Trillionaire's Slice of Life

The woman named Nangong Yi was wearing a glamorous evening gown. Even in her middle age, she had maintained her good looks well, and with naturally fine features, she remained maturely charming and gracefully captivating.

In comparison, Yang Xuan, who was in a black evening dress, was drenched in alcohol. Her beautiful cheeks were deathly pale.

As Nangong Yi straightened up gently, she extended her hand, caressing Yang Xuan's delicate skin tenderly, her face wearing a condescending expression as she said with an icy and haughty voice,

"Do you see the looks in those people's eyes? They are waiting to see how I will handle this. If I let you off, they will think I'm weak and can be bullied.

Then, the next time something like this happens, I will be the one doused in alcohol. So, if you want to blame someone, blame your own bad luck."

As her words ended, Nangong Yi's face turned cold as she raised her hand; this slap was to be her statement regarding the incident.

The distinguished ladies around her and the top moguls had smiles growing brighter on their faces. None would stand up for a girl of no status, and they regarded the scene with mirth, seemingly awaiting the slap's arrival.

...

Just as the raised hand had yet to fall, the previously whispering atmosphere around suddenly quietened, and the sound of footsteps approached...

The onlookers who had formed a circle to watch the scene naturally parted to create a pathway. Then, the Zhou family patriarch, Zhou Shixing, who had been absent until now, was slowly wheeled over by the second-generation head, Zhou Weimin.

Before they got close, a young man with a gold-framed pair of glasses on his nose suddenly quickened his stride. He looked indifferent and walked with a firm step.

Yang Xuan, who had been pale, turned her head, and as she saw the figure of the young man, all her panic and fear instantly vanished. At that moment, it was as if she regained her confidence. Her pale face, too, wore a hint of joy.

The young man, dressed in a privately tailored luxurious outfit, with just the gold glasses on his nose worth hundreds of thousands, stood beside Yang Xuan, his gaze sweeping over her.

Then, he gestured to a nearby attendant, and after receiving a tissue, he gently wiped the alcohol from her cheek.

...

"Mr. Chu, it's our Zhou family's negligence that something like this occurred at our family wedding, causing distress to you and this young lady," Your next journey awaits at empire

said Zhou Shixing from his wheelchair, his expression grave.

An incident like tonight's, occurring to any guest, wouldn't have brought Zhou Shixing out, not to speak of the business magnates; even if someone with a net worth of tens or hundreds of billions was slighted, at most, the family's second-generation head Zhou Weimin would have appeared as a sufficient gesture of courtesy.

But the one exception was the young man standing before him, worth at least a trillion, who could not be slighted even in the slightest.

Leaving aside the cooperation between the two families on several hundred billion financial buildings, just the boldness the young man demonstrated and the terrifying background he possessed, powerful enough to influence the fate of a nation, was enough for the entire Zhou family to tread carefully.

Zhou Weimin's aged and weighty voice fell, and the entire hall abruptly became quiet; even the previously lively music had stopped.

...

The moment Chu Mo appeared, Nangong Yi's face had already changed and changed again. She could instantly discern that Yang Xuan was a Cinderella who had intruded into the castle, and similarly, she could instantly tell that the young man before her was someone she needed to bow her head to.

Even though she had already had a very high opinion of Chu Mo, it was only when the Zhou father and son appeared, especially upon hearing the old man's words, that Nangong Yi's behavior mirrored Yang Xuan's from just a bit ago.

Her face instantly turned pale, and as her breathing hastened, her whole body uncontrollably began to tremble.

No one understood better than her what the Zhou family patriarch represented.

Zhou Shixing, a tycoon of the metropolis, emblematic of an era, as long as he lived, no one in Hua Country would dare to touch a hair on the Zhou family.

In bygone days, merely seeing the old man once was enough for many to boast about for a lifetime.

Yet now, Zhou Shixing, the slender man with a terrifying aura, his murky eyes scanning over Nangong Yi, said in an indifferent voice,

"Slap yourself, and apologize to Mr. Chu."

Nangong Yi, who was slightly bowing, stretched out the hand that was originally supposed to slap Yang Xuan's face, raised it high, and then fiercely slapped her own face.

"Smack..."

The crisp sound instantly spread throughout the entire hall, and with that single slap, Nangong Yi's cheek bore five distinct, bright red fingerprints.

She had used all her might as if it were a matter of life and death.

She turned around, facing Yang Xuan, whose hair still had remnants of red wine, with a humble and careful demeanor:

"Miss, this is all my fault, this slap is for my blindness."

As she finished speaking, Nangong Yi once again raised her other hand high and brought it down with the same force.

The other cheek swelled up red instantly, and Nangong Yi bowed her head once more, respectfully saying:

"This slap is for my offense against you, please forgive me."

Yang Xuan, who had been at fault from the beginning, hadn't yet learned to be imposing, and the big star in front of her had been her family's idol. Her original intention had only been to get an autograph, and with the situation having escalated to this point, Yang Xuan naturally had no desire to pursue the matter further.

She gently tugged at Chu Mo's sleeve, her eyes full of pleading.

At this moment, Chu Mo, who had smoothed the messy hair of the woman beside him, said indifferently:

"It's your own affair, you decide how to handle it based on your mood."

With permission granted, Yang Xuan said softly, her head still slightly bowed:

"This will do."

Zhou Shixing, the elderly member of the Zhou family, exhaled slightly in relief and nodded to Chu Mo, saying:

"Mr. Chu, after all, this was a failure on the part of the Zhou family in terms of hospitality. Let's do this: write off the five hundred million excess on the Financial Tower deal as compensation for this lady's dress, and please, Mr. Chu, do not refuse."

As the elder finished speaking, Nangong Yi, whose mouth was faintly tinged with blood, swayed once more...

A glass of wine had led to an apology worth five hundred million, and what was most important was whether the Zhou family or she would ultimately pay that amount—it was still unknown...

Chu Mo, having resolved what he came for and seeing no need to stay longer, nodded to the elder, his voice even-tempered:

"Elder, then it's settled. As for Shi Yuan Entertainment's issues, I'll leave them to you to take care of. I will take my leave now."

After saying this, he nodded to Liu Manli across the room, Chu Mo took Yang Xuan's hand, and they walked out of the hall leisurely.

Tonight the stars shone brightly, and across the street, the hustle and bustle of traffic continued, the entire city still brimming with life.

As several tall bodyguards, each over two meters in height, approached them quickly, Chu Mo, who had suddenly stopped walking, spoke in a plain tone:

"So, have you felt the supreme glory that power brings? Is there anything you'd like to change?"

Yang Xuan suddenly turned her head. Light, upbeat music once again floated from the hall behind her, a place she had always longed for.

But now, for her, that so-called upper-class circle symbolized horror and fear.

And the reason was simply that she was too weak at the moment.

She looked up at the tall, handsome youth beside her, her eyes hazy as she said:

"I want... to become someone superior."