The Master and His Wealthy Fiancée

Chen Dong had been rehearsing what to say in his head for ages, but the moment she arrived, he was suddenly at a loss for words.

The figure strolled out of the shadows. Under the moonlight, her delicate features were revealed. Her long, jet-black hair was tied back simply, and she wore a pristine white tracksuit with matching sneakers. It was Murong Qing.

Murong Qing stared at Chen Dong coldly, a murderous glint gathering in her eyes. Biting her lip, she said icily, "I will take responsibility for you!"

That single sentence instantly shattered the speech Chen Dong had so carefully prepared, leaving him speechless once again.

"I know what you're thinking, and I know you're not good enough for me. But I'm not the kind of person to sleep with someone and then deny it. From now on, you're my man!"

Chen Dong stepped forward and took her hand. "Alright, I get it." 'The woman herself is willing to take responsibility. What else can I say?'

The next day, Chen Dong woke up naked in the massive bed of the presidential suite at the Jiangzhou Hotel. He looked at Murong Qing sleeping beside him, and a faint smile touched his lips as he recalled how, last night, she had been even wilder than their previous encounter at the bottom of the abyss.

Just then, Murong Qing woke up, looking panicked. She said to Chen Dong, "Get dressed! We have to go, now!"

Chen Dong was stunned. "Why?"

Still naked, Murong Qing scrambled on the floor, searching for her clothes. "I ran away from home! I don't have enough money to pay for the room!"

Chen Dong was exasperated. "You don't have to. This hotel is mine now."

Murong Qing froze. She narrowed her eyes, crawled back onto the bed, and glared at Chen Dong. "You bastard! You were just watching to see me make a fool of myself!"

Chen Dong shook his head. "No, no!"

Murong Qing was having none of it, and the two of them tangled together once more.

A long while later, Murong Qing was nestled in Chen Dong's arms. "Actually, I'm very rich," she said softly. "It's just a shame my family cut off all my cards."

Chen Dong watched her with great interest.

So, Murong Qing told him her story. As the precious young miss of the Southern Border Murong Family, she had secretly run away to escape an arranged marriage. Finding herself penniless, she had taken up the trade of a Bounty Hunter.

However, that line of work was feast or famine, and Murong Qing was a big spender. She was now completely broke, which was why she'd had the notion of skipping out on the bill that morning.

After finding out the hotel belonged to Chen Dong, she had planned to mooch off him for a while. But when Chen Dong showed her all the bank accounts on his phone, she was forced to accept the reality that he was even poorer than she was.

After they were dressed, Murong Qing caressed Chen Dong's face and said solemnly, "You are my first man, and you will be my last. Even though I have no money right now, I won't let my man suffer. You just wait, I've got my eye on a big score. Once it's done, I'll give you a cut!"

With that, before Chen Dong could even react, she jumped directly out of the open window. Chen Dong clutched his head. 'Couldn't she have just taken the elevator?'

Murong Qing had already reached the Tiangang level of cultivation, so Chen Dong wasn't worried about her being in any danger from the fall. Still, her behavior made him seriously question her identity as the young miss of the Murong Family. She didn't have the slightest air of a refined lady. He didn't know if the trials of the martial world had made her this way, or if this was just her true nature.

Chen Dong left the room, took the elevator down to the breakfast level, and went to get something to eat.

The Jiangzhou Hotel provided complimentary breakfast to all its guests, and for the presidential suite, it was typically delivered directly. However, Chen Dong had specifically instructed them not to disturb him, so he had yet to eat.

Arriving at the breakfast area, Chen Dong was absolutely famished. He'd been too busy with their drinking contest the day before to eat much, and the all-night marathon had drained his energy. He grabbed a large amount of food, piling several plates in front of him.

A woman in a manager's uniform walked past Chen Dong with an affected, swaying gait. Her name was Wang Taoyin, the manager of this floor. At twenty-three, she had studied hotel management, and not long after graduating from university, she had used her connections to land a position as a floor manager at the prestigious, six-star Jiangzhou Hotel.

Her brow furrowed when she saw Chen Dong's attire. Seeing the mountain of food he'd taken only increased her disdain and irritation. Chen Dong, who hadn't changed his clothes from the day before, did look a bit rough. She strongly suspected he wasn't a guest at all but had snuck in to get a free meal.

She approached him and asked, "May I have your name, sir?"

"Chen Dong."

"Sir, you've taken so much. It will be a waste if you can't finish it!"

"Don't worry, I can finish it," Chen Dong said with a nod.

The more she observed Chen Dong, the more displeased she became. The moment she turned away, he began to eat with a complete lack of decorum.

So, she called over a staff member. "Go check," she ordered, "do we have a guest registered under the name Chen Dong?"

The staff member quickly ran off to check.

He soon ran back to inform her that there was no such person.

Chen Dong had the room arranged directly by the hotel's general manager. As the owner, he hadn't needed to formally check in, so of course, there was no record of his stay.

Upon receiving this news, she immediately summoned security, and a group of guards quickly surrounded Chen Dong.

Wang Taoyin said coldly, "I don't know how a beggar like you managed to sneak in here, but we have no guest by your name. Take a look at yourself. Do you think this is a place for you to be eating? I'd advise you to get the hell out of here right now, or we won't be so polite!"

Chen Dong stared coldly at the woman before him. 'All I'm doing is eating. What's her problem?'