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  Pi Ruan seemed to be quite familiar with Jiang g and didn’t feel awkward. He directly pulled over a chair and sat across from Jiang g. But before he could speak, Jiang g shot him a gnd said, “Take off your sungsses before you talk to me.”

  The Fatty thought it would be rude if he left right after Pi Ruan arrived, so he also found a pce to sit, but kept some distance from the two.

  He didn’t want to interfere with the doctor’s important work.

  Pi Ruaated for a while after hearing Jiang g’s request, before relutly removing his sungsses.

  The moment he did, the Fatty was immediately stunned.

  Pi Ruan’s face, which wasn’t very handsome to begin with, had several scars, especially on the right side, which looked like they had been scratched by long nails and had just scabbed over.

  What shocked the Fatty the most was his left eye, which was so swollen that he could only open it a crack. The area around his eye was bruised and purple, clearly indig that the punch had been brutal.

  Had Pi Ruan beeen up?

  The Fatty couldn’t uand. He looked like a person of some status—how could he have beeen to such a state?

  However, Jiang g seemed pletely unfazed. He leaned ba the sofa, leisurely assessing Pi Ruan, as if this was something he was aced to.

  He picked up the cup, took a sip of the water the Fatty had poured earlier, the back down and calmly said, “Tell me, what happehis time?”

  Pi Ruan said pitifully, “It’s that mess with my girlfriend’s assets!”

  “This time, it was her two granddaughters, and... and that useless grandson!” Pi Ruan seemed to recall the dreadful situation when he was beaten, his lips trembling with anger. “They called me to the hotel, g it was to recile, and look at this!”

  He poio the injuries on his fad angrily said, “They pyed dirty!”

  “They wao ruin my handsome face so that my girlfriend would distance herself from me!” He gritted his teeth and snorted, “They’re dreaming!”

  The Fatty increasingly felt something wasn’t right and thought Pi Ruan might be trying to live off his girlfriend. But this was the doctor’s domain, so the Fatty knew better than to interfere with business matters.

  After a few seds of silence, Jiang g finally spoke up. He struck a pose that the Fatty felt he’d seen before, then casually extewo fingers, shook them, and said, “Two points.”

  Pi Ruan and the Fatty immediately sat up straight.

  The Fatty, in reflex, began searg for paper and pen.

  “First,” Jiang g zily g Pi Ruan, “six hundred million should not be called a small asset.”

  The Fatty froze for a moment, then his face torted, realizing the gravity of what had just been said.

  “Sed,” Jiang g leaned slightly forward, exerting pressure like a mountain on Pi Ruaared into Pi Ruan’s eyes and tinued, “Didn’t I warn you not to be too greedy?”

  Pi Ruan swallowed and quietly said, “Dr. Jiang, I did exactly as you said. I only took what you told me to, not a penny more.”

  Jiang g furrowed his brows, “How was the agreement drafted?”

  “It’s that if something unfortunate happens to my girlfriend, or if she bees paralyzed, her assets are split 70/30. I only take what I’m entitled to,” Pi Ruan swore early.

  The Fatty’s eyes turned green with envy as he immediately uood why the doctor had previously said that if something happeo Pi Ruan’s girlfriend, he would wear a red outfit.

  Thirty pert of six hundred million was a whopping 180 million!

  The Fatty could hardly fathom the amount of wealth. Even if he earned 6,000 a month, it would take him 3,000 years to make 180 million—without eating or drinking!

  If he were in Pi Ruan’s shoes, the Fatty thought, it wouldn’t be just a matter of wearing red. He would probably do something like crossing the Lop Nur desert upside down, because that money would not feel secure otherwise.

  TL/N: It emphasizes the idea of doing something unventional or arduous to guarantee safety or success.

  Jiang g was silent for a few seds, then suddenly seemed to realize something. He raised his head, stared at Pi Ruan, and asked, “You’re not pnning to take the seventy pert, are you?”

  Pi Ruan seemed stunned for a moment, then replied, “Isn’t that the pn?”

  Jiang g: “…”

  At this point, the Fatty raised his hand. He hadn’t wao speak, but couldn’t hold himself back. “Pi Ruan, my brother,” the Fatty said, pursing his lips. “You still run now. If you wait any longer, it might be too te.”

  The Fatty could tell that Jiang g didn’t want to get involved in Pi Ruan’s business. But, Pi Ruan begged so much that Jiang g finally relented as Pi Ruan whispered something in his ear.

  After hearing this, Jiang g’s face turned red, and then he looked at Pi Ruan with a validating gnce. Pi Ruan blinked hard, signaling that it was all covered.

  “Fine,” Jiang g sighed and sat ba the sofa. “Who told me to have such a kind and generous heart?”

  “Dr. Jiang, you’re not just kied,” Pi Ruan bowed deeply, eager to ftter him, “You’re excellent, and most importantly, handsome!”

  “Alright,” Jiang g waved his hand. “Regarding this matter, I will e up with a pn by tomorrow. Just wait for my news.”

  “Thank you, Dr. Jiang!” Pi Ruan bowed at a 180-degree angle.

  The Fatty suspected that he might have limited Pi Ruan’s freedom, but it seemed like Pi Ruan would have bowed to the doctor a couple of times before leaving, if it weren’t for him being there.

  “Then I’ll trouble you, Dr. Jiang,” Pi Ruan rubbed his haedly. “You go ahead, I won’t disturb you.”

  After speaking, Pi Ruan turned and walked toward the door, knowing Jiang g’s temper—he didn’t like people talking nonsense, especially when there was no be to it.

  Jiang g grabbed a broer bag from the sofa and slowly said, “Wait.”

  Pi Ruan immediately stopped, turned around, and looked at Jiang g with fusion, asking, “Dr. Jiang, is there something else?”

  “There’s something I need you to help with,” Jiang g hahe broer bag in Pi Ruan’s dire.

  The distaween them was clearly not enough for Pi Ruan to reach the bag, so he quickly jogged over, respectfully taking the bag. Ihere were several sketches.

  Portraits.

  The sketches were of several women.

  They were done in pencil, with simple yet sharp lihe women’s brows in the sketches seemed to have a curved sharpness like a knife.

  There were four pictures in total.

  Eae depicted a different woman.

  Pi Ruan curiously flipped through the sketches, then raised his head, fused, and asked, “These…”

  “There are two women in total,” Jiang g gestured with his eyes, “The first three pictures are of one woman in different outfits, and the third one is based on my guess of what she would look like with gsses.”

  The Fatty’s eyes widened as soon as he saw the sketches. He reized the woman in the pictures as Xiaomeng and was shocked by Jiang g’s drawing skills.

  With just a few strokes, Xiaomeng’s essence leapt off the page.

  It was at least 90% accurate.

  (End of the Chapter)

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