UCS Chapter 69

For Li Mochen, this day had been truly too thrilling.

 

An hour ago, he was still the president of Wanxing Entertainment, worth hundreds of millions, practically covering the sky with one hand in the entertainment industry.

 

An hour later, he was surrounded by a circle of black suits like sticky bean buns, tightly wrapped, with a circle of police cars outside—like layered lotus pastries, one layer wrapping another.

 

One Weibo post had directly labeled him as a lawbreaker. If he dared move, he’d immediately be upgraded to a fugitive.

 

Police sirens wailed all around—truly surrounded on all sides. At this moment, he deeply empathized with the Hegemon-King of Western Chu[mfn]The “Hegemon-King of Western Chu” (西楚霸王) refers to Xiang Yu (232-202 BCE), a prominent military leader and rival of Liu Bang (who later became Emperor Gaozu of Han) during the collapse of the Qin Dynasty. Xiang Yu is famous for his final stand at the Battle of Gaixia, where he was surrounded by enemy forces and famously heard Chu songs being sung by the opposing army, leading to the idiom “四面楚歌” (literally “Chu songs on all four sides,” meaning “surrounded by enemies” or “besieged on all sides”).[/mfn].

 

The Gao Gusheng before him had already hidden among the black suits, smiling at him through the crowd with curved eyes.

 

Li Mochen was both angry and wanted to laugh. He hadn’t expected this little guy to have some cunning—even after gaining absolute advantage, he still hid behind others, wanting to conceal himself in a completely safe place.

 

—He really wanted to break through his defenses, pull him out, and thoroughly penetrate him, watching his panicked expression, making him understand who was really in control.

 

This thought flashed through his mind before being pulled back to reality by the police sirens.

 

He had to face the scene before him—he was no longer the high-and-mighty president, but a criminal about to be taken down.

 

His shoulders and arms were tightly gripped by powerful hands. Even with his regularly exercised body, he couldn’t break free in the slightest. Everything was constantly reminding him that he was about to be captured.

 

No, he absolutely could not be caught.

 

Countless thoughts raced through Li Mochen’s mind, his eyes gradually turning red.

 

Tax evasion was still a minor matter—at worst, the Li family would hemorrhage money once, lay low for a few years. As long as he was around, the Li family could return to their original position, even become more glorious.

 

But this operation was so swift—who knew what those people had actually investigated?

 

He couldn’t be caught. If he was caught, those things might be exposed—that would be truly finished!

 

The coffee shop doors had already been opened, and police rushed in. The black suits made way.

 

Ten meters, five meters, two meters…

 

Li Mochen’s eyes turned completely blood red. These blood-red eyes didn’t seem human, making Gao Gusheng’s heart leap suddenly, an ominous premonition surging up.

 

The moment Li Mochen’s eyes turned completely blood red, the four big men controlling him were simultaneously flung high into the air—yes, literally airborne, as if they’d been hit head-on by a heavy truck.

 

Gao Gusheng saw a dark golden light emit from Li Mochen’s chest, mixed with threads of ominous blood color, extremely similar to the color of his eyes.

 

Li Mochen suddenly charged toward him. He didn’t even have time to resist before the world plunged into darkness.

 

“Oh no! What is this thing?! Quick—”

 

The scene descended into chaos. Gao Shi, who had driven over with unease in his heart, only saw a flash of dark golden light wrapped around Gao Gusheng, streaking toward the distance before disappearing.

 

The dark golden light was identical to what he’d seen in his dreams.

 

His head exploded with sharp pain. Gao Shi bit down hard on his tongue until he tasted blood.

 

No, he couldn’t pass out at this moment—at least not now!

 

Fragments pierced his brain like shattered glass, scenes from his dreams emerging one by one, enveloping him.

 

Gao Shi staggered after Gao Gusheng’s direction.

 

The intense pain caused temporary blindness, and some sound exploded by his ears—that was tinnitus caused by pain too severe for his body to bear.

