"Him? Extraordinary?" Zhang ilan snorted.
"He wasn’t lying. He really did withdraw a lot of money," Tang Xuewu said, suddenly looking at her mother. "That waitress just had no judgnt."
"Xuewu, what are you trying to say? Spit it out," Zhang ilan said, leaning in eagerly.
"Qin Long really isn’t short on money," Tang Xuewu said, her expression serious. "The card he has is Jiangzhong’s highest-level Purple Crystal Card. Mom, do you know what that ans? You need a net worth of at least fifty million yuan and significant influence just to apply for one."
A Purple Crystal Card... Zhang ilan knew about them. Her father had once told her that only people from top-tier families were qualified to apply. You needed both wealth and power; money alone wasn’t enough. Only promising young n like Wang Ming could get one. In all of Jiangzhong, fewer than ten people qualified. And Qin Long has one?
"Where is it? Where’s the Purple Crystal Card? Give it to !" Zhang ilan’s eyes lit up with excitent.
"Well... I was thinking, since this was to sort out the issue with Wang Ming’s transfer, I felt it would be wrong to ask for the card..." Tang Xuewu trailed off, waving her hand dismissively.
"What? You didn’t take it? Why not?!" Zhang ilan shot to her feet, fuming. "How much was on it?"
"Ten million," Tang Xuewu said.
Hearing this, Zhang ilan imdiately sat back down and burst out laughing. "That’s hilarious! So the boy managed to secretly save up a thousand yuan? Impressive!"
"It was ten *million* yuan, not a thousand!" Tang Xuewu sighed in exasperation.
"What?!" Zhang ilan’s expression changed in an instant. Her eyes went wide as she stared at her daughter. "Ten million? This... this...!"
Zhang ilan stood frozen in shock. Tang Xuewu understood completely. If she hadn’t seen the printed receipt with her own eyes, she wouldn’t have believed it either. The Qin Long who had been a simpleton for three years, unable to produce even a single yuan, had ten million in his bank account. Nobody would believe such a story.
"How could Qin Long possibly have that much money?" Zhang ilan waved her arms, refusing to believe it. "It can’t be true! It just can’t be!"
"I saw the transaction receipt myself."
Her daughter’s words snapped Zhang ilan back to reality. After all, this was her own child; she wouldn’t lie to her.
"What did he say at the ti?" Zhang ilan asked cautiously, biting her lip.
"He told to co find him if I ran out of money and that I should go ahead and handle the subcontracting business first."
Hearing this, Zhang ilan felt as if she’d been struck by lightning, rooted to the spot in disbelief.
Could it be that Qin Long was actually a very powerful man in the past? Or is he the fallen young master of so great family? A thousand different thoughts flashed through her mind.
"Well, it seems we’ll just have to wait for him to get back and question him carefully," Zhang ilan declared, slapping her thigh.
"Mom, didn’t you tell him to get lost?" Tang Xuewu teased with a mischievous smile.
"You little brat!" Zhang ilan huffed. "Even if he does have money, we still have to make him pay for your three years of emotional distress, your nanny fees, and your lost youth!"
With a cold snort, Zhang ilan changed into her pajamas and went into the bathroom to wash up.
「Longquan Hotel」
Inside a top-floor private suite, the room was as resplendent as a real palace. Han Bing, a queenly figure, was quite fond of the environnt.
Only Qin Long and Han Bing were in the spacious room, though standing beside them were a dozen beautiful won. So were dressed as flight attendants, so in cheongsams, and others in kimonos. Each one was a peerless beauty who would turn heads anywhere. Now, they all stood by quietly like maids.
"Where is Mrs. Zhao?" Qin Long asked, his brow twitching in displeasure.
"Young Master Qin, about that..." Han Bing said awkwardly. "I was afraid you wouldn’t co, so I deliberately told you Mrs. Zhao was waiting for you."
Qin Long shot her a cold glance, took a sip of his tea, and said flatly, "What do you want? Spit it out."
Han Bing waved a hand at the won behind her. They imdiately bowed and filed out of the room. Even her personal bodyguards withdrew to stand outside the door.
"Young Master Qin, I ca to ask you for a favor," Han Bing said, moving closer to him. "Mrs. Zhao told that you are the dical Immortal of our ti! I hope you can save my life!"
Qin Long’s brow furrowed. I’ll have to warn Zhao Ruoying next ti. My dical skills are unmatched, but I’m not a doctor for hire. Master only forced to learn dicine to supplent my martial arts training. I have no desire to be so ’dical Immortal,’ especially not in my current situation. If Qiu Hu found out, it would be a death sentence.
However, since he was already here, it felt wrong to refuse Han Bing outright.
"Young Master Qin, my illness..." Han Bing pleaded, her face a mask of desperation.
"Mrs. Zhao exaggerated," Qin Long said, interrupting her with a wave of his hand. "I just happened to know the basics of acupuncture, that’s all."
A hint of coldness flashed in Han Bing’s eyes. Mrs. Zhao guaranteed that if Qin Long took action, my illness would be cured. Why else would I be debasing myself like this? But if I want to live, I have no choice but to humble myself and beg him.
"Young Master Qin, please, just take a look," she said, forcing down her anger. "As long as you cure , I’ll pay any price."
Han Bing casually slipped off her outer coat, revealing a fair, well-postured figure. Though her face wasn’t as beautiful as Qin Long’s fiancée’s, her body was undeniably exquisite. With a feigned look of shyness, she slowly turned to expose her back to him.
A palm-sized, spider-shaped bloodstain was visible on her back, its edges showing signs of spreading. Qin Long only needed a brief glance to understand the situation.
"Young Master Qin, you don’t need to guess," Han Bing began. "To be frank, this was inflict—"
Before she could finish, Qin Long spoke slowly. "It’s the Blood Plum Gu Poison. It’s about to enter your bloodstream."
"What!" Han Bing’s expression changed dramatically, and she stared, dumbfounded. He really is the dical Immortal of this age! I haven’t even said anything, and he identified the root of my illness with a single glance!
For years, she had consulted countless experts, all to no avail. It was only by chance that she had heard of Qin Long’s astonishing dical skills from Zhao Ruoying. Now, she saw the proof. Without even taking her pulse, he had diagnosed her illness with just his eyes. She felt like she was grasping her last lifeline. She could finally be free of this suffering and be cured!
"Young Master Qin, please save !" Han Bing’s faith in him was now absolute. Before, she had been treating this as a last-ditch effort, like trying to revive a dead horse. After all, Qin Long was only in his twenties; he was so young. But now, she didn’t dare to harbor another shred of doubt.
"Young Master Qin, you have to save !" she begged incessantly. She didn’t want to die; there were still so many handso, high-quality n she hadn’t had her fun with yet. She would never accept being ruined like this.
Qin Long took another sip of tea. "How did you contract this Gu Poison?" he asked, a puzzled look on his face. He had to know the cause before he could find a solution. Blood Plum Gu Poison was typically passed down through generations or directly inflicted by soone.
"Young Master Qin, I get furious just thinking about it!" Han Bing poured herself a cup of tea and launched into her story. "Soti back, I set my sights on a young girl with a great figure and wanted her to co work at my club." As she spoke, she began cursing, lighting up a long-stemd pipe as if she and Qin Long were old friends. "But then the little brat’s mother rushed out to fight to the death, so I had my n..."
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