Chapter One, It Seems Like an Old Friend Has Arrived (I)

Jing Fuzhou chuckled, shook his head, and urged her to go to sleep quickly

The next day, Jing Fuzhou received a phone call informing him that the shipment from Vietnam had gone very smoothly, indicating that the previous unfavorable contract had not affected him much. Sitting in his office, he looked at the Buddha statue in the corner, extended his hand, pointed his index finger forward, and raised his thumb, mimicking the shape of a gun: "Bang"

Alright

Because of his statement, Jing Ran displayed a rather speechless expression: "I have been wearing this for almost two years, and you have never noticed?"

Unlike all the women in Gulou, she has short hair, fair skin, and appears to be without makeup. Her gaze falls on Jing Fuzhou's feet, and she smiles slightly: "I told you, the slippers are placed there; you will wear them one day."

Ayang returned to collect the payment and followed Jing Fuzhou's gaze. Coincidentally, the girl was looking this way, and their eyes met in silence in the air, yet it was Ayang who averted his gaze first. Gripping the steering wheel, Ayang joked with his boss: "Perhaps it's another young girl who wants to rise to the top in one step, deliberately dressing neatly and coming here every day to wait for you"

He has made everything flawless

She appears to be waiting for someone

The so-called "home" he refers to is a standalone villa located in the suburbs of Lingchuan City. He returns here for about three months each year, spending the rest of the days loitering in the Drum Tower

"Why are you still awake so late?" Jing Fuzhou took off his suit jacket and sat down next to her on the sofa. The television was playing a variety show, with continuous sounds of laughter coming from it. Jing Ran's gaze was fixed on the screen, but her voice was directed at him: "Your sister is getting old and has started to suffer from insomnia."

Jing Fuzhou has entrusted the management of Dream Death to his subordinates since two years ago, only coming over with A Yang to collect payments each month. On the surface, he is the founder and profit sharer of this nightclub, but behind the scenes, he is the main driving force behind those transactions. As one of the largest drug lords in Southeast Asia, he has already established his own plantations and processing factories abroad, as well as a considerable number of mercenaries. At just thirty years old, he has reached this position, and his hands are naturally not clean. The police have been keeping a close watch on him, but they have consistently failed to find evidence.

The light at the entrance turned on, and Jing Fuzhou looked at the neatly arranged slippers at the door, silently extending his foot to put them on. It was now eleven thirty at night. He first went to the kitchen to pour himself a glass of water, and when he turned around, he saw the woman sitting on the sofa

That day, Ah Yang brought people to move the Buddha statue out of the office and discarded it

Jing Fuzhou looked up and indeed saw the girl who had just been standing in the parking lot pulling another girl across the street. Compared to her plain attire, the other girl was clearly heavily made up. The two of them chatted as they walked across the crosswalk. Her gaze lightly swept over the license plate, and her expression showed no change at all. Thus, Jing Fuzhou understood that she probably hadn't paid any attention to herself or her car in the past month.

An wish still hangs with that smile, neither too far nor too close: "You don't have to thank me, actually I am also thinking about whether to come to work here."

Having long seen through his intentions, Ah Yang turned around and jokingly asked, "Zhou Ge, if you're interested, should I help you look into that little girl?"

A bit surprised, Jing Fuzhou slightly squinted his eyes, and the bad mood that he had just managed to suppress began to creep back in. He reached out to take a cigarette, and Ah Yang, already quite perceptive, promptly offered him a light. As the smoke filled his lungs, Jing Fuzhou's brows finally relaxed a little

"Forget it, how is that batch of goods recently?" Jing Fuzhou gently rubbed his temple and said, "A few days ago, I went to offer incense and drew a bad fortune. I have a bad feeling about it."

