Chapter 272 - 142: Heaven Does Not Fail the Rich (Part 2)

Chapter 272: Chapter 142: Heaven Does Not Fail the Rich (Part 2)

Cynical life advice?

From their semester together, Shen Qingning knew her class monitor loved to moralize and hand out cynical life advice.

Shen Qingning: [Yeah, Class Monitor, I get it. I know you’re telling me to be strong, to endure the darkness, because the light is just ahead (Fighting)]

Su Ran: [Keep it up. You’ll succeed.]

Shen Qingning: [I definitely will.]

This piece of "cynical life advice" wasn’t from Su Ran, but what the system said when it was loading.

And indeed, Su Ran had endured his own darkness back then and welcomed the dawn.

After their chat and reading the cynical advice, Shen Qingning was filled with a renewed fighting spirit. Since she couldn’t see her grandmother in the ICU, she had breakfast at her hotel and then went to Taikoo Li to continue running her stall to earn money to pay back her class monitor. Because she felt the dawn was just ahead, the present darkness seemed like nothing.

In reality, she didn’t know that those words weren’t from Su Ran. They were from the system, right before the Divine Wealth System loaded for Su Ran.

Furthermore, it had come with another line: Society is a bitch that only fawns over the rich.

Of course, it was better that Shen Qingning thought Su Ran had said it. That way, she had a goal to strive for. If she knew the truth, she probably would have stopped believing in the dawn altogether.

...

"Here we are, handsome."

"Alright."

Su Ran paid the fare, got out of the car, and headed down a mountain path through the lush jungle.

He took pictures of everything along the way with his DSLR.

After a long walk, he finally reached the ferry landing.

"What took you so long? My butt hurts from sitting here."

When Xie Yiren saw Su Ran arrive, she tossed aside the small mushroom she had been peeling bald in her hand.

"The scenery here is amazing. I was taking pictures the whole way. Hold still, let me get a shot of you."

He raised his DSLR, squinted one eye, and CLICK, snapped a picture of Xie Yiren in her Miao Clan attire.

"Yiren, have you lost weight?"

"I’m back home. Of course I have to work, don’t I?"

"Even a Saintess has to work?"

"This Saintess even has to worry about money."

"You’re short on cash?"

"Duh. Who isn’t, besides you?"

"I’m short on cash too. I just need another few hundred million to hit a billion."

"If you’re so rich, why don’t you give me a hundred million?"

"Sure. Tonight I’ll give you a hundred million... of my ’essence’."

"I swear I’m going to hit you."

A small boat drifted on the emerald green surface of the lake.

"Su Ran, I heard rich men don’t get married because they’re afraid women will scam them out of their fortunes. Instead, they just pick a suitable girl to have a child for them and pay her a huge sum. That’s what Superman Li’s son did. Are you going to be like that?"

"I won’t."

"Why not?"

"I’m not as rich as Superman Li and his kind."

"...I mean *if*. Do you get it? *If*."

"Even then, I wouldn’t. How can a person not get married? The sooner you have a son, the sooner you can enjoy life. I want to get married before I’m 30."

"Really?"

"Of course."

"Then it must be Liu Jinyu," Xie Yiren said with a beaming smile.

"Nope. It’s Xie Yiren."

His tone was decisive and unwavering.

’Damn ’emergency PR’ response.’

However, this emergency PR response was brilliant.

You have to understand, the four of them were close sisters. If Su Ran had answered, "Who can say what the future holds? How would I know who the bride will be?"

He would have offended two of them: Liu Jinyu and Xiao Wanqing.

Her best friend, Xie Yiren, would have definitely thought Su Ran was just playing around and might have even thrown him into the river to feed the fish.

Saying any of the others’ names would have been bad. The only right answer was Xie Yiren.

"Me? Stop fooling around."

Her blushing face, a mixture of shyness and annoyance, was utterly adorable.

Su Ran stood up and wobbled across the small boat. He took her soft, smooth little hand, placing his over hers on the oar, and they rowed together, swaying back and forth~

"You started the joke, so of course I joked back." Su Ran changed the subject. "By the way, are those road surveyors still around?"

"They finished the survey and left on Tuesday. Su Ran, thank you for everything you’ve done for me."