 

Just then, the sky suddenly darkened. It had clearly been bright and sunny just moments ago, but now a large mass of dark clouds from nowhere had already shrouded the entire sky. Lightning flickered, thunder roared, and rain poured down.

 

It was as if the entire world was trying to stop him.

 

His body swayed, feeling like he was stepping on clouds, light and unable to gain purchase, falling forward.

 

Someone caught him, holding him in their arms, gently parting his lips and teeth. A faint sandalwood fragrance surrounded him.

 

“Sleep. Don’t worry.”

 

…

 

Gao Gusheng stirred and slowly opened his eyes.

 

His sense of smell and hearing recovered before his vision. He caught a faint musty smell, like wooden boards left in darkness for too long without cleaning.

 

By his ear was a news broadcast—a woman’s voice with perfect pronunciation reporting on the city’s transportation planning.

 

“…the railway will run through Ping suburbs. Perhaps we can expect this railway to bring a new round of economic upgrades to City B.”

 

Wow, dad really is amazing! That land he bought before will probably increase in value by at least 50 times now. What a windfall!

 

Gao Gusheng’s vision finally fully recovered, and he saw a low ceiling.

 

This room had no lights on, only the light from the television changing throughout the room.

 

“You’re awake.”

 

A low voice sounded by his ear.

 

Honestly, this voice sounded husky with a hint of sexiness—quite charming. It would be even better if it weren’t Li Mochen’s voice.

 

Gao Gusheng moved with difficulty, all his senses finally fully awakening. Only then did he realize he was lying on a bed, wrapped up tight as a dumpling.

 

Dense layers of rope overlapped like crabs bought for Mid-Autumn Festival—one pound of crab, half a pound of rope.

 

Alarm bells immediately went off in Gao Gusheng’s mind. He knew exactly how fatal his constitution could be. Now he had all the elements: a dark room, a dangerous man, restraints, a bed—all the ingredients were present, making it impossible for him not to be concerned.

 

Gao Gusheng moved twice, barely managing to gather his spirits as he looked warily at Li Mochen before him.

 

Gao Gusheng didn’t know how long he’d been unconscious—probably no more than a day—but the Li Mochen before him was already very different from the President Li in his memory.

 

This Li Mochen hadn’t shaved, his chin already showing a short layer of stubble. His whole person exuded a sense of decadence, yet his gaze was as sharp as a hawk’s. This contrast made him appear particularly captivating.

 

The flickering television light struck his profile, outlining his muscular curves and sharp features. Any random photo would be a viral sensation.

 

Too bad he was facing Gao Gusheng.

 

In Gao Gusheng’s eyes, Li Mochen was a terrorist who might threaten the safety of his chrysanthemum.

 

Though Gao Gusheng was bound tightly, he still assumed a defensive posture. “President Li, you’re just guilty of tax evasion. Pay the taxes, spend a few years in jail, and that’s it. Kidnapping is a serious crime.”

 

Li Mochen seemed to hear a funny joke and sneered coldly. He suddenly leaned over, their breaths intertwining, their noses almost touching.

 

“Oh? Serious crime? I want to commit an even more serious one.”

 

Light came from behind him. Everything in Gao Gusheng’s field of vision was shadow. Li Mochen’s fingers moved lightly, virtually caressing his temples, fingertips brushing past his ear, then stroking his cheek.

 

“Whatever Li Mochen wants to do, nothing can stop him.”

 

Gao Gusheng got goosebumps all over from his touch, the hair on his back standing on end.

 

[Holy shit! Dude, what do you mean by “nothing can stop you”? This is a crime! A crime! A crime, do you understand? Don’t you take laws and regulations seriously?]

 

This person was too dangerous—definitely a criminal who didn’t take laws and regulations seriously.

 

Gao Gusheng’s wary and guarded gaze pleased Li Mochen. His expression softened, but his actions became more aggressive.

