Chapter 239: Chapter 239: 239: The King's Return (End)

Jiang Ye almost got buried by Gold Coins.

He was wrong.

He shouldn’t have asked for a wedding.

Luckily, not too many people were invited, just a few from his side and a few from Chuzheng’s side.

But Chuzheng bought the entire wedding venue, and now she’s even throwing Gold Coins at him…

What else could be coming?

He really was wrong.

“Baby, can we be a bit more frugal?”

Chuzheng: “…”

I wish I could.

But how could Bastard miss such a great opportunity?

Impossible!

This lifetime is never going to be frugal.

“What if I can’t support you later on?”

Chuzheng, speaking straightforwardly: “I can support you, I have money.” Spend more of my money!

I am that legendary tycoon who’s rolling in cash.

Damn it.

Don’t let me catch Bastard’s little tail.

To hell with this bastard!

“…”

Jiang Ye decided to shut up.

Since there were so few people, the wedding was casual, everyone eating and drinking, the large venue turned into a bustling scene.

Chuzheng, in a pure white dress, sat regally and coldly on the side.

No one dared to bother her.

She leaned back slightly, looking at the blue sky and white clouds above.

All of a sudden, Jiang Ye’s face appeared in front of Chuzheng, his head lowered from behind her, he smiled, and then kissed her.

The girl’s pure white dress brushed lightly, against the boy’s black luxurious suit, creating a striking audiovisual effect.

The blue sky and the white clouds were the background for their kiss, an unusually beautiful scene.

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Chuzheng saw Sheng Ting again several months later.

She was invited to a banquet.

Chuzheng mixed in ways that were slightly different from the underworld, but she had money, and many had made money off her.

Of course, such a person needed to be well taken care of.

Now, she was also married to Jiang Ye.

Jiang Ye had replaced Sheng Ting and Hei Jin to become the top faction.

Jiang Ye did not wipe out Hei Jin completely, allowing it to struggle on on its last breath.

Sheng Ting stood next to a woman, his face overcast, his whole body exuding a repressed aura.

The woman was all smiles as she clung to him, nothing out of the ordinary.

“Baby, don’t drink.” Jiang Ye switched the alcohol in Chuzheng’s hand for a beverage.

“It’s impolite.” Chuzheng reminded.

“It’s fine, they can’t tell.” Jiang Ye said with a smile.

Chuzheng glanced at the beverage that had been swapped in her hand, you really can’t tell unless you look closely.

“Mr. Jiang is really bold.”

An abrupt voice cut in, Jiang Ye turned around, it was a stranger.

The man sneered with his mouth twisted, assuming a mocking stance.

This person was one of Hei Jin’s, Master Liu no longer showed himself, and all affairs of Hei Jin were handled by this man.

“Not as bold as Mr. Sun.” Jiang Ye replied nonchalantly.

“Mr. Jiang is too modest, the way you dealt ruthlessly with your former boss is not something ordinary people can match.”

“Isn’t there still Sheng Ting?” Jiang Ye, with a faint smile, carelessly glanced over in Sheng Ting’s direction.

Mr. Sun: “…”

He was talking to him, why bring up Sheng Ting!

Although Sheng Ting…

“Ha, you’ve seen it yourself, Sheng Ting’s current situation.” Mr. Sun quickly found a new mocking topic, “Mr. Jiang, one should still consider righteousness in life.”

“Mr. Sun makes a good point, but this righteousness, it also depends on who it is directed at, doesn’t it?”

He did so many things for Hei Jin.

Wasn’t Master Liu planning to get rid of him in the end?

When he tried to talk about justice again, nothing but shattered bones and a bad reputation awaited him.

The exchanges between the two were so intense; it felt as though one could see swordplay in the air.

Chuzheng leaned against the edge of the table, with no intention of interjecting.

Yet somehow the fire found its way to her.

“Mr. Jiang’s success today, I hear, is thanks to Miss Sheng. Is Mr. Jiang living off a woman?”

The malice in the man’s words was hardly concealed.

