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On the day of the engagement between the two families, three major events occurred:
Meng Xiaoran, the adopted daughter of the Xie Family, died in a fire, leaving no remains.
Upon receiving the news, Xie Chengyun publicly fled from the wedding.
Xie Yu voluntarily transferred his shares to Xie Chengyun, making the latter the largest shareholder of Xie Group.
At Meng Xiaoran's funeral, someone keen-eyed noticed a QR code on the tombstone:
"What... what is this?"
"I heard it was engraved at Miss Meng's request while she was alive. Has engraving technology advanced this much now?"
"I've seen people divide their inheritance in advance, but I've never seen anyone put a QR code on their own tombstone."
Someone foolishly opened their phone and scanned it.
"Wow, it really works! It's an audio clip!"
"Quick, play it!"
Meng Xiaoran's cheerful voice began to resonate:
"Meng's Male Virtue Classic, first line..."
Everyone suddenly recalled the long-ago affair between Xie Chengyun and Meng Xiaoran and cautiously stole a glance at the man involved:
"Could this be the legendary memoir of a deceased wife?"
Xie Chengyun was known for his refined demeanor and gentlemanly charm, always greeting everyone with a smile and courtesy.
At this moment, he stood quietly before the grave, his face darkened, his eyes cold as ice.
He didn't want to say a word more and instructed his subordinates: "See them out."
While chaos erupted in North City, I was traveling around the world with my system's reward money.
After living joyfully for two years, one day I encountered a robbery.
The robber seemed to be a novice, so inexperienced that he didn't even wear a mask to disguise himself.
His hands trembled as he held a utility knife.
"Robbery! Hand over your valuables."
He had the appearance of a traditional Eastern person, with youthful energy radiating from his features. At that moment, his face was twisted in anger, but his trembling voice revealed his nervousness. I found it amusing and said, "Little brother, is this your first time doing this? You're full of flaws." The robber paused for a moment, then said fiercely, "Stop talking nonsense. Do you really think I wouldn't dare to rob you?" I slightly raised my chin and replied, "Go ahead." His confidence was shaken by my nonchalant tone, leaving him at a loss. After struggling internally, he abruptly snatched the silver necklace from my neck and hurried away.
The next day, I reported the incident to the police, and the Chinese Ambassador stationed nearby rushed over upon hearing the news. I waved my hand dismissively and said, "It's nothing. That necklace was only six yuan on Pinduoduo; it's not worth much." Noticing a reporter nearby, I jokingly added, "But little brother, you're so handsome. Why would you resort to such sneaky robbery? You could easily make a living with your looks. If you have nowhere to go after getting out of jail, feel free to find me; I have plenty of connections." By "connections," I meant myself.
That evening, I trended on domestic social media under the title of "Foreign Super Relaxed Rich Woman." Some netizens sharply commented:
"Merchant marketing slogan: Same necklace robbed abroad, realistic quality. Doge."
"If you like someone, just say it directly instead of making excuses about connections."
Meanwhile, I was completely unaware that I had already been exposed. I was living with Liang Nian—the so-called "robber." The police considered him a first-time offender who realized his mistake afterward and voluntarily surrendered without causing significant social panic; they decided to release him after three days. Once he was out of jail, he contacted me through the police.
After chatting, I learned that he was forced into "robbing" out of desperation. He is an obscure singer who signed with a shady company. While on a business trip here, he had a heated argument with his manager. Later, when the team returned home, they didn't buy him a plane ticket. He was left stranded on the roadside, penniless and with nowhere to go, which led him to entertain some misguided thoughts.
"Are you just of age?"
Liang Nian obediently nodded, "Yes, Sister Meng."
I felt a wave of regret wash over me for the trouble I had brought upon my younger brother's life. However, women often say one thing and mean another. I lifted my chin slightly and said, "Seeing how pitiful you are, I suppose I can reluctantly take you in."
He smiled, "Thank you, Sister."
When he smiles, dimples appear on his cheeks. It felt as if I had been struck by a soft candy, and I couldn't help but smile back.
Liang Nian is very considerate; although he eats my food and uses my things, he never forgets to take care of household chores. He even knows to perform at bars to earn money to help with expenses. I lay comfortably on the sofa counting money and said, "When you're out earning money, make sure to take care of yourself."
That night, he came back reeking of alcohol. His face was flushed, and he seemed off, mumbling repeatedly about feeling "so hot."
"Liang Nian? Liang Nian! What's wrong with you?"
After several attempts to communicate without success, I realized he had been drugged. Just as I was about to unbutton his shirt, I heard the sound of dress shoes clicking on the floor outside the door.
I froze and became alert.
System: "Host, run! You've been exposed; the male lead is coming to catch you!"
As the electronic sound faded, the bedroom door was kicked open. Xie Chengyun stood at the doorway, his pitch-black eyes as calm as a deep pool. When his gaze landed on my hands, his expression immediately darkened.
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