muttered to themself, 'This manor is huge. Where am I supposed to start looking?'

"What are you looking for?" Chen Dong asked helpfully from behind her.

The figure didn't seem to register his presence and answered automatically, "I'm looking for Chen Dong's room..."

The words had barely left her mouth when she realized someone was next to her. She scrambled away from Chen Dong in terror and cried out, "Who are you?!"

Chen Dong chuckled. "Weren't you looking for me, little lady?"

In the mottled moonlight, the intruder got a clear look at his face. "You're... you're Chen Dong, the Thunder Dharma King?!"