155: I'm afraid I won't survive tonight.

"Alright, there will be plenty of time for pleasantries later."

"Let's head back to the Jiang Family first."

Seeing that the situation was quite harmonious and no Shuraba scenario had emerged, Jiang Che couldn't help but smile knowingly, feeling deeply relieved. With a wave of his hand, he made a direct decision.

Ever since Li Yanran appeared, the various emotional fluctuations of Liu Mengxi, this White Silk Little Loli, had never ceased, and her emotion points was pouring out rapidly.

This brought Jiang Che a bountiful harvest, while simultaneously leaving him unable to laugh or cry.

He really hadn't noticed before that this Little Loli had such a strong jealous streak.

Regarding this, Jiang Che appeared very calm and was not flustered in the slightest.

To handle Liu Mengxi, this adorable and naive sweet girl, Jiang Che had all sorts of methods; it was truly effortless.

For this kind of jealous Little Loli, sweet words and sugary coated shells were indispensable, and he even had to turn her into a cream puff!

In this way, Liu Mengxi would have no spare time to be jealous at all.

The more he thought about it, the more Jiang Che felt this plan was highly feasible.

He really was a Genius!

"But, I didn't bring any gifts for your uncle and aunt this time..."

Li Yanran lightly bit her red lips and spoke hesitantly, her face flushing slightly with embarrassment.

Li Yanran did not resist returning to the Jiang Family to visit with Jiang Che; in fact, she was quite happy about it.

But coming here this time was too hurried; she hadn't even prepared any gifts.

Showing up empty-handed was perhaps a bit too inappropriate.

"Small problem..."

"As for gifts, your husband has already prepared them for you all, one for each."

Jiang Che smiled calmly and clapped his hands. Maids dressed in various uniforms appeared in the villa hall, holding exquisite gifts one by one.

After leaving Qingteng Mountain Villa, Jiang Che took his four wives, big and small, onto the stretched Lincoln. With the Shadow Secret Guards driving, the motorcade headed majestically toward the Jiang Family villa complex.

The Lincoln drove smoothly down the road. Liu Mengxi and the other three women sat together, chattering about some private topics among girls, chirping like orioles and swallows, vying with each other in beauty.

Jiang Che leaned back in the spacious and comfortable seat, took out his laptop, and began to check the recent situation of the three protagonists.

After the Xia Family banquet, Jiang Che had gone to Heaven on Earth to handle Natasha, that top-tier foreign beauty, so he hadn't paid much attention to the three protagonists.

Even so, Jiang Che had been sending people to tail the three protagonists, and the hummingbird detection robot was also monitoring them 24 hours a day in real-time, sending back various high-definition images.

In the images, Chen Hao, this little divine doctor who had just come down the mountain, was in high spirits and glowing with health.

He was taking Yang Cuifen and Wang Dani, those two Devil Bogang, on a wild shopping spree, earning their shock and admiration, while also attracting the pointing and whispering of countless passersby.

The passersby really couldn't understand; they couldn't understand this Heaven-Defying maneuver by Chen Hao.

Since he was so rich, how could he still fancy super fat pigs and tank warriors like Yang Cuifen and Wang Dani?

Walking like that, their whole bodies of fat were trembling; wasn't he afraid of being crushed to death by a Mount Tai-like weight?

Previously at the Xia Family Manor, Chen Hao had already become completely famous in the Linjiang upper-class circles and gone viral on the internet, nicknamed by netizens as the Fifth Great Talent of Linjiang, a soft-rice eater, an Innate Son-in-law Saint Body, a Phoenix man...

Therefore, no matter where this guy Chen Hao went, he became the focus of everyone's attention, subject to constant pointing and criticism.

As for where this poor kid Chen Hao got the money?

Naturally, it was the annulment compensation given to Chen Hao by Xia Changlin, a sum of 20 million, which could be considered as completely severing all ties between Chen Hao and the Jiang Family.

If he were in his right mind, a protagonist like Chen Hao, who was unruly and possessed a proud backbone, would naturally never accept such compensation.

But under the effect of the infatuation card, Chen Hao's sanity had long been lost, so naturally, he wouldn't refuse.

"I'm really looking forward to the day this guy regains his sanity..."

After checking Chen Hao's recent situation, Jiang Che's lips curled upward; he couldn't help but chuckle, his heart full of mischievous glee.

Once his brain cleared up completely, thinking back on the experience of being humiliated by those two fat pigs, would Chen Hao be so angry that he would drop dead on the spot?

With his hands tapping on the keyboard, Jiang Che checked the recent situations of Lin Tian and Luo Chen.

At the last Xia Family banquet, Lin Tian had keenly sensed a trace of something strange and chose to leave halfway through.

After leaving, Lin Tian used the pseudonym Lin Xiao, put on a human skin mask, and returned to Lin University to work as a security guard.

However, having learned from the painful lesson before—where he had diarrhea for seven days and seven nights for no reason, directly causing a rectal prolapse—Lin Tian was now acting much more low-key.

He didn't continue to show off or act cool, but simply performed his duties as a security guard, pondering his plans to hunt for beauties and waiting for an opportunity.

As a professional assassin, the one thing Lin Tian didn't lack was patience; his Heart-Nature was countless times stronger than that of Chen Hao and Luo Chen.

"These children of destiny... are they so obsessed with jobs like security guards?"

Jiang Che muttered to himself and finally checked the recent situation of Luo Chen.

Compared to the unscathed Lin Tian and Chen Hao, the current Luo Chen looked much more miserable, being humiliated by a group of old black men in turns; he was already on the verge of a breakdown.

His behavior was idiotic and insane.

His physical injuries hadn't been fully healed, yet he still had to be on an IV drip every day while being forced to serve guests, and he wasn't even allowed to rest in between...

Suffering such humiliation, how could Luo Chen's mind not collapse?

"Tsk tsk, how pitiful!"

"This guy, he won't be screwed to death, will he?"

Jiang Che had a strange expression, suddenly thinking of Lin Ming's previous miserable death.

Jiang Che felt that Luo Chen would likely follow in Lin Ming's footsteps, with the only difference being that Lin Ming was screwed to death by a crazed Mu Feng, while Luo Chen was going to be... by a group of old black men.

"This idiot probably still doesn't understand why he ended up in this state..."

With a wicked smile, Jiang Che closed his laptop and began to close his eyes to rest, no longer paying too much attention.

Everything was under control; the three protagonists hadn't escaped his grasp, nor could they escape his layout. He could crush them anytime, anywhere, so Jiang Che wasn't in a hurry.

However, looking at the current situation, it seemed unlikely that this guy Luo Chen would survive the night.

The motorcade sped along the road, and after about an hour, it arrived at Yunding Manor in the Jiang Family villa complex.

After getting out of the car, Jiang Che took his four beautiful wives and, surrounded by a group of maids, headed straight for the villa hall.

"Dad, Mom, I'm back!"

"Yo, the Old Master is back too?"

After entering the hall, Jiang Che called out in turn, and seeing his grandfather sitting on the sofa, chatting with his father, his tone was slightly surprised.

Before coming home, Jiang Che hadn't known the news that the Old Master had returned to Linjiang.

As one of the Nine Elders and a member of the Supreme Pavilion, Jiang Jianguo didn't have much time to stay at home, as he usually stayed in the Imperial Capital to hold down the fort.

In the past, unless it was the Mid-Autumn Festival, National Day, or Spring Festival, the Old Master rarely came home.