 

Li Mochen’s hand slowly moved down, pressing against Gao Gusheng’s slender waist.

 

“Actually, you understand everything, don’t you.”

 

[I understand jack shit!]

 

Li Mochen’s hand was very hot, and even through a layer of clothing, it still seemed like it would burn him.

 

Gao Gusheng’s expression was ugly. He felt his back garden was in imminent danger.

 

“Big brother, you were at least a dignified president before, covering the sky with one hand in the entertainment industry. Playing the role of taking by force isn’t very appropriate now, is it?”

 

Li Mochen chuckled lowly, “You mean a forced melon isn’t sweet?”

 

Gao Gusheng nodded repeatedly—wasn’t this obvious?

 

Li Mochen laughed softly, “Who says it’s not sweet? What I like is sweet.”

 

“Too many come to my door willingly. Occasionally meeting someone like you is quite interesting.”

 

As he said this, his hand slowly moved, about to slip under the hem of Gao Gusheng’s T-shirt.

 

Seeing that this person was determined to make a move on him, Gao Gusheng really couldn’t stand it anymore. He tensed his abdomen, and taking advantage of Li Mochen’s lustful distraction and lowered guard, he fiercely raised his leg and struck Li Mochen’s lower three inches.

 

—At this point, we have to mention Li Mochen and Gao Gusheng’s positions.

 

Gao Gusheng was tied up like a caterpillar, and Li Mochen, wanting to get close to him, had knelt one leg beside the bed while the other leg was planted on the ground.

 

This position was very oppressive, but it also exposed his most vulnerable part to Gao Gusheng. Who knows if he’d practiced iron crotch kung fu or if he was risking his life to look cool.

 

Gao Gusheng didn’t care whether this attack posture was crude or not—he only knew that any attack that could repel a pervert was a good attack.

 

Gao Gusheng used all his strength for this strike. When his hard knee made brutal contact with the most vulnerable part of Li Mochen’s male anatomy, he almost heard the sound of eggs being scrambled.

 

Li Mochen suddenly arched his back, his cheeks instantly flushing red like special effects had been added, his whole person looking like a cooked shrimp.

 

Gao Gusheng suddenly leaned back, executing a “rabbit kicks eagle” move, ruthlessly planting his size 42 footprint on Li Mochen’s face.

 

“Argh—!”

 

Li Mochen took the heavy blow and collapsed heavily to the ground. Gao Gusheng, following the principle of “strike while he’s down,” bounced up from the bed. The flexible caterpillar fell from mid-air, providing a perfect demonstration of energy conversion.

 

With the assistance of gravity, two “crack” sounds were heard as Li Mochen’s ribs were broken by Gao Gusheng’s impact.

 

Don’t let Gao Gusheng’s slender build fool you—he was still an adult male after all. This blow was no light matter, and it looked like Li Mochen was barely breathing.

 

Unfortunately, Gao Gusheng had also exhausted his strength and really was lying on the ground like a caterpillar, unable to move.

 

He didn’t know who had taught Li Mochen this rope-tying method, but the more he struggled, the tighter it got. The ropes that had only been tight before were now almost cutting into his flesh. The places where skin met rope were rubbed raw and painful—probably already scraped.

 

Gao Gusheng sighed heavily.

 

It wasn’t that he was afraid of pain or hardship—the key was that this whole situation was frustrating.

 

Who could have imagined that even under the protection of sixty strong men, he could still be kidnapped by Li Mochen? Dad must be worried sick by now, right?

 

Although Li Mochen was lying on the ground looking unconscious, Gao Gusheng was still very nervous because he knew there was definitely something strange about Li Mochen. A normal person couldn’t possibly break through multiple layers of protection to kidnap him.

 

Moreover, those sixty strong men were just the obvious protection. In the shadows, there were also three bodyguards and one Spirit Police officer protecting him.

