After the Young Master’s Death, He was Kissed by His Mortal Enemy! - Chapter 83

The lone figure on the rooftop was speaking softly to the empty sky.

“Hmm… yes. You need a sum of money to be transferred to your family. That, I can help you with.”

“…You want me to kill Shen Xianming and Fu Sijie? That might be a bit tricky.”

His voice was eerily calm as he uttered these chilling words. He only frowned slightly, as though mildly troubled.

Another gust of fierce wind swept across the rooftop, blowing the brown hair across his forehead into disarray.

His long lashes cast a deep shadow over his pale gray eyes.

Deep-set features, a high nose bridge — everything about him marked him as a foreigner, standing here atop the Shen Group’s building.

“…Understood,” he said again. “I’ll try to help you. But in return, you have to help me find someone.”

“His name is Xia Xingyuan.”

When Shen Ran returned to the banquet hall, the annual party was still in full swing.

The scene earlier with Chen Xu seemed like nothing more than a tiny stone tossed into the ocean — a small splash quickly drowned by the roaring waves of the celebration.

Even though he had been harassed for no reason, Shen Ran mainly just felt a little physically and mentally exhausted.

But there was a silver lining — the moment he had been looking forward to most was about to begin: the final prize draw.

As the QR code for the draw appeared on the giant screen, Shen Ran’s eyes lit up with excitement. He was practically bouncing with energy.

He even muttered under his breath, “Success or death! Cheng Yi, don’t just stand there — scan the code! Enter the draw!”

Shen Ran urged Cheng Yi frantically, almost ready to dive into Cheng Yi’s pocket and grab his phone to do it himself.

Cheng Yi, thoroughly amused, pulled out his phone unhurriedly, a faint smile playing on his lips. “There’s no need to go talking about success or death. Even if you don’t win, you’re not going to lose your life. Don’t jinx it.”

If Shen Ran won, that would be ideal.

If Shen Ran didn’t win, Cheng Yi could simply buy a penthouse for him.

If spending some money could make Shen Ran’s eyes sparkle with joy, then not just one — even ten or eight of them would be worth it.

Shen Ran stared, dumbfounded. “Huh…? ‘Success or death’ actually means losing your life? Tch tch tch, forget I said anything!”

Their playful back-and-forth, though seemingly lighthearted, was actually sweet and intimate if you listened closely.

Watching them, Shen Xianming and Fu Sijie exchanged a knowing glance.

Clearly, Shen Ran hadn’t been lying. The rapport and familiarity he and Cheng Yi shared couldn’t have been developed in just a few days. It confirmed what Shen Ran had said — they must have been together for quite a long time.

Of course, what Shen Xianming and Fu Sijie didn’t know was that most of this “natural” chemistry was actually just Cheng Yi’s usual sharp tongue.

Finally, the exciting raffle began.

On the big screen, countless usernames flashed rapidly under the bold words “Grand Prize,” until they gradually slowed and settled on one name—

“Let’s all congratulate ‘Wild Cockroach of Guangdong’ for winning this year’s Grand Prize — a full-floor penthouse! Congratulations, congratulations!”

The host could barely hold back his laughter as he read the winning ID aloud.

Meanwhile, a section of the employee seating erupted into cheers.

The employee who had registered under the name “Wild Cockroach of Guangdong” was overcome with emotion and stood up, tears welling in his eyes.

This “Wild Cockroach” had just graduated from college this year and had only recently joined the Shen Group as a junior staff member.

He had thought he was destined for a life of endless grinding — yet out of nowhere, fortune had come crashing down on him like a tidal wave.

Amidst the crowd’s roaring excitement, “Wild Cockroach” made his way up to the stage, accepted the microphone, and, with joyful embarrassment, gave his acceptance speech:

“Uuugh, I didn’t expect this at all… from now on, I can just lie flat and coast through life, hahahaha, uuuuugh…”

But of course — while some rejoiced, others despaired.

Since the grand prize had already gone to “Wild Cockroach,” Shen Ran quickly lost interest in the rest of the prize draws.

His ID was [Feeding Chickens Gogogo], while Cheng Yi’s ID was a little more normal: [He Cheng].

After several rounds of intense draws, [He Cheng] had relatively good luck — he won a third-place prize: the latest model of Pineapple Phone.

Meanwhile, [Feeding Chickens Gogogo]… won a consolation prize: a pack of tissue paper.

Shen Ran stared at the prize name, dumbfounded.

He couldn’t help turning his head to ask Shen Xianming, “…Dad! Since when did tissue paper count as an actual prize? We’re Shen Group, not a supermarket! Why didn’t you just hand out a carton of eggs for the consolation prize too?!”

As expected, truly expected — Shen Group was definitely going downhill!

To this, Shen Xianming explained with a straight face: “The lowest tier prizes are just meant to be consolation prizes. If we gave out cartons of eggs, I’d be afraid the retirees from Sunset Red Apartments next door would sneak in just to try their luck. Alright, don’t be discouraged. I’ll have the secretary wire you the eight million later.”

OK, whatever. As long as the money comes in.

Shen Ran thought, I’ll take the tissue paper too. It’s not like we won’t use it.

Lately, for various reasons, the demand for tissue paper between him and Cheng Yi had… skyrocketed.

After collecting their prizes, Shen Ran carried the pack of tissue in one hand and dragged Cheng Yi along with the other to bid farewell to his parents.

“Ranran, are you really not staying for dinner with us?” Shen Xianming asked, still trying to persuade him. “We’re having a gathering tonight — Uncle Zhang, Uncle Liu, Uncle Li, and a few of your old friends will be there too.”

“No, no, no, definitely not.”

Shen Ran refused flatly.

The mere thought of seeing all those people completely killed his appetite.

Still, he needed a proper excuse.

Giving Cheng Yi’s hand a gentle squeeze, Shen Ran’s eyes flickered mischievously. He suddenly grinned slyly and said:

“Dad, I would love to stay for dinner with you guys. Really. But there are too many people tonight, and Cheng Yi hasn’t met them before. He’s shy, you know? So it’d be better if we just went home and had a nice little evening for two. Right, Cheng Yi?”

As he spoke, Shen Ran tugged lightly on Cheng Yi’s hand.

Cheng Yi, catching the hint immediately, nodded and smiled a little sheepishly — looking, for once, almost innocent.

Such a good actor.

Given the situation, Shen Xianming couldn’t press the issue any further. He simply waved his hand, letting the two of them leave.

Driving away from the Shen Group building and escaping the watchful eyes of Shen Ran’s parents, Shen Ran’s face lit up with excitement.

Everything he had been holding back earlier came rushing out all at once:

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