Lingchuan City is located in the southern border of China and is a moderately sized prefecture-level city. When mentioning Lingchuan City, what people often talk about with great enthusiasm is "Dream Death." Dream Death is the name of a nightclub, which was established five years ago by Jing Fuzhou, who built it with his own hands. Since then, it has become the only entertainment venue in the city. There is a well-known saying in Dream Death: "Not seeking drunkenness, but seeking dream death." Thus, people twist and turn in the dance floor, entwine in the private rooms, and freely release the desires within their souls. There is a well-known saying in Dream Death: "Not seeking drunkenness, but seeking dream death." Thus, people twist and turn in the dance floor, entwine in the private rooms, and freely release the desires within their souls.

Yet only a few people know that the most prevalent activities occurring in the realm of dreams are drug trafficking and organ trading

"Zhou Ge has changed his taste? This young girl looks like a high school student, only about eighteen or nineteen." A Yang said as he glanced at Jing Fuzhou's expression through the rearview mirror, tentatively asking, "But if Zhou Ge wants to change his taste, should the brothers help you find a few clean student sisters?"

Jing Fuzhou remained silent, merely gazing at the girl through the car window. Perhaps it was because Ah Yang suddenly started the engine, causing the vehicle to make a sound in the quiet parking lot. The girl glanced this way for a moment, her expression distant, clearly uninterested in them.

Moreover, it is evident that the girl has no interest in him. Jing Fuzhou has become accustomed to being flattered by women and would certainly not engage in such acts of seeking affection.

This is the reason An Yuan told Lan Xiao, simply put, she wants to come to Meng Si to make money

She is an orphan, bearing all her tuition fees by herself, and has managed to get into university, arriving in Lingchuan. She is quite attractive; even without makeup, she already has a hint of allure, and with makeup, she would undoubtedly be even more captivating. She is short on money, and this place, Dream Death, offers the quickest way to earn it. Standing on stage and singing, she can earn over a thousand in just one night.

Ah Yang did not know how to respond, and he chuckled twice to indicate his acknowledgment. Jing Fuzhou leaned back in his seat, and the rapidly passing scenery outside the car window made him feel a sudden weariness in his heart: "Ah Yang, let's not go to Gulou today, take me home."

The siblings bear a striking resemblance to each other, but their differing temperaments result in a distinct expression of their features. Jing Fuzhou often has a languid gaze, yet there is a hidden sharpness in his eyes; this underlying hostility manifests in his demeanor, making his features appear more fierce. In contrast, Jing Ran possesses a gentle disposition and has never involved herself in the external conflicts and strife, which makes her, despite having similarly defined features, appear more refined and beautiful, yet not aggressive.

"My sister is not old at all, she is younger than those women in the Drum Tower," Jing Fuzhou said, a faint smile appearing at the corner of his mouth. "However, if you keep staying up late like this, you will probably age very quickly."

The brothers secretly discussed and felt that the Drum Tower was essentially just Jing Fuzhou's own harem. However, it was not entirely the case, as Jing Fuzhou was indeed generous. If any of the brothers took a liking to someone in the Drum Tower, regardless of whether they had recently shared his bed, he would generously allow them to enjoy her. When encountering officials or businessmen who needed to be entertained, he would also invite them to the Drum Tower, where they would be surrounded by a multitude of charming beauties for their selection.

An Yuan! Someone is calling her: "Why aren't you standing in the same place today? I've been looking for you for half a day."

Those who are familiar with Jing Fuzhou know that he is generally carefree and casual. If you ask him for women or money, he might give it to you if he is in a good mood. The only thing that could be considered a taboo for him is his twin sister. Jing Ran is someone whom no one can touch; if anyone were to harm even a single strand of her hair, Jing Fuzhou would ensure that person's life is forfeit

The secret name is Jing Fuzhou

He remembers that day it was raining, she was holding a black umbrella, but her hair was completely wet

The car slowly drove away from the parking lot, and soon after, a figure emerged from behind a pillar. She had a pair of slender eyes, and although her brows and features appeared cold, the slight upward curve of her lips added a touch of allure to her entire face

No need. Jing Fuzhou reached out to brush off the ash: "A pure and innocent young girl, so let’s not ruin her."