 

After having that dream, Gao Shi instinctively felt something was off about Li Mochen, but in the dream he hadn’t shown any abilities beyond normal humans, and in real life he hadn’t shown any abnormalities either. Even when the Spirit Management Bureau investigated, they found nothing unusual, so it was impossible to apply for long-term specialized protection based on this.

 

This Spirit Police officer was only approved because Gao Gusheng was going to have direct contact with Li Mochen today.

 

Spirit Police were extremely rare and had very heavy daily workloads, so everyone could understand.

 

Gao Shi’s application for Spirit Police was just out of protectiveness toward Gao Gusheng, habitually preparing everything thoroughly.

 

—Who could have thought that even such tight protection couldn’t keep Gao Gusheng safe?

 

Gao Gusheng recalled his father’s earnest instructions before departure. At the time, he’d thought dad was really making a mountain out of a molehill—sixty big men, and you think you can take me out in seconds?

 

He hadn’t expected to fall this time.

 

Sigh, where could he go to seek justice for this?

 

He shook his head, glanced at Li Mochen lying on the ground in unknown condition, stared at his neck for a while, wondering if he should add another kick, but was afraid of using too much force and directly killing him.

 

Unexpectedly, the next second, Li Mochen’s chest emitted a faint golden light. The dark golden radiance enveloped Li Mochen’s entire body. Gao Gusheng heard subtle crackling sounds as the minor wounds from scraping against the ground quickly healed under this dark golden light. As for his ribs and his censored parts, though invisible, one could probably guess they had also fully recovered.

 

Gao Gusheng’s pupils contracted sharply, and he desperately tried to retreat a couple of times, but his body was bound tightly and he couldn’t get far.

 

He remembered this dark golden light. Just before he lost consciousness, Li Mochen’s chest had also emitted a burst of dark golden radiance, and then Li Mochen had gone berserk like he was on drugs.

 

In just the blink of an eye, Li Mochen opened his eyes again.

 

Damn it, this was completely screwed now.

 

Li Mochen opened his eyes, and unlike before he lost consciousness, this time his eyes were actually blood red, mixed with a trace of faint golden light within the red, giving people an inexplicable sense of fear—probably because these eyes really didn’t seem human.

 

Gao Gusheng had an inexplicable feeling that the person before him wasn’t Li Mochen, but someone else entirely.

 

Could it be something like demonic possession…

 

While Gao Gusheng was lost in wild thoughts, “Li Mochen” stepped forward and grabbed his throat, lifting him from the ground.

 

The suffocating sensation and pain actually made Gao Gusheng even calmer. He tensed his lower abdomen, gathering his last remaining strength to kick toward Li Mochen’s chest, but the powerful force that had easily knocked Li Mochen down before was now effortlessly deflected by one hand.

 

He caught Gao Gusheng’s ankle with one hand.

 

“Little sweet treat has quite a fierce temperament. I like it~”

 

With a forceful throw, Gao Gusheng was tossed back onto the bed.

 

The suffocating sensation from being choked and the painful, itchy feeling in his throat made him cough violently.

 

Physiological tears spilled from the corners of his eyes. Gao Gusheng’s eye corners turned crimson, and a faint fragrance gradually emanated from his body.

 

“Li Mochen’s” pupils darkened. He leaned over, burying his face in Gao Gusheng’s neck hollow and sniffing deeply, “So fragrant.”

 

Just then, Li Mochen’s left eye changed from golden-red to black.

 

His left hand suddenly grabbed his right hand.

 

“Enough, what do you want to do?”

 

“Just taste the little sweet treat I’ve had my eye on for so long.”

 

“You want to hog it all to yourself?”

 

“If it weren’t for me, you’d probably be seriously injured by now, and the little sweet treat would have escaped.”

 

Gao Gusheng was startled, thinking his suspicions were correct—the person before him wasn’t Li Mochen, or rather, wasn’t just Li Mochen. There was something else inside him.

 

Perhaps seeing Gao Gusheng’s confusion, “Li Mochen” turned to look at him, his smile carrying an evil air.

