On his way back to the room, thinking about Zhang Huimin and the others' happy expressions throughout the day, and realizing that their joyful journey is soon coming to an end, Ye Huan sighed with guilt, feeling that he had let them down.
With this guilty feeling, he returned to the presidential suite.
The top floor of Shengshi Grand Hotel has only two suites, both of which are oversized, five-star presidential suites.
Ye Huan had not been in the suite for long when the door of the other suite opened, and a man rushed out anxiously. His clothes were disheveled, his hair a ss, and he held a phone in one hand while pulling up his pants with the other, looking extrely rushed.
"Mom, are you downstairs at the hotel?"
"I'll be right there, wait for !"
"Have you managed to curry favor with the Saint? This..."
"I'll tell you when I get there!"
The man hung up the phone with a face ashen as a ghost, put on his pants, tucked the phone back into his pocket, and hurriedly rushed towards the elevator, his expression extrely flustered.
At this mont, a seductive woman, who seed to have just woken up and was wrapped in a bathrobe, dashed out of the suite and shouted anxiously at the man's back: "Brother Ma, you haven't paid for last night yet!"
"Do you think I'm going to stiff you for a few hundred bucks? Just wait, damn it; it's all your fault I missed sothing big!" The man shouted back without turning his head as he rushed into the elevator, beginning to tidy his hairstyle against the glass walls inside.
The man was nad Martin, a direct descendant of the Southwest Ma Family, and one of the top three young geniuses of the family.
Seven days ago, Martin arrived in Chang'an with the task of impressing the Saint of Huaxia for his family, along with undergoing a martial arts aptitude test at the First Emperor's tomb.
This was Martin's first ti leaving Cyan Peak Town alone, heading to a cosmopolitan city, where he truly understood what it ant to be dazzled by the variety of temptations...
On his first night here, a hostess dragged him into a bathhouse, giving him an experience of unparalleled joy that he had never had before. For a week thereafter, he indulged in pleasure, frequenting nightclubs, bars, and KTVs.
Last night, he got carried away, inviting two fresh-faced salon girls, having a wildly good ti!
After a crazy half night, he fell asleep, exhausted, while the Ancient Martial Artists visited the tomb for the test and to flatter the Saint; he was sleeping