Chapter 4: This Marriage Alliance Looks Like a Long Shot! The Person Died, But the Money Wasn’t Spent…
The moment the USB drive was crushed, Dan Man relaxed.
His breathing became easier, his excessively taut nerves uncoiled, and his soul, along with his body, seemed to become lighter.
So much so that when Le Can said there was nothing on the USB drive, he remained in a daze.
When reason returned belatedly and he met Le Can’s upturned lips, Dan Man experienced the sensation of falling from the clouds.
Sure enough, the very next sentence directly smashed his last bit of luck to death.
No matter where he looked, Dan Man always met gazes full of contempt and disdain. It was as if he were something dirty, an eyesore to look at…
The person who cared most about external appearances broke down at this moment.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the protagonist who was supposed to be praised by everyone tonight had bloodshot eyes. He rubbed the side of his face vigorously in self-deception, then tugged at the collar of his haute couture suit to cover his ears.
“No, no, it shouldn’t be like this!”
The deceiver trapped himself in his delusions, trying to wave his hands to push away all the comments and gazes.
Until a certain moment, when he caught a glimpse of Le Can’s face from the corner of his eye. Dan Man suddenly startled awake, then, like a drowning man clutching at the last straw, stared fixedly at the only target available to vent his emotions.
“It’s you, it’s you, it’s all because of you! Why are you still here? Why haven’t you died yet?!”
“Die! Die! Die!!!”
Hands that usually lived a life of luxury reached out to strangle, their owner’s eyes bulging, veins popping on his forehead, his eyes that usually acted coquettish now filled with venom.
Le Can stood seemingly calm on the spot, slowly raising his eyes to take it all in.
In the eyes of outsiders, he was confident, as if everything was under control. But in reality, his sluggish and weak body couldn’t keep up with his agile mind, and Le Can was also in despair.
Just before the fingernails were about to scratch the corner of his eye, and he couldn’t help but close his eyes to endure the injury, a gust of wind slammed into him from the right.
With a loud bang, the first physical collision between Jian Minglang and Dan Man ended with the physically stronger former emerging victorious.
Separated by half a step, Le Can watched the whole process helplessly. Including how Dan Man was sent flying by the calf-like Jian Minglang, landing on his butt on the ground, looking as pathetic as a turtle on its back.
“Pfft—”
It was unknown who started it, but among the crowd of people struggling not to laugh, snorts of laughter erupted one after another, finally merging into a continuous wave of “Hahahahaha…”
Le Can slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air trapped in his chest, and his beautiful brows curved gently.
Halfway through his smile, a sudden “Careful!” came from his side. The timbre of the voice was familiar; it was the young female worker who had offered to help him earlier.
Le Can reflexively turned his body to look in the direction of the voice. Before his foot could land firmly as he stepped back, a blinding white light pierced the sky and plunged straight down towards his head.
It was a knife! Someone had entered the venue with a knife!
When he saw the figure standing under the knife, Le Can’s mind instantly trembled, “Dodge!”
That position—he had been standing there two minutes ago. But because he had helped knock away the crazy Dan Man, the person standing there now had become—Jian Minglang!
Le Can forcibly stopped his backward movement, opening his arms to hook the person in front of him.
His actions exposed, and suddenly realizing the person under the knife was someone he couldn’t afford to offend, the red-eyed murderer hesitated. Le Can seized the opportunity to use all his strength to pull away Jian Minglang, who was frozen in fright.
At this moment, the view that had been blocked by the other person suddenly cleared, and he saw the murderer’s face clearly.
The ferocious expression, the bloodshot eyes—it turned out to be the new-age eunuch left upstairs, the scumbag Lu Zhangping!
The brief eye contact evidently triggered bad memories for Mr. Lu. As he stabbed with the knife in both hands, Le Can, whose vision was blacking out again from overexertion, couldn’t help but start regretting in his heart.
Earlier, when he stepped over the semi-conscious Lu Zhangping, there was an expensive and heavy table lamp just two steps away.