 

“How about we ask our little sweet treat what he thinks?”

 

He moved closer to Gao Gusheng, his finger ambiguously brushing past Gao Gusheng’s ear tip as he smiled, “Little sweet treat, who would you rather do it with?”

 

Gao Gusheng asked hoarsely, “What… exactly are you things?”

 

He smiled, “Oh my, that’s quite rude of you to say. I’m an evil god.”

 

Evil god? Was it the kind of evil god he was thinking of?

 

The evil god seemed to see through his thoughts and spoke slowly, “I am an ancient evil god who recently awakened with the revival of spiritual energy. In ancient times, countless virgin boys and girls willingly offered themselves to me.”

 

Gao Gusheng shrugged, “Well, sorry about that, but I’m not willing. Any god who forces people into prostitution doesn’t seem like a proper deity to me—probably just a foot-washing servant to evil gods in ancient times.”

 

The evil god’s expression darkened, his gentle demeanor suddenly becoming terrifying, then his expression changed again, becoming Li Mochen’s cold, slightly impatient look.

 

“Enough, why are you arguing with him about this?”

 

“At least he should understand who exactly he’s offering himself to.”

 

“I don’t want the little pastry to mistake me for you.”

 

Li Mochen sneered coldly, “Ha, that would really be giving me too much credit. To confuse the two of us.”

 

Gao Gusheng quietly edged backward, but this small movement didn’t escape the notice of the two arguing figures.

 

A burst of dark golden light erupted from Li Mochen’s body, then the golden light separated from him, forming a dark golden humanoid figure—vague and indistinct, but faintly recognizable as human-shaped.

 

It seemed these two had reached an agreement and decided to enjoy this delicious “little sweet treat” together.

 

[Help me, dad! If you don’t come soon, your son is going to be violated by these two beasts!]

 

Gao Gusheng firmly believed his father would rescue him from these two animals. Right now, all he needed to do was buy time.

 

He looked at the two and suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

 

“President Li wanted to buy that piece of land no one was optimistic about because of this evil god, right?”

 

“Lord Evil God? Mm, I like that title.”

 

The evil god was pleased by this form of address, raising his chin somewhat arrogantly, “Of course, the Li family’s current achievements are largely due to my contributions.”

 

Li Mochen frowned slightly but said nothing.

 

Gao Gusheng fixed his gaze on Li Mochen, catching that trace of impatience beneath his cold expression.

 

His heart settled, then he asked, “If I remember correctly, President Li didn’t manage to win that land at auction, did he?”

 

Having his wound ruthlessly poked, Li Mochen’s expression grew even uglier, while the evil god beside him twisted the knife further.

 

“I told you to prepare sufficient funds at the time. I didn’t expect you couldn’t seize an opportunity that was right in your hands. Who knows who bought that land—at least forty or fifty times the return. Such a great opportunity, just handed over to someone else.”

 

Li Mochen angrily said in a low voice, “I said I had made complete preparations. I just don’t know who got the advantage, preparing exactly ten million more than me.”

 

Gao Gusheng watched the two argue and felt reassured.

 

He’d bet correctly.

 

Li Mochen was domineering and tyrannical, strong and overbearing, not allowing anyone the slightest disagreement.

 

In other words, he was a standard domineering CEO, interpreting “domineering” to perfection.

 

How could such a President Li possibly allow someone beside him to constantly suppress him and steal the prey he’d already set his sights on?

 

It was just that circumstances were stronger than people right now, and Li Mochen had no way to fight back.

 

Probably once Li Mochen gained power, he would turn around and kill the evil god, even claiming the evil god’s power for himself—he was the very definition of an ungrateful wolf.

 

This was also why, despite having the opportunity to forcibly do unspeakable things to him while he was unconscious, Li Mochen hadn’t done so, instead patiently waiting.

 

Besides his own twisted pleasure, he probably also didn’t want to share himself with the evil god.

