Chapter 80: The Night Is Too Beautiful, No Matter How Dangerous...

Rarely, in this tranquil midnight, the vast presidential suite stood empty, save for Chu Chuo alone, facing a row of floor-to-ceiling windows, so lonely that he seemed like a solitary shadow.

Outside lay the city that never slept, ablaze with lights and revelry. In days past, he was just another soul lost in its crowds—luxury cars, beautiful women, warmth in his arms. It seemed only the abandon of pleasure could offer him a hint of solace, as his ears filled with coquettish laughter, engine roars, thunderous dance floors, or hurried breaths...

But now, in the quiet gloom, he held a necklace in his hand, the red agate dangling at its end glowing blood-red in the dim light, swaying gently and casting mottled reflections.

How long had it been since that ragged, thin boy with blood-stained lips appeared in his mind? Yet tonight, he was vividly reflected on the glass, looking at him with disdain.

Helplessly, Chu Chuo gazed back at that boy, who, nearly starved to death, still lay on a rooftop piled with trash, his eyes bright and clear, comfortably resting his hands beneath his head as he stared up at the stars.

After a while, the boy sat up, a blade of wild grass in his mouth bouncing as he spoke.

One day, I will succeed.

Chu Chuo struggled to support himself against the window, watching the boy limp past him, phoenix eyes lingering on his face, mocking...

So people... truly can become what they once despised most.

“If you don’t hurt her, she’ll destroy you anyway. Don’t forget how you came this far,”

That was a man's warning.

“Then you still have a chance to be saved.”

But it morphed into Lin Zhiwei’s elusive yet clear and bright voice.

He stood there, shrouded in sorrow...

Elsewhere in S City, atop the Ling Corporation tower.

Ling Zi Heng likewise stood before the window, as night deepened. The waning moon hung high, cold and proud, as if its silver light poured over him, chiseling his features into something even more captivating.

Pei Xi had already asked twice when he’d return home, but he was in no hurry to leave. The girl had only stayed one night, yet her shadow lingered everywhere—in the living room, in the guest room. Returning now would mean nothing but emptiness and cold.

A patch of dark cloud covered the moon, hiding its brilliance and mixing in a hint of deathly gloom, as if to tightly bind the crescent.

He folded his arms, lost in thought. Soon, the moon broke free, its soft light falling on his sharply defined face, adding even more glory to his appearance, though his deep eyes remained fixed on the distant night, unreadable.

Weiwei, just how many secrets do you hold...

He murmured, letting that name, etched deep in his heart, slip from his lips.

And the woman he spoke of had already abandoned her disguise and drifted into sleep, her face relaxed and peaceful, occasionally shifting for comfort.

“If you knock on my door one more time, I swear I’ll report you for disturbing the peace and send you to the police!”

At that moment, Nan Yu was suffering. He’d been enjoying this perfect night—milk tea on the left, chicken wings on the right, watching live streams and tipping hosts—life couldn’t get better.

He hadn’t expected an uninvited guest, pounding at his door like a madman, howling downstairs. Thankfully, Lin Zhiwei had chosen an older, detached villa for him to stay in; otherwise, the neighbors would have lynched him.

The most infuriating part? He couldn’t even understand what this idiot was shouting about—some fairy, wants to marry you—clearly drunk and itching for a fight.

He thought the guy would leave after some yelling, but the lunatic was still out there an hour later, showing no sign of fatigue.

“Fairy, come out and go with me, I really have important matters to report to you!”

“You must know, you have the right to know what kind of person Ling Zi Heng is!”

...

Liang Qisheng had made up his mind: no matter what, he’d see his beloved fairy tonight and rescue her from misery.

Nan Yu heard the name Ling Zi Heng and opened the window. “Who are you talking about?”

Liang Qisheng saw the window open, expecting to finally meet the face he’d been longing for day and night, but instead found a scruffy-haired boy, holding milk tea in one hand and biting into fried chicken.

Recalling Ling Zi Heng’s words, he guessed this must be the fairy’s bodyguard, so he smiled ingratiatingly, “Big brother, let me see my fairy, I really have important information for her.”

Nan Yu didn’t know who the fairy was, but gossip about Ling Zi Heng sounded interesting, so he called down, “Alright, come up then.”

Liang Qisheng saw his chance and climbed upstairs, Nan Yu in oversized T-shirt and colorful shorts, rubbing his greasy mess of hair as he opened the door.

The visitor wore a gray suit, clearly expensive, looking every bit the young nobleman. After howling for so long, his hair was still immaculate— Nan Yu figured he could swindle some compensation for the mental distress.

And he’d picked up some juicy gossip for free. If he could get some dirt on Brother Ling, maybe he’d make a fortune.

“Come in, sit wherever you like.”

Liang Qisheng entered. The floor was strewn with electronic parts, T-shirts, and leftover takeout boxes—hardly the abode of a fairy. He instantly felt he’d been duped.

He cautiously asked, “Are you Lin Zhiwei’s bodyguard?”

Nan Yu glanced at him, “Yeah.”

Liang Qisheng relaxed a little. “Then let her come see me, I really have urgent business.”

“Oh, Xiao Lin isn’t here. You’ve come to the wrong place,” Nan Yu said, munching on his chicken wing.

Of course, he’d been tricked by Ling Zi Heng again, that damned schemer... He was about to leave when Nan Yu stopped him, “You said you had gossip about Ling Zi Heng, tell me. Maybe I’ll introduce you to her.”

Liang Qisheng’s hope rekindled. He sat back on the messy sofa, “Let me tell you, Ling Zi Heng is absolutely a scumbag.”

“Oh?” Nan Yu put down his chicken wing, wiping his oily hands on his shirt, eyes shining.

Liang Qisheng couldn’t bear to watch Nan Yu’s disgusting motions, so he looked elsewhere and continued, “I just went to his company and caught him acting intimately with another man. I swear their relationship isn’t normal.”

“A man? What does he look like, what color clothes?” Nan Yu asked sharply.

“Oh, very ordinary-looking, black motorcycle jacket, black short hair, skinny, that’s right.” Liang Qisheng replayed the scene in his mind, sure of his memory.

Nan Yu lowered his eyes, utterly helpless. This guy was an idiot...

“Brother, you really ought to go cool off somewhere else,” Nan Yu said.

“What about the fairy?”

“I’ll take you to see her tomorrow,” Nan Yu said, dismissing him.

Liang Qisheng didn’t trust him, but it was late and he had nowhere to stay. Awkwardly, he smiled, “Brother, could you put me up for the night?”

“Come on, you don’t have money for a hotel?”

“No, brother, my international card won’t be activated until tomorrow. I’ll pay you rent then, promise.”

“Well... alright,” Nan Yu thought money sounded good. “But you can only sleep on the sofa,” he said, closing the door without another glance.

Liang Qisheng stared at the shabby, dirty couch, sighing deeply. Fairy, for you, I’ve even stayed in a garbage house... oh, woe is me...