After Divorce, I Inherited the Game's Fortune

Yang Hao, upon hearing the heartbeats, felt a bit like laughing; his little subordinate really knew nothing at all.

Such things get easier with time—familiarity on the second go-around. Yang Hao assured himself that before long, Xu Meizhu would fall in love with the activity.

But there couldn't be a second round today, as Yang Hao's body was too formidable for a woman with no prior experience like Xu Meizhu to handle.

The two rested for a while longer, and then Yang Hao prepared to leave.

Xu Meizhu: "I'm having some difficulty walking!"

The Listening to Heartbeats skill kicked in again, and Yang Hao, seeing Xu Meizhu's slightly furrowed brow, didn't hesitate to lift her in a princess carry.

Xu Meizhu was initially shocked, but then a sweet smile appeared on her face, and she leaned her head against Yang Hao's chest.

Xu Meizhu: "Hao is so considerate!"

Yang Hao carried Xu Meizhu all the way to the car and didn't return to the shop but drove her straight back to the employee dormitory.

"When you find the time, buy some furniture and arrange the apartment in Linjiang Garden, then move in as soon as you can."

Before leaving, Yang Hao instructed her.

"Mm-hmm."

Xu Meizhu obediently nodded her head.

At that moment, Yang Hao heard another of her heartbeats: I really wish Hao would stay with me a bit longer!

"The alcohol hasn't worn off, and I can't drive. I'll just sleep here for a bit!"

Yang Hao paused. He felt he had indeed been somewhat remiss towards his loyal little subordinate, Xu Meizhu.

So, fulfilling this small wish was the least he could do.

Indeed, as soon as Yang Hao said this, Xu Meizhu's face beamed with a brilliant smile.

The two embraced in sleep, and Yang Hao found himself sleeping quite comfortably, awakening only in the evening.

He glanced at his phone—there were quite a few unread messages waiting for him.

Chen Ruohan: Boss, you haven't answered my question from yesterday yet!

Wang Chunxiao: Your Huaguo Bank privileged banking account is set up, you can deposit money now. I'll be your little financial steward from now on!

Below Wang Chunxiao's message was a photo of a bank card, whose last digits were six 6s!

Indeed, the treatment of a private banking customer was different—the card numbers were not only easy to remember but also very auspicious.

Yang Hao immediately called his personal banker at the Industrial Bank and completed the transfer.

Huaguo Bank Jiangcheng Main Branch.

After opening an account for Yang Hao, Wang Chunxiao had "lost contact" with him; he hadn't replied to Weixin messages, and his phone was unanswered.

"Chunxiao, where's your big client, the one with two hundred million?"

"Why hasn't the deposit hit the account yet?"Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Her colleague Zhang Yao asked with a chuckle. The two were in competition, so Zhang Yao was quite frustrated to learn that Wang Chunxiao had landed a two hundred million client.

But now, as the money was delayed, she couldn't help but take pleasure in Wang Chunxiao's potential misfortune.

If the money didn't come through, Wang Chunxiao would suffer a big loss. She had requested a special privilege from her leaders when she returned to the unit, followed a simplified process, and even obtained an exceptionally good bank account number.

If this were to fall through, she would have no way to explain it to her superiors.

At this moment, Wang Chunxiao was indeed anxious. Although she believed Yang Hao wasn't someone who broke his promises, the money had yet to be credited to the account.

Just as she was about to call Yang Hao again, she received a notification of a large transfer into the account—exactly two hundred million.

Seeing the notification, Wang Chunxiao immediately smiled. She looked at her colleague Zhang Yao: "Thanks for your good luck wishes; the money's come in!"

"It has?"

Zhang Yao's smile vanished from her face; she had been expecting to gloat over Wang Chunxiao's predicament, but now the two hundred million client had actually come through!

And for Wang Chunxiao, who had suddenly achieved her annual target, her mood was excellent as she hummed a tune, then sent another Weixin message to Yang Hao...

That evening, at the Haojue Club.

Ye Wei showed off her new tattoo to Huang Qing: "Qing, what do you think of my tattoo?"

"Are you insane? You actually got it done!" Huang Qing was left speechless.

"BFF tattoos!"

"This beats pretending to be cool with BFF outfits by a mile!" Ye Wei said with a giggle: "Look, after you got your tattoo, Hao gave you three billion, right?"

"I don't need three billion, three million will do for me."

Huang Qing was both amused and frustrated; she had thought Ye Wei was joking, only to find the woman had been serious.

"Qing, Director Zhao is here," said Huang Qing's assistant, knocking and entering the office.

At the mention, Huang Qing's brow furrowed; Director Zhao, of course, referred to Zhao Jinlong. Knowing that Huang Qing had regained control of the Haojue Club, he'd been frequenting it lately, but each time, he would find some excuse to see her.

"I'll go!"

Ye Wei, knowing her BFF wasn't keen on meeting Zhao Jinlong, volunteered to follow the assistant out of the office.

"Qing, Mr. Yang is here!"

A short while after Ye Wei left, another staff member came to notify her.