 

In that case, he didn’t even need to find many topics—he just needed to throw out a hook, and Li Mochen would obediently take the bait, dragging out the time. This was an open strategy.

 

Moreover, Gao Gusheng had just delivered a “fatal egg strike” to Li Mochen. Although that area had healed, he probably wouldn’t be able to stand up for a while.

 

So Gao Gusheng smiled, “Alright, alright, stop fighting!”

 

“It seems President Li and Lord Evil God are very dissatisfied with this matter. How about this—if you’re willing to let me go, I can tell you exactly who got the upper hand and bought that land.”

 

“If I’m not mistaken, President Li probably still hasn’t figured out who actually bought that land.”

 

These words completely captured both their attention. Not only Li Mochen, but even the evil god was very interested in this matter.

 

In the evil god’s view, the person who snatched the land had acted far too abnormally, grabbing the land at three times the market price. If he hadn’t been leaked inside information by someone, the evil god wouldn’t believe it.

 

So exactly who had greater ability than him, allowing that land-grabber to press the bottom line and buy that land?

 

Li Mochen just looked at Gao Gusheng quietly, and after a long while slowly said, “Gao Gusheng, sometimes you really don’t act like a child from an ordinary family. You even know about this kind of thing.”

 

“What else do you know?”

 

Gao Gusheng raised his eyebrows, “I can tell you, but the prerequisite is that you have to let me go first.”

 

The evil god smiled, “Oh my, little sweet treat, you’re really too naive. Do you think you still have a choice in whether to talk or not?”

 

“Do you think it would be difficult for me to make you tell the truth with my abilities?”

 

Gao Gusheng looked at them, “Indeed, it seems you don’t intend to let me go.”

 

“Fine, fine, I understand. At least change locations before doing that kind of thing with me. This is my first time after all—I can’t just spend it so carelessly in a place like this.”

 

Gao Gusheng looked around. With the help of the surrounding light, he could see this was a small motel—very small, the kind where you only need a few dozen yuan to stay overnight and don’t need ID. He could even see the peeling wallpaper in the corners and the mottled traces beneath it.

 

This statement obviously hit Li Mochen’s thoughts. As the dignified president of Wanxing Entertainment, even for a night of passion, he would choose the presidential suite of a five-star hotel. When had he ever wronged himself by staying in such a shabby little motel?

 

If it weren’t for the pursuers outside and the evil god’s power not being fully recovered yet, he wouldn’t compromise himself like this.

 

In his view, exquisite desserts should be paired with fine tableware. Wolfing it down hastily would only leave him with regrets.

 

Moreover, this delicious dessert wasn’t for him alone.

 

Thinking of this, his expression darkened.

 

“Fine, I agree.”

 

The evil god beside him wanted to say something but ultimately didn’t speak. Presumably in the evil god’s view, Gao Gusheng was already in their grasp with no hope of escape. Right now he was more concerned about who this person with power that could threaten him was.

 

With these two stabilized, Gao Gusheng breathed a sigh of relief. As soon as he spoke, he dropped a bombshell.

 

“Actually, my family bought that land.”

 

“What? That’s impossible.”

 

Li Mochen’s face finally showed some other expression.

 

It wasn’t that he hadn’t investigated the person who snatched that land, but after investigating, he only found a small company. This company was really too small—so small that its liquid assets were only a few million, absolutely impossible to spend over a hundred million to buy a piece of land that no one was optimistic about.

 

There must be someone else behind this small company.

 

But he ultimately never found the person behind the scenes. By the end of his investigation, he almost suspected he was overthinking—maybe the company’s boss was just a rich fool?

 

But now, Gao Gusheng was telling him that his family had bought that land.

 

What kind of joke was this?

 

Li Mochen said in a low voice, “You’d better not play any tricks. I’ve already investigated your family. Your father is just an ordinary criminal police officer—he couldn’t possibly afford the price of that land.”