"I’ve already done so much for you. So, can you...?"

"No risqué photos."

Xie Yiren blushed, nibbling on her lower lip.

"Haven’t you already seen them? You even lay on them looking for the ’scent of a mother.’ Now you want to take pictures? You have too many tricks up your sleeve. I refuse. Otherwise, this time you’ll take pictures of my chest, and next time you’ll go too far and want a full-body shot. No way."

She stubbornly shook her head and body in refusal. As she swayed, her "peaks" jiggled, their reflection dancing on the water’s surface.

Su Ran was completely mesmerized.

"How about you take pictures of my feet instead? Didn’t you say my feet are small and pretty, and that you couldn’t get enough of them? So, you can take pictures of my feet, okay?"

"Oh."

Xie Yiren looked at his expression. He was just like a three-year-old pouting for an Ultraman Tiga toy, but his big sister refuses and instead coaxes and tricks him into settling for a "Five Dragon Knight" to play with.

’Go ahead and sulk,’ she thought. ’Your big sister Yiren isn’t going to satisfy you. It’s not like I’m a wish-granting book that gives you whatever you want.’

The boat reached the shore.

"Remember to keep your distance later, you hear?" Xie Yiren reminded him.

"Don’t worry. I’ll keep a very long distance from the ’Saintess’," Su Ran said with a deadpan expression.

"You..." Xie Yiren raised a fist. She knew Su Ran all too well. This was his classic move: acting pitiful to make her heart soften and give in to him. ’Not this time. Letting him sleep at my place last time was already crossing the line. Now he wants to take pictures? I can’t let him keep getting his way.’

’Men always take a mile when you give them an inch.’

’Especially Su Ran. He’s the worst.’

"How about I let you take the pictures?"

"Really?"

A smile immediately blossomed on Su Ran’s face.

"Just kidding." She turned and walked away. After a few steps, she snuck a giggle, then grabbed a foxtail weed and waved it around. From behind her came Su Ran’s shout, "Hey, hey, hey, Xie Yiren! A real man keeps his word!" She turned back. "I’m a woman, not a ’real man.’ Since you’re the ’real man,’ you shouldn’t go against a woman’s wishes."

Su Ran: "..."

’Sister Wanqing gives me whatever I want, but all I get from Xie Yiren are her feet.’

...

BANG! POP! CRACKLE!... The sound of firecrackers.

The small Miao Village welcomed Su Ran with their highest honors. The firecrackers were handmade by the village elders using ancient methods said to date back to the Ming Dynasty. The drinks were rice wine, with serving tables stretching from the village entrance all the way to the Saintess’s home.

Seeing this setup, Su Ran’s legs went soft. "This... Yiren is going to drink until her stomach bleeds."

Xie Yiren just smiled. "It’s fine, I know my limits. Sister Liu, come and offer a toast to Boss Su."

’It’s better if he gets drunk,’ she thought. ’That way he won’t be nagging me all day like Tang Monk to take pictures of my chest.’

A simple Miao Clan woman came up holding rice wine, singing a Miao song to offer a toast. "Boss Su, this cup is for you. I hope that when the road is built, it can reach the gate of my courtyard."

Su Ran: "No problem, Sister Liu. When the time comes, I’ll have the construction team pave your courtyard with concrete, too, and make it big and wide."

Sister Liu was overjoyed to hear this. "That would be wonderful! My courtyard is just a primitive dirt yard now. If Boss Su helps me pave it with concrete, you’ll be able to come and go as you please, Boss Su!"

"Ahem..." Su Ran coughed awkwardly twice. The words of the simple villagers were naturally not as complicated as those of people from the outside world. "Don’t worry, I’ll have all of your courtyards paved with concrete, every single household."

WOW~

The crowd cheered.

Xie Yiren: "Su Ran, when you do my family’s courtyard, can you make it a little more level? That way, water won’t flood the house when it rains."

Su Ran: "Your courtyard? Not enough concrete. Not doing it."

"You! Hmph!"

Xie Yiren puffed up her cheeks and stalked out of the crowd. She knew Su Ran was just being mischievous.

"Trade a chest pic for a concrete courtyard? No way~"