The girl named Anyuan turned around and smiled at the person approaching: "Recently, I keep encountering someone, and it feels quite strange, so I just avoided them"

However, after a month, he at most just took a glance.

The car turned a corner and headed in the opposite direction. In the middle, it encountered a red light, and as the car came to a stop, Ah Yang chuckled, "It's that little girl again"

Since the boss has said so, Ah Yang felt it was inappropriate to say anything further. Over the years, he had roughly figured out Jing Fuzhou's temperament; when he said no, it was definitely a no. As a subordinate, the worst thing one could do is to act overly clever.

If those women in the Drum Tower were to hear this, they would probably be outraged. However, Jing Fuzhou is not wrong; those women are all self-initiated, treating the Drum Tower merely as a cage where they can live without worries. Jing Fuzhou has never shown any particular kindness to anyone, and his occasional favoritism seems more like the novelty of a master acquiring a new pet. Living in such a gentle environment, he naturally looks down upon acts of forcibly seizing women.

Shaking his head, Jing Fuzhou tried to shake off that strange feeling, yet he couldn't help but ask: "Is that a new outfit you bought?"

As the car passed by the entrance of "Dream Death," the broad street was illuminated by the shadows of neon lights that fell into the car, landing in the palm of Jing Fuzhou. He reached out to grasp the emptiness, gazing at the patch of light on his fingernail, watching it swiftly sweep past and disappear: "That is indeed true; for someone like me to offer incense, it would already be a gesture of compassion for the Buddha to grant me a lower fortune."

Today is another day for collecting debts, and for the past month, she has stood there every day, dressed as a student, wearing very cheap clothes. Girls dressed like this are not commonly seen in such places, and Jing Fuzhou occasionally glances at her seriously.

"It would be better if I didn't hope for your return; as soon as you come back, you start to control me." Jing Ran gave him a light punch on his body and turned to go upstairs. Today, she was also wearing a blue hoodie, very similar to the style of the girl in the parking lot. As she stood up, Jing Fuzhou noticed that she was also wearing jeans, and at a glance, the two figures overlapped like a picture.

This is the thirty-first consecutive day that Jing Fuzhou has seen that girl at the threshold of "Dream Death"

Yet she harbored a secret within her heart. That secret had been tormenting her since August, leaving her unable to sleep at night

He reached out to turn off the television, and Jing Fuzhou issued a somewhat domineering command: "Alright, go back to sleep"

Such a man will not lack for women, especially since he possesses a handsome appearance. The Drum Tower is indeed a place that nurtures many women

Jing Fuzhou would not be bored enough to step forward and ask, "Miss, are you waiting for me?" Firstly, he is not lacking in women, and secondly, he has little interest in such a plain and simple girl. It was only when the car started to leave the parking lot that Jing Fuzhou casually asked Ah Yang, who was in front of him.

There are certainly not many good people who come to places like this, so being cautious is not a mistake. Lan Xiao patted her shoulder and said, "Thank you so much, An Yuan, for coming to pick me up here every day"

Ayang smiled and said: "Brother Zhou, why are you still superstitious? Whether it is Guanyin Bodhisattva or the Jade Emperor, you shouldn't be afraid of either. The last incident with that undercover cop was an accident; we brothers must ensure that such mistakes do not happen again in the future. Please don't keep it on your mind all the time."

Indeed, such a thoroughly wicked person as he is not of the same kind as those flower-like girls

On that day, the girl in the parking lot did not come. As Jing Fuzhou was leaving, he habitually glanced over in that direction; the place where a person should have been standing was empty, as if no one had ever appeared there.

However, there are also women who are not to be touched. This woman is kept in a house in the suburbs, which is the place he refers to as home

The reason I remember the days so clearly is that it has been exactly one month since I first laid eyes on her. A month ago, he had his subordinate, Ah Yang, go collect the debts while he sat in the car, slightly turned to the side, and caught sight of the girl wearing jeans and a blue hoodie.

How old is she? Eighteen? Twenty?