 

Gao Gusheng shrugged, “Ah, that’s right, my dad is indeed a criminal police officer, but my grandfather has money.”

 

“What’s my surname?”

 

Surname? Of course it’s Gao.

 

Li Mochen suddenly froze.

 

He felt things were becoming absurd.

 

“You’re not going to say you’re from the Gao family, are you? Ridiculous!”

 

Gao Gusheng nodded, “That’s right, I am from the Gao family. I’m the Gao family’s youngest young master.”

 

Li Mochen was almost amused by anger. He felt like he was simply wasting time listening to a little thing who understood nothing spout nonsense.

 

“The newest generation of the Gao family is only 26 years old this year. You’re already 18—are you saying your dad is only eight years older than you? What kind of joke is this?!”

 

“Or are you saying the ‘dad’ you’re talking about is a sugar daddy?”

 

Gao Gusheng’s face was full of black lines, “What sugar daddy? The person you’re talking about, the current Gao family head, is my grandfather!”

 

He pushed his face closer to Li Mochen’s.

 

“Look, look, look—doesn’t this face look like the Gao family head?”

 

Li Mochen looked closely and suddenly discovered an absurd fact—Gao Gusheng really did bear some resemblance to the Gao family head.

 

After being stunned, he suddenly understood.

 

“You’re the Gao family head’s illegitimate son?”

 

The black lines on Gao Gusheng’s forehead layered one upon another, “Can you stop secretly promoting my generation? If my dad finds out, you’re in trouble!”

 

Gao Gusheng shifted backward, settling comfortably against the cushions.

 

“Since you investigated me, you should have seen my dad, right? Don’t my dad and I look like father and son?”

 

Li Mochen had indeed seen Gao Gusheng’s father—Gao Shi. When he got the photo, he even thought his subordinates had made a mistake. No matter how you looked at it, Gao Shi didn’t look like a man in his forties who was already a father.

 

Ignoring his overly sharp temperament and just looking at his appearance, he looked exactly like someone in his early twenties.

 

But the way Gao Shi and Gao Gusheng interacted was really too much like a father and son pair, and definitely the biological kind.

 

Considering that some people naturally age slower than others, when Li Mochen learned that this was indeed Gao Gusheng’s father, he didn’t think much of it and just set the file aside.

 

Seeing Li Mochen’s expression turn to shock, Gao Gusheng nodded with satisfaction, “That’s right, my dad is only eight years older than me.”

 

The evil god circled around him with interest, the dark golden light floating and swaying. Gao Gusheng felt this was like a powerful pollution source, causing him serious light pollution.

 

“Having a child at eight years old? No, that’s not so absurd. Were you obtained through some special method? Could it be raising little ghosts?”

 

“Or was a dead person’s body injected into a newborn’s body?”

 

Seeing that both their interests had been piqued, Gao Gusheng felt reassured—since you both believe it, then I can really start making things up.

 

Gao Gusheng believed his father would definitely find him; it was only a matter of time. So what he needed to do now was fabricate—fabricate with all his might. The more outrageous the better, the longer he could delay the better.

 

Gao Gusheng leaned back further, completely sinking into the cushions.

 

“Actually, this is a long story. President Li, as the president of an entertainment company, you must have watched quite a few TV dramas and movies, right?”

 

“You should have watched cultivation dramas too.”

 

The evil god’s face showed unprecedented seriousness.

 

“You mean…”

 

“Exactly!”

 

Gao Gusheng’s eyebrows danced with excitement. If he weren’t tied up tightly right now, he might have snapped his fingers.

 

“Our Gao family is naturally born with spiritual roots—we have cultivation bodies. In our Gao family’s ancestral lineage, there’s been passed down a cultivation manual…”

 

As Gao Gusheng spoke, the fragrance emanating from his body grew increasingly rich.

 

While Gao Gusheng used his essay-writing skills to desperately pad the word count, he secretly prayed: Dad, you have to find me quickly!

 

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