The Master and His Wealthy Fiancée

In the presidential suite of the Jiangzhou Hotel, Murong Qing pulled on her pants, licked her lips, and appraised him. "Not bad at all. You've gone bald, and you've gotten stronger!"

Chen Dong prided himself on being second to none in this department, but with Murong Qing, he always felt like he was the one being conquered.

"Could you at least let me feel a sense of accomplishment!" Chen Dong protested.

Murong Qing immediately tumbled into Chen Dong's arms. "I'm sorry, I just got a little carried away!"

Chen Dong was speechless. Murong Qing was truly formidable in this regard—a testament to her water-like bloodline talent. As for her personality, one could only call it unrestrained.

"You know," Murong Qing said, "I feel my cultivation progressing more smoothly than ever. Ever since I got together with you, my speed has increased!"

Chen Dong chuckled. "So I get the credit for that?"

Murong Qing planted a kiss on Chen Dong's cheek. "Absolutely!"

Chen Dong took out a pill. "I was planning to give this to you later, but I have to go to Beijing and I'm not sure when I'll be back, so I'm giving it to you now."

Murong Qing asked curiously, "What kind of pill is it?"

"A Mingxi Condensation Pill! Once you've reached the peak of the Celestial Spirit Realm and can bind your Celestial Spirit Qi, taking this will allow you to break through to the External Manifestation Realm!"

Murong Qing's face lit up with delight as she snatched it away. "A pill that lets you break through to the External Manifestation Realm! Holy crap! Even the Military Suppression Department doesn't sell these, yet you have one? You're not just messing with me to make me happy, are you?"

Chen Dong chuckled. "Once your realm is high enough, you can take it and see for yourself!"

Murong Qing, clutching the porcelain bottle excitedly, asked, "So, what are you going to Beijing for?"

"To find my family," Chen Dong said, his voice brimming with killing intent.

He called it finding family, but it was really about revenge.

Murong Qing froze, seeming to sense the change in Chen Dong's expression. Her own face turned serious. "I'll go with you!"

"No, it's fine. You just focus on your cultivation. I really am just going to find my family. I thought I was an orphan my whole life, but I recently found out I still have relatives alive in Beijing. So I'm going to look for them. You don't need to worry!"

Murong Qing gave Chen Dong a suspicious look, then pursed her lips. "All right, then."

The two of them got dressed and ordered a lavish late-night meal.

A woman in a manager's uniform entered the room, leading a group of staff pushing a food trolley.

The woman was none other than Wang Taoyin. Because Chen Dong hadn't pursued her mistake that day, not only was she not punished, she was even promoted. She was now also the assistant manager for the presidential suites.

Chen Dong, seeing a familiar face, gave her a friendly smile.

But that smile made Wang Taoyin's heart skip a beat. She glanced at the woman beside Chen Dong—a beauty she couldn't hope to compare with—and mournfully suppressed the improper thoughts welling up inside her.

Her heart fluttered. If Chen Dong so much as crooked a finger, she would offer herself to his bed without a second thought, even if she gained nothing from it.

As soon as Wang Taoyin left with the staff, Murong Qing said in a frosty tone, "That woman who was just here is into you."

"You're overthinking it! I might be a little narcissistic, but not to that degree!" Chen Dong said with a laugh.

Murong Qing's expression grew wary. "You have no idea. You look especially delicious right now. When you go to Beijing, you'd better be careful for my sake. Stay away from those Beijing fox spirits!"

"Yes, yes, I'll be sure to obey the young lady's command!"

After their late-night meal, Chen Dong rushed to the airport. He had booked a flight to Beijing long ago; ever since that memory had resurfaced, he had been impatient to get there.

He sent a message to the Li Family to let them know he would be away for a while and instructed them to take good care of Li Wang. Then, Chen Dong boarded the plane to Beijing.

Meanwhile, the Chen Family's residence in faraway Beijing was abuzz with activity.

In a district of Beijing's Inner City where land is worth its weight in gold, a sprawling, six-courtyard mansion was adorned with large, high-hanging red lanterns, each bearing the character "Chen."

Even though it was three or four in the morning, servants bustled about the residence, some arranging decorations, others preparing ingredients, and still others checking the guest list, all busy as bees.

It was the birthday of the Lady of the Chen Family. The matriarch's birthday was always a grand affair, but this year, the eldest young master, who had gone away to a mountain sect to train, was also returning. It was a true double blessing, and the Chen Family was using the opportunity to welcome a wide array of guests and expand their influence.

As dawn approached, a middle-aged man with a drooping mustache and sharp, phoenix-like eyes proudly surveyed his surroundings, his face stern as he inspected every detail.

A nervous servant approached him. "Chief Steward, the young master's plane will be landing soon, but the Matriarch isn't up yet. I don't dare go wake her!"

The Chief Steward said flatly, "If the Matriarch can't get up, then let it be. Prepare the car. I'll go pick him up myself."

The servant hesitated. "But the Matriarch once said... she hasn't seen her son in almost ten years and misses him dearly. She was planning to go to the airport herself."

The Chief Steward's face turned cold. "You don't dare wake her, so you think I do? Who doesn't know how the Matriarch gets when she's woken up! She gave instructions yesterday that if she couldn't get up, I was to go instead. The plane won't wait. I'll handle it!"

The servant, helpless, could only nod.

Soon, a convoy of five limited-edition Maybachs departed from the Chen Family Mansion, heading for the airport.

The group from the Chen Family arrived at the arrivals hall, waiting with anxious anticipation.

The same servant asked again, "Chief Steward, will you still recognize the young master?"

The Chief Steward scoffed. "The young master has been training at the Xuanwu Sect for ten years. Even if I've forgotten what he looks like, I have a photo of him on my phone. How could I not recognize him?"

As he spoke, he took out his phone and pulled up a photo. It showed a valiant-looking young man who bore a strong resemblance to Chen Dong.

At that very moment, Chen Dong walked out of the arrival gate.

The Chief Steward spotted Chen Dong instantly. He scrutinized him for a moment, glanced back at the photo on his phone, and then hurried toward Chen Dong with the other servants in tow.

He walked up to Chen Dong, bowed his head respectfully, and said, "Young Master, we've come to take you home!"