Tell me, why didn’t he pick up the weapon and give this scourge of a scumbag another whack?
Alas, there is no medicine for regret in this world, and Le Can cannot travel through time.
With a rip, a sound similar to silk tearing rang out quietly within his body. The pain was perceived a beat later, and the hand Le Can pressed to his waist touched warm, sticky liquid.
The impact of the knife stabbing into his body caused him to lose balance and fall backward. As his vision fell, Le Can caught a glimpse of his right hand flung up in the air.
It was not a good-looking hand.
It originally had five fingers, and although covered in rough calluses, they were quite slender. Later, under Dan Man’s coquetry and threats, Lu Zhangping cut off the most commonly used thumb and index finger.
However, just now Le Can had also used his right hand with only three fingers left to stab Lu Zhangping with a piece of glass, which could be considered a courtesy returned.
The already incomplete palm had been cut with deep bloody gashes by the broken glass. Before rushing downstairs, he had just wiped off the blood and simply wrapped it with a strip of cloth.
Now, the cloth strip that had only been oozing blood stains was completely soaked in bright red blood.
Le Can thought with bitter amusement: If I take this hand out like this, it would probably scare a few random kids to tears.
While thoughts flew through his mind, only a few seconds had passed in the outside world.
After the feeling of weightlessness came the impact with the ground. A second before Le Can hit the floor, two pairs of hands suddenly reached out from left and right, barely catching the frail young man.
Jolted, Le Can couldn’t help but cough. Blood held in his mouth sprayed out, followed by gushes of bright red pouring from the youth’s mouth, his nasal cavity instantly filled with the unique metallic smell of blood.
A person might not encounter an outlaw in a lifetime. More often, they would meet kind-hearted people like the waitress and Jian Minglang who were holding him up—strangers who extended a hand in a moment of life and death despite only meeting once.
“Cough, cough, cough…”
He really hit the “jackpot,” encountering two weirdos in one lifetime…
There is a high probability that people have sensations before death, and Le Can clearly felt the vitality slipping away.
Something intangible and mysterious within his body was slowly disappearing along with the spilling blood. It was very much like a water balloon with a hole, although, he was indeed no different from a water balloon with a hole.
They say a person’s words are kind when they are about to die. Le Can also tried hard to be kind before he died.
“Bless you, cough cough cough cough cough…”
His gaze pierced through the crowd, landing precisely on the pale-faced eunuch scumbag and the “green tea” mistress. “Locked, cough cough, locked together.”
The cries for help and screams around his ears were a chaotic mess, but Le Can had no time to care about them.
His hearing began to fade before his consciousness, the volume of the entire world seemingly turned down by an invisible hand.
Past events flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern. Le Can skipped over his short life, which was mostly mundane, and the image that froze at the end—the most important one—was a small safe.
For no special reason, purely because that was his last attachment in this world.
In short—
—The money he hadn’t finished spending.
From a penniless pauper, he had slowly worked his way up to having some savings, but still lived frugally—a pauper on another level.
Le Can really couldn’t ignore the jewels he had selected one by one, paid for one by one, and finally stored one by one.
Of course, limited by his wallet, these jewels weren’t rare quality or top-tier flawless treasures.
But what were they?
They were the money he hadn’t finished spending! Money he hadn’t finished spending!! Money he hadn’t finished, spending!!!
Le Can fell into a deep, permanent darkness, stuck with this resentment…
…Permanent darkness, my foot!
The whole process probably took less than three seconds. Le Can suddenly felt a huge pulling force grabbing his limp soul and dragging it ruthlessly in an unknown direction.
Le Can, his soul pulled out of shape: “…”
Excuse me, do you have any manners?
Before he could open his Schrödinger’s mouth to complain, the mysterious force, as if understanding his thoughts, wound up its arm, aimed in a direction, and threw Le Can out.
Ever been on a roller coaster? The only feeling Le Can had was that of diving down from the highest point, his whole body thrown into mid-air uncontrollably.
