Return to the Day When My Pregnant Wife Jumped Off the Building-Chapter 201 Calculation Is Inferior to Fate_1

Apart from the first generation, practically every family head of the wealthy clans grew up from being a prodigal.

Zhuang Luonian was no exception.

This old man’s tastes in pleasure were far stronger than those of his grandson, Zhuang Wending.

At most, Zhuang Wending liked to collect women with charm, but he had tried all kinds of thrills and eventually fell for the company of both men and women.

In that order, literally.

However, now that Zhuang Luonian had grown old and could no longer entertain women, he could only keep a beautiful man by his side.

And Xue Yuan Shan was the birthday gift that his son and Zhuang Wending’s father, Zhuang Hanwen, gave to him for his seventieth birthday.

Yes, that’s right, a son giving his father a male concubine.

That’s how filthy the inside of a great family can be.

But Xiao Ming knew something more than Zhuang Luonian did—that the obedient and frail Xue Yuan Shan by his side was to be the grim reaper who would harvest his old life in the future.

The mastermind behind it all was Zhuang Hanwen.

He would end up dying at the hands of the male concubine given by his son because of his assault on his daughter-in-law.

The life of Zhuang Luonian could not be said to be uneventful.

Thinking about this gossip, Xiao Ming leaned against the boat railing and lit a cigarette in the deep night sea breeze.

He wondered whether he should give Old Zhuang a heads up or not?

The more chaotic the Zhuang Family became, the more it worked in his favor.

As for what would happen to Xue Yuan Shan, he didn’t care at all.

Because this dude wasn’t any sort of good bird anyway; in some ways, he was more detestable than both Zhuang Luonian and Zhuang Wending.

Despite appearing soft and delicate like a girl, he actually had a very twisted and dark psyche, with incredibly deep schemes.

In the previous life, after Xue Yuan Shan got rid of Zhuang Luonian, not only was he not killed by Zhuang Hanwen to silence him, but he even became a close associate of Zhuang Hanwen, and he nearly caused the Zhuang Family to change their last name to Xue.

In the decade or so between the death of Zhuang Luonian and Zhuang Wending taking over as the family head, just the number of people directly killed from Xue Yuan Shan’s cruel hands exceeded fifty, not to mention all sorts of wild criminal trades.

One could say he played a considerable role in the downfall of the Zhuang Family.

"Excuse me, sir?"

As Xiao Ming was pondering, Xue Yuan Shan suddenly came up to him and politely said, "I’m sorry, my master has a heart and lung condition and can’t tolerate the smell of smoke. Could you please move downwind to smoke? Thank you!"

"No problem."

Looking at the delicate and pretty face of the fellow, Xiao Ming suddenly had an idea, lowered his voice and said quickly, "Zhuang Wending will help you."

Xue Yuan Shan’s body trembled violently, shocked beyond measure, while Xiao Ming just laughed, stood up, and walked toward the stern of the boat, nodding to Zhuang Luonian as he passed by.

Father, son, and concubine, the three sharing a common goal but each with their own schemes, it’d be weird if the Zhuang Family didn’t end up in utter chaos.

After traveling for about two hours in the seemingly endless darkness, a huge structure appeared in front of the fishing boat, with rows of lights resembling a castle on the sea.

About ten minutes later, the fishing boat slowly approached the massive ship, docking next to the sloping gangway.

At the bottom of the gangplank, on the platform, stood a third officer and two armed crew members, all foreigners with deep-set eyes and aquiline noses.

After having their tickets inspected, Xiao Ming was the first to climb the gangway, stepping onto the deck.

In his previous life, whenever he felt empty, he chose to board a ship, squandering a fortune, indulging in gambling and laughter, spending countless debauched years here.

Looking back at his own hollow shell, Xiao Ming felt an uncontrollable emotion and reached out to touch the life ring hanging on the railing.

At this moment, Zhuang Luonian and Xue Yuan Shan also came aboard.

As they brushed past each other, a golden card fell at Xiao Ming’s feet.

It was something only senior members possessed.

As long as you pay an annual membership fee of $100,000, you can become a senior member of the gambling boat. Not only are the boarding time and location unrestricted, but you’ll also have a suite exclusively for you on board.

So there’s no need to buy a ticket every time, the gold card is the pass.

Xue Yuan Shan had left Zhuang Luonian’s gold card behind, clearly intending to meet with Xiao Ming privately.

Xiao Ming had no such plans. The man was too good-looking for his taste, so revolting that, bending down, he picked up the card and threw it straight into the sea.

A temporary ticket allows you to stay on the ship for one night only, and leave at dawn. That little time might not even be enough for gambling and entertainment, so naturally, there wouldn’t be a dedicated room unless you’re willing to pay for it.

The cheapest single room costs $5,000 a night.

From this perspective, the annual membership fee of $100,000 is indeed quite cost-effective.

Just as the lower the hotel floor, the cheaper the price, the single rooms on the cruise ship are also located in the lower part of the cabin, with more than half of the round porthole under the water, which looks quite frightening.

Xiao Ming arrived at the room he had booked for four thousand Hua Currency by Si, and took out a set of casual suits he had bought on purpose from a luxury menswear store during the day to change into.

It’s not about showing off, but about blending in.

In the eyes of someone with an agenda, a lot can be deduced from a person’s actions, movements, and details of their attire.

And the best disguise is undoubtedly to merge with your surroundings.

In his past life, Xiao Ming had been a top-class tycoon. After changing clothes, he was confident he could fool even the gambling boat’s computers, preventing anyone from linking him to the business up-and-comer Longyin.

However, no matter how well you prepare, in the face of accidents and coincidences, all plans are null and void.

After getting ready, Xiao Ming stepped out of his room. Just as he was about to close the door, a woman in a black evening dress came out of the room opposite.

Their eyes met, and even though both were wearing half masks, they recognized each other instantly.

"You..."

The woman covered Xiao Ming’s mouth with her hand, pushed him back into the room, then slammed the door shut.

"Why are you here?"

The woman took off her mask, revealing an energetic and resolute face—it was Ding Jianwei, someone Xiao Ming had not known for long but with whom he had already cooperated tacitly.

"I should be asking you!"

Xiao Ming also removed his mask, his eyes as round as hers, "You have no jurisdiction here, and if your identity is exposed, you’ll immediately become shark shit.

There are better ways to seek death, aren’t there?"

"Can’t I just be here to have fun?"

"Are you here to have fun?"

Ding Jianwei pouted, "We received a tip that a secret document is going to be sold on this ship.

This document is crucial, its implications wide-reaching. In the wrong hands, the consequences would be unimaginable.

So I have to come up here and stop the transaction."

Xiao Ming thought for less than two seconds before putting his mask back on, pulling the door open.

"You go! Let’s pretend we never saw each other."

A flash of resolve sparked in Ding Jianwei’s eyes. Far from leaving, she sat down beside the bed, her long, powerful, and straight legs visible beneath the high-slit evening gown.

"Dear Xiao the big boss, that’s not very much in the spirit of friendship, is it?"

"Oh, your sister!"

Xiao Ming closed the door, fuming, "I came here tonight to make money and incidentally to buy a bodyguard for my wife."

"And is that the respectful protector of innocent lives and the responsible man you claim to be?"

"Don’t try to trap me with words. A good man isn’t a saint. All I want in this life is to live peacefully with my wife until the end of my days, make some money, do the occasional good deed to cultivate my taste—that’s all.

I have no intention, nor interest, in dying for my country."