Chapter 603 - 299: The Mistress Might Not Be the Mistress, She Could Be the Fourth

"I’m... I’m the other woman?"

The muscular young man’s face was already tense, and now it turned a few shades darker.

The muscles on his arms seemed to deflate suddenly, his body shaking slightly as he leaned back.

"No, it’s impossible, she said, she was divorced, she divorced..."

The muscular young man, instantly as if possessed, had a complex mix of emotions on his face.

Seeing him like this, Ning An could only kindly remind:

"Don’t get too worked up. Maybe you’re not the other woman; you could be the third or fourth."

Hearing these words, the viewers in the livestream burst out laughing.

"Haha, isn’t being the other woman bad enough? What’s with the third and fourth?"

"Hahaha, rich women’s minds are unpredictable. Guess wrong, and you’ll lose."

"Now it’s over. If he didn’t know, maybe the rich woman would still play with him. But now that he’s exposed her face, he’s blocked his own path to riches!"

"..."

The muscular young man couldn’t see what was being said in the chat, nor did he want to look. He kept muttering to himself.

"No wonder, no wonder everything was fine before, even with other competitors."

"But everything changed after I proposed to her. No wonder she agreed so dismissively; no wonder after that, she didn’t need me anymore."

"It turns out she was planning to fire me. She was recruiting new blood from outside. Now I understand, I understand everything."

The anger faded from the muscular young man’s face, leaving only a sense of loss.

Ning An filled a cup with water, unhurriedly saying:

"If a rich woman is keeping you, you have to follow the rules of this business. Since when do gigolos get to fall in love or interfere in people’s matters?"

"She’s spending a lot of money on you. You just sit and enjoy it. Ambition will only harm you."

Hearing Ning An’s teasing, the viewers in the livestream laughed along.

"I’m dying here, Brother Sect Leader’s words are still as sharp as ever, no face-saving, just says it as it is."

"Disgraceful. I used to think that idiom was an exaggeration, but now it seems like a realistic portrayal."

"I say, this guy’s got guts, but not enough. The rich woman he found is way too young, probably only around sixty. I say, if you’re going to do this, go all the way, directly look for someone eighty or ninety. Just endure for a few years, wouldn’t that be great?"

"Bro, you must be kidding. There may be rich women in their eighties or nineties, but their functionality is probably gone, right?"

"Hey, what you said isn’t quite right. Even if functionality isn’t possible, having an eye-candy around, they’re still very willing."

"Exactly, exactly, a woman older by three years is like holding gold, if she’s thirty years older, that’s a whole empire."

"Hey, young man, there are some things you shouldn’t say lightly, there are taboos involved. You’re young, you don’t understand the tricks here.

Some words once spoken, will change your life’s path. What seems simple can affect your whole life. You don’t have the capacity to handle it.

So take this advice from me, delete that line and let me say it instead."

"That’s enough, my girlfriend’s about to turn eighty, I’m off to prepare her gift."

"..."

All the comments in the chat are hilarious.

In the end, the muscular young man couldn’t take it anymore, and left quickly after a flashy farewell.

Ning An shook his head with a smile, then told the viewers:

"Next up is random voice chat, everyone can apply now."

Hearing Ning An’s words, all the viewers went wild.

Suddenly, Ning An’s screen was flooded with voice chat requests.

...

At the same time.

Cishan.

There lies an ancient Daoist Temple on the mountain.

No one knows how long this Daoist Temple has been here; according to the villagers’ oral tradition, it’s been here since their ancestors’ ancestors’ ancestors’ time.

On both sides of the temple are two ancient pines. The sunlight filters through, casting dappled shadows on the path, whispering with the dark red doors.

Above the temple entrance hangs a wooden plaque with the inscription:

Qing Daoist Temple.

These three words are written with strength, as if echoing through time.

However, the former serenity is now long gone.

In and out of the temple, staff members wearing masks and uniforms bustle around.

They’re trying to decorate the temple in a mix of ancient and modern styles.

For example, in front of the Three Pure Ones Statue, they’ve thrown incense burners in the corner and replaced them with electronic incense burners and a brand new Merit Incense.

Nearby, on a thousand-year-old ginkgo tree, are red ribbons hung with messages for safety and matchmaking if you look closely.

Even the temple’s entrance has turnstiles installed; you buy a ticket at a nearby booth and scan the QR code on the ticket to enter the temple.

All these transformations have evaporated the original Daoist ethereal aura, replaced by a place infused with the scent of commerce.

A man in a suit, with a chubby face and a big belly, looked at all this and nodded in satisfaction.

Finally, the plaque was taken down, marking the completion of the entire temple renovation.

"That’s how it’s supposed to be."

"This is what a Daoist Temple in the new era should look like."

"The old guy before was so stubborn, no matter how high the price I offered, he wouldn’t sell me the Daoist Temple, bah!"

"Now it’s good, he didn’t get a penny, and I still got the temple in my hands!"

Looking at the newly renovated temple, the chubby man’s face split into a happy grin.