When he landed with a thud, he still hadn’t shaken off that loss of control, only able to maintain a fragile dignity with a poker face.
“Marriage alliance?”
After the strange, smiling voice finished speaking, it let out a light scoff, as if it had just heard an extremely funny joke.
As everyone knows, gossiping is human nature.
Le Can, who had originally lost interest in everything because he died without spending his money, suddenly pulled his consciousness out of its muddled state.
Although the scene before him was still blurry like a Gaussian blur, it didn’t stop him from silently adjusting his sitting posture and inching toward the direction of the voice.
Marriage alliance?
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What a distant and high-class term! Is this something a commoner like him can witness up close live?
His gossip radar was up, but his vision was dragging him down. Although things were slowly becoming clearer, it was still like looking through a layer of white gauze, so Le Can could only rely on his hearing.
After waiting for a long time without hearing the next sentence, the blind young man silently inched forward again.
Xi Yun lowered his eyes to look at the other foot that had bumped into his own, his expression unreadable.
Perhaps only Le Can thought his small movements were inconspicuous. But this was just like a student spacing out in class.
In reality, what the student was thinking and doing was crystal clear to the teacher. Not saying anything was just the indulgence of an elder turning a blind eye.
Xi Yun didn’t have any tender indulgence, but there was another matter more urgent to deal with than this triviality.
He slowly lifted his eyelids, glancing sideways at the pale-faced middle-aged man. “Marriage alliance, meaning establishing a marital relationship to achieve cooperation between both parties and form an alliance.”
“In my understanding, even if the two parties aren’t evenly matched, at least the difference shouldn’t be too great.”
Ignoring the other party’s increasingly poor complexion, the man, who remained unhurried, rubbed the Hetian jade chi dragon relief thumb ring on his thumb. If there was sarcasm in his eyes, it was more indifference.
“And regarding the marriage alliance proposed by Mr. Le today?”
Xi Yun spread his hands. “I’m sorry, I don’t see any benefits it could bring.”
On the other side, Le Can was silently marveling in his heart.
Because aside from the word “sorry,” Le Can didn’t sense any apologetic meaning in what he had heard.
Polite everywhere, yet impolite everywhere. This marriage alliance looks like a long shot!
“No, no, no, Young Master Xi, listen to me…”
“No need to say more.”
Xi Yun cut him off decisively.
His patience had bottomed out. He had intended to leave the other party a shred of dignity, but seeing the fool’s lack of perception, he gave up on that thought. He simply tore off the last fig leaf.
“Marriage alliance? Rely on the Le family’s bankrupt business, or…” Xi Yun lifted his eyelids slightly. “…Rely on Third Young Master Le’s looks?”
Le “Onlooker” Can thought in his heart: Wow.
Critical hit. Sarcasm level maxed out!
The next second, Le Can, who was getting high on the gossip, suddenly saw his vision clear up. Immediately after, he crashed into a pair of deep eyes.
The first thing he saw was the silver-gray light-colored irises.
Not to mention in real life, even in this era of developed internet, Le Can had never seen such an iris color.
However, this wasn’t the most peculiar thing about these eyes.
In the center of this mysterious silver-gray were two black pupils connected together, one large and one small. The large one was on top, and the small one was below, near the tail of the eye.
Could it be—Double Pupils?!
Le Can’s eyes widened abruptly, unable to hide the amazement in them. The legendary Double Pupils?!
Gradually, under the strange gaze of those mysterious eyes, Le Can, whose vision and brain were recovering together, slowly realized something was wrong.
In this private and low-key luxurious room, apart from the two people who had spoken, only he and the strange middle-aged man, “Old Mr. Le,” remained sitting on the same side.
There was the old, and there was the young.
Le Can slowly blinked.
Then who is the Third Young Master Le?
Who is the Third Young Master Le?
It shouldn’t be, it’s impossible, it couldn’t be… him, right?!
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