Rebirth of the Godly Prodigal

These people present were all screaming at the top of their lungs, their voice comparable to that of Vitas from his previous life, all screaming the same words: “Weiwei, I love you!”

Hong Dali watched on with a pain in his testis. The entrance to the building was totally blocked by the crowd, how was he supposed to go in? He instantly took out his phone and called Zhang Cai. “Sister Cai, we have reached the ground floor. Can you think of a way for us to get in?” Although the grandeur of his group was sky high, it still seemed lacking when facing these die-hard fans.

Over on the other side of the phone, Zhang Cai stuck her head out of the window upon hearing these words and instantly saw the four cars belonging to Hong Dali and high group. She replied, “OK, I will be sending people down to bring Young Master and Young Madam in. But there are really too many people downstairs, it may be a bit difficult.”

“Just try your best.” Hong Dali helplessly said.

Having experienced similar things in his previous life, Hong Dali could best understand the power of die-hard fans—he didn’t have a single doubt that he would be trampled to death if he got off from his car. They wouldn’t care if he were a Young Master or an ordinary high school student, all those who interfered in them looking at their idol would be their arch-enemy! Especially in this kind of place which was packed with people. Furthermore, Hong Dali couldn’t be sure whether someone harboring dark intentions towards him was hiding in the crowd.

If there really were people from the Hong family jealous of him or rivals of the Hong family who wanted to strike out at the Hong family, and they knew that he would be coming here, they might specially arrange a few people undercover in the crowd. Once he got off the car and the crowd squeezed around him, it was of no importance whether he had nine lackeys or ninety. The only result was would probably be pushed to the ground once the crowd rushed toward them.

Therefore, the best solution now was to wait and see how things went.

While he was feeling melancholy, a blue super-sports car came up from the side, its appearance full of dynamism. Although Hong Dali was unfamiliar with the cars in this world, he could still tell that the value of this car was on par with the Prayer Angels that his lackeys drove.

Accompanied by the roar of the engine, the super-sports car slowly stopped outside the crowd below Chenhui Building. The back door of the car was then lightly pushed open, and an invincibly handsome, cool young man carrying a confident smile got off from the car.

He seemed to be around 25 or 26 years old, was wearing a well-ironed dark purple western-style suit, a concentric mechanical man’s watch embedded with diamonds, and a sky-blue shirt of an unknown brand with the first button unbuttoned. Overall, he portrayed the appearance of composure mixed with a bit of naughtiness.

A pair of slender red phoenix eyes slightly narrowed, a slightly tilted aquiline nose, and thin lips tightly pressed together, all exuding a fatal attraction towards women. A headful of slightly long hair coupled with his somewhat evil glance caused him to be filled with an air of danger.

When he got off the car, the surrounding crowd suddenly went silent, then came a scream that pierced through the clouds. “AH——!!! It’s Liu Mingxin! The Liu family’s Big Young Master Liu Mingxin!” “Oh my heavens, he is too handsome, I… I can’t take it anymore!” “It’s Big Young Master Liu Mingxin! Is he a fan of Weiwei too?” “Look, look, he’s carrying a bouquet of roses! Is he going to confess his love to Weiwei? That must be the case, it must be!”

Facing the screams from the people around him, Liu Mingxin’s mouth slightly tilted upwards, creating a slight smile with a pinch of evilness. His handsomeness was to the extent that it could shock the heavens and shake the earth, causing the female fans around him to immediately faint. Hong Dali watched from his car, scorned and humphed. “I can tell he’s a gigolo with just a single look.”

Hearing Hong Dali’s words, Tang Muxin couldn’t help but laugh till her eyes tilted upwards like a crescent moon, She said, “Hee hee, could it be that you’re jealous of him after seeing that he’s more handsome than you? Yep, speaking of which, you’re indeed slightly less handsome than him.”

“Who says that I’m jealous!” Hong Dali humphed angrily and said, “Isn’t he just a little bit more handsome than me? What’s the big deal about that?”

Tang Muxin looked outside again and suddenly said, “Then, I have to remind you. He’s the biological older brother of Liu Mingcheng. His name is Liu Mingxin, the Big Young Master of the Liu family and the successor of the Liu Corporation. He’s definitely a business tycoon, a talent that is rarely found in a hundred years. It was said that he took 50 million from his family and used it to develop to an asset of 400 million in less than four years, shocking the chins off an uncountable number of people. From the looks of it, he came today for Sister Nianwei.”

“The older brother of Liu Mingcheng?” Hearing Tang Muxin’s words, Hong Dali immediately had a deep understanding of the phrase: “The nine sons of the Dragon are all different.” Liu Mingcheng was just a standard second-generation ancestor who strutted around lying to the higher-ups and bullying the weak. His brother, instead, appeared to be talented and striking. This was really… Hong Dali murmured, “Are you sure that he’s their biological son?”

Pu! Tang Muxin coughed violently. Whilst coughing, she said, “Dali, these words of yours are really sinister, cough cough, too malicious!”

“Whatever the case, he’s a foe, not a friend, why must I be so polite for?” Hong Dali gave a cold laugh and said, “His younger brother was beaten down and got his car smashed by me in public. And now, after just a short period, he came personally to seduce Sister Nianwei to checkmate me?”

Hong Dali’s words weren’t wrong, Li Nianwei could be said to be entirely groomed by him. Now that her net worth had increased sharply, once she was pulled over by his rivals, Hong Dali would lose his face greatly. Not only that, once this really happened, Turkey Company would hire a few public writers to hype this news without constraint. By that time, the entire Hong family’s face would be thrown away by him.

One had to admit, this move of Liu Mingxin was really sinister. It was akin to hitting the snake at its weak spot. What was more clever of him was that Hong Dali couldn’t oppose him openly—after all, this was an era labeled “freedom of love.”

Softly sucking in a breath, Liu Mingxin was quite satisfied with the atmosphere he created.

At the same time, he didn’t forget to look back at Hong Dali’s position and give a slight smile, carrying with him an air of easiness, his pretentious behavior really exceeding the sky’s limits.

“He really thinks highly of himself.” Hong Dali gave a cold laugh. “Is it that he thinks he will definitely succeed?”

“Aren’t you in the least worried?” Tang Muxin asked curiously. “He’s the Big Young Master of the Liu family, a real Young Master of a prestigious family. Not only is he handsome, but he is also talented. To be honest, being publicly proposed to by him, even I’m not sure whether Sister Nianwei will be moved by him.”

At this moment, Ling Xiaoyi, who was sitting at the last row, carefully asked, “Young Master, should we alight now? This matter, I’m afraid…”

“Of course, we shouldn’t alight.” Unexpectedly, Hong Dali said in a very natural tone. “Wait for Sister Cai to disperse the crowd, there is no need no rush.”

“OK, I understand.” Upon hearing Hong Dali’s words, Ling Xiaoyi immediately replied.

But Tang Muxin was getting nervous. “Dali, did you hear what I just said? Are you really not in the least worried that Sister Nianwei will be moved by him? If Sister Nianwei really goes with him, your losses will definitely not just be a highly valued celebrity, but a loss of face for your entire Hong family! The celebrity that you personally groomed becoming someone else’s—if that happens, you have no idea what other people will say of you!”

“Since I’m not nervous, what are you nervous for?” Hong Dali laughingly replied. “My Sister Nianwei isn’t that kind of person.”