Fake Marriage To The Richest Tycoon-Chapter 83: Why didn’t he wear a bathrobe?

"Fine. I’ll return the money, but you have to give me some time—half a year at least," Xu Meng forced the words out. He had no choice but to comply. Inside, he was burning with rage, and his hands itched to destroy something.

"One month," Shentu Jing’s gaze was impeccably cold.

Xu Meng was taken aback.

"Shentu Jing! Are you really that ruthless!?"

"Ruthless?" Shentu Jing scoffed at Xu Meng as if that were the most ridiculous thing he had ever heard. "Compared to what you did to Little Pearl, this is only a small fraction."

"You!" Xu Meng’s pupils shook with anger, and he looked like he was on the verge of going berserk.

But Shentu Jing only smiled—a cold, vicious smile, like a predator’s—before leaving with Han Juexian without looking back.

Once alone, Xu Meng slumped in his chair.

Five billion? Where the hell am I going to get that much money? His company didn’t even make that amount in one year! Not to mention gathering five billion in one month. Shentu Jing was really making things impossible for him!

Xu Meng quickly dialed another assistant, Yu Qing. The phone almost slipped out of his hands.

"Count how much money I’ll have if I sell all the properties. Hurry!" Xu Meng ordered.

"Sir, the total is 300 million," Yu Qing replied.

"300 million?! How come?! Those properties were worth more than that when Grandpa bought them!"

"The market has changed, sir. Nowadays, those old properties aren’t worth as much as the houses celebrities live in. Why do you want to sell them?" Yu Qing, being straightforward, asked without thinking.

"Don’t tell anyone about this!" Xu Meng scolded him in response.

Yu Qing quickly agreed, fearing his young master would fire him.

300 million isn’t enough. How am I going to find that amount of money? Even if he sold everything he owned, including his car and expensive watch, it still wouldn’t be enough. Has the Xu family really come to this—where we’ll have to live frugally on the streets?

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The night before, Shentu Jing and Qin Zhuzhu had sneaked back into the Shentu mansion, hoping Old Master Shentu or Master Dong wouldn’t catch them. Peixuan Ruxi followed behind them, carrying a first aid kit.

"This is crazy," Qin Zhuzhu muttered.

She couldn’t believe this was happening. They were acting like burglars!

"Do we have to sneak into your own house, Stinky Jing?"

"If you don’t want my grandpa to see us," Shentu Jing said, full of energy. He took the lead and pulled Qin Zhuzhu along with him.

"Hey, maybe you shouldn’t call him ’Stinky’ anymore. Such a bad name," Peixuan Ruxi chimed in.

"Then what should I call him?" Qin Zhuzhu asked, watching as Shentu Jing took off his shirt and entered the shower. She quickly averted her gaze to stop herself from drooling over his muscular body.

"Ah Jing! Or Little Jingjing. You can even call him Er Ye," Peixuan Ruxi suggested, pushing the first aid kit into her hands and giving her the chance to treat Shentu Jing’s wounds. Shentu Jing had only suffered minor cuts.

"So cheesy," she remarked, shaking her head.

"Not at all! I’ve called him worse nicknames than these. There was a time when he was a boy, he pushed a trolley and slammed it into a carton of eggs. The eggs splattered all over his head, and he looked like a hobo! His siblings taunted him and called him Jing Ji Dan!" Peixuan Ruxi laughed.

Qin Zhuzhu’s mood lightened, bursting into laughter. Peixuan Ruxi was really good at cracking jokes.

"Brother Peixuan, Ah Jing..." She wanted to ask about his illness. Was there a cure? But she wasn’t sure if she should ask.

"Ask me anything about Ah Jing. I’ll tell you everything! I know a lot about him," Peixuan Ruxi boasted proudly.

"His illness... I heard it has something to do with the accident ten years ago. What accident was that?" Qin Zhuzhu inquired.

"Oh, that accident happened in the tenth month on Dong Long Street in the afternoon. A tanker crashed into many cars and a school bus, killing a lot of people. Many of them died in the blaze or from suffocation. The doctors said Ah Jing was the only survivor," Peixuan Ruxi explained.

As Peixuan Ruxi continued, Qin Zhuzhu felt her throat tighten, her heart squeezing painfully, making it difficult to breathe.

She had been in that accident too! It was that accident that had caused her to lose some of her memories! The doctors had said it was temporary, but she felt like she might never recover those memories. It always felt as though something—or someone—was missing from her life.

"Ruxi, can you give me the details of the accident that year?" She sounded frantic, startling Peixuan Ruxi.

"Sure. Anything, sister-in-law. Ah Jing is almost done. I need to leave. See you tomorrow, sister-in-law," Peixuan Ruxi waved at her.

She waved back. Sister-in-law? She hadn’t married him yet, but everyone was already treating them like a married couple.

She took a deep breath to calm her nerves. Everything was beginning to piece together in her head. She only vaguely remembered pulling a boy out of the crash and then singing a song to him. Her memories afterward were blank. The next thing she knew, she was in the hospital in her mother’s arms.

That song...

The sweet melody floated around her mind, dizzying her further, and she felt like she was walking on clouds, carried up into the vast grey skies by two birds.

Ah Jing had once sung that song!

Yes! It was when he had lost his mind and suffered from insomnia! Could that boy have been him?

Qin Zhuzhu looked in the direction of the bathroom.

Ah Jing, what do you know? Who are you, exactly?

Shentu Jing came out of the bathroom, wearing only a towel around his waist, his toned body dripping with water. The ends of his dark hair dripped as if they were crying, making him look extremely sexy.

Qin Zhuzhu swallowed. Damn, why didn’t he wear a bathrobe?