Jiang Ye knew that this was the gossip in the circle.

Chuzheng indeed had given him quite a bit of help.

“Indeed, with Mr. Jiang’s looks, living off his face wouldn’t be an issue at all,” Mr. Sun said, his mood lightening considerably as Jiang Ye remained silent.

“Even if you wanted to live off your face, you couldn’t,” a cold voice interrupted: “You’re ugly.”

The girl in the black dress had her left hand wrapped across her chest, her right hand holding a glass of wine, her face expressionless as she looked over.

Finding himself called ugly right to his face, Mr. Sun’s momentary pleasure was squashed in an instant.

“Miss Sheng, it’s not nice to judge someone by their looks,” Mr. Sun said through clenched teeth.

Was it his fault that he was ugly?

His looks were given to him by his parents!

“Hmm,” Chuzheng nodded: “But you are ugly.” And talkative, too.

Mr. Sun would speak out in front of Jiang Ye because Jiang Ye played along with him.

But with Chuzheng, she simply insisted he was ugly without entertaining any other conversation, which made Mr. Sun so furious he could explode.

Finally, he glared at Jiang Ye and left in a huff.

Chuzheng took a sip of her drink.

Serves you right for picking on my Good Person Card.

An ugly bastard like you talks so much yet has the audacity to bully my Good Person Card!

Do you think you can just bully it however you want?!

“Baby,”

Jiang Ye called her in a drawn-out tone, his beautiful eyes glinting, a thickening smile at his lips.

Chuzheng was suddenly reminded of certain discordant images.

The little thing is seducing me again!

I won’t fall for it this time!

Chuzheng reached out and tousled his hair, then turned and walked away.

Jiang Ye: “…”

Jiang Ye brushed his hair back, and after a moment, let out a low chuckle.

After the banquet ended, Jiang Ye and Chuzheng walked out of the venue.

Outside, a light rain had begun to fall at some unknown time.

The light, perpetual drizzle fell through the neon lights, making the world misty and unclear.

“Ah, it’s raining,” Jiang Ye reached out to catch some droplets and turned to ask her caringly, “Baby, are you cold?”

He asked that, but he was already removing his jacket, draping it over Chuzheng.

“Ah—”

A piercing scream suddenly cut through the Black Night.

Jiang Ye, holding Chuzheng, looked in that direction, but the shifting crowd made it hard to see exactly what was happening.

However, he heard someone shouting about blood and injuries.

Chuzheng didn’t even lift an eyelid, clearly uninterested, her hands crossed as she pulled on Jiang Ye’s clothes: “Let’s go.”

Jiang Ye wouldn’t find out until the next day that the injured person was Sheng Ting.

The one who wounded Sheng Ting was the long-missing Zhuang Yi.

Zhuang Yi had intended to kill Sheng Ting’s wife but was blocked by Sheng Ting, who was still being resuscitated.

Regardless, Sheng Ting’s wife certainly wasn’t going to let Zhuang Yi off easily.

Jiang Ye turned off his phone, looking at the person beside him, his lips curving into an involuntary smile.

“Stop it,” Chuzheng was still sleepy, her voice lacking its usual iciness, causing a tightness in Jiang Ye.

He purposefully nudged Chuzheng, calling her in a suggestive, lingering tone: “Baby…”

Chuzheng turned over, coldly rejecting Jiang Ye’s overly energetic morning exercise.

“Baby,” Jiang Ye called out pitifully: “I’m in agony.”

“Stop it,” Chuzheng took his hand to keep him from touching her indiscriminately.

Jiang Ye was persistently annoying, and as they tussled in the bed, Chuzheng’s sleepiness finally wore off.

She turned over and pinned Jiang Ye beneath her.

Jiang Ye wanted to resist at first, but recalling past tearful experiences, he ultimately lay back and waited for his grace.

The morning sun grew brighter, its light dancing in front of Jiang Ye’s eyes, causing a bit of dizziness, the pleasure stimulating his nerves, dragging him step by step into oblivion.

Thank you for coming into my life.