Hearing that Yang Hao had arrived, Huang Qing was overjoyed. Bad news always seemed to be followed by good news.

She had been worried about what trouble Zhao Jinlong might cause, but now her thoughts had moved on from the matter.

"Got it, you can go."

Huang Qing motioned the staff member away. Moments later, Yang Hao walked into the office.

"Hao," Huang Qing greeted him with a beaming smile, giving him an enthusiastic hug.

She was wearing her signature black leather pants, highlighting the contours of her thighs and backside very distinctly.

Yang Hao gently patted her pert behind, the elastic flesh rippling with the touch, giving an excellent feeling.

Umm~

Huang Qing couldn't help but murmur softly, and then looked up at Yang Hao, her beautiful eyes swirling with mist, obviously having some thoughts.

Miss Color was not one to beat around the bush; without further ado, she launched her offensive.

Then, Yang Hao carried Miss Color to the office desk...

In the private room.

Zhao Jinlong didn't come alone but brought with him five or six cronies. They seemed to have drunk elsewhere as each of them was flushed with alcohol, talking endlessly in the sort of way that would make cows run away from them!

"Get your Manager Huang over here, I need to talk to her,"

Zhao Jinlong said, his arm around an "actress" and sporting a potbelly.

"Director Zhao, you can just talk to me about it, Qing isn't at the club right now," Ye Wei replied with a smile, smoothly telling a lie.

"Don't try to fool me, the waiters have said that Huang Qing is here!" Zhao Jinlong snorted.

"Which waiter said that?"

Ye Wei instinctively glanced at the waiters in the private room, cursing silently in her mind, but her face was still filled with a smile, "What he said was from an hour ago, Huang Qing is not in the club now!"

"Then call her and tell her to come back, I have something to say to her!"

"Director Zhao, whatever it is, you can tell it to me,"

"I want to talk about marriage with Huang Qing, you tmd can't decide for her!"

Zhao Jinlong waved his hand impatiently. Today, he truly felt invincible, as, after being pushed to the brink, his father had finally agreed to prepare a dowry of 88.88 million for him!

Zhao Jinlong believed that with this kind of money, Huang Qing would definitely crawl at his feet obediently.

"Stop wasting time and call her over!"

"Yeah, you're not giving our Brother Long face, huh?"

A few lackeys chimed in to stir the pot.

"Director Zhao, please wait a moment, I will call Sister Qing,"

Left with no choice, Ye Wei had to step out of the private room momentarily. She rushed towards Huang Qing's office, intending to discuss countermeasures with her best friend.

"Sister Qing, that Zhao guy..."

Ye Wei didn't think too much and simply pushed open the office door. Then she was stunned.

After being stunned for a second, she quickly closed the office door behind her and double-locked it.

"Hao, I'll help you!"

This artificial beauty assistant made her presence known once again.

With previous experiences, Yang Hao didn't mind, but when the little assistant, Ye Wei, took off her work jacket, Yang Hao was taken aback.

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You tmd use my name as a totem or what?!

The "Hao is great" tattoo on Huang Qing's back was still somewhat subtle, but the "Hao, go harder" on Ye Wei's back was just too explicit.

If any other man saw this, wouldn't he go crazy with excitement?

The desire to win just maxed out.

Hao, go harder, right?!

Let's see who's stronger.

Come on, tell me which of us has more strength!

But to be fair, such things could satisfy a man's possessiveness and vanity.

It's like putting a personal label on one's possession!

With that tattoo, the little assistant Ye Wei wouldn't even need to try, she just needed to appear in Yang Hao's line of sight with her back to him...

After all, those four words were very eye-catching, and the original buff she had was significantly enhanced!

Billions of goals were swiped off nonchalantly.

The little assistant Ye Wei considerately came over to clean up the aftermath, and Huang Qing took a moment before speaking, "What's the situation with Zhao Jinlong?"

"He's making a fuss about seeing you, says it's about marriage!"

"Talking about marriage? Is he out of his mind?!" Huang Qing looked incredulous. Hadn't she made things very clear before? What whimsy was this guy on now?

"He also brought several henchmen, and they seem pretty confident," Ye Wei added.

Thud thud thud.

As they were talking, urgent knocking came from the door.

"What's the matter?"

Huang Qing asked loudly.

"Mr. Huang, that Director Zhao says if you don't come out, he's going to bring people to smash up the place,"

an anxious voice of a waiter came from outside.

"Alright, I'll be right there."

Huang Qing responded, scornfully curling her lip, "With that loser's guts, smash the place, yeah right!"

Huang Qing knew Zhao Jinlong well, having known him for many years. Smashing the place was something he wouldn't dare do. It might be possible in a small establishment, but Haojue Club wasn't a place you could just smash up at will.

But, she still needed to go out and deal with the situation.

"I'm also going to see what that gas cylinder freak wants to do!"

By this time, the little assistant had considerately fastened Yang Hao's belt for him. To be fair, the services rendered by Ye Wei, the artificial beauty, were really up to par.

It's true, as long as you have money, there's no service you can't buy, even poker playing can have an assistant; it's treatment akin to that of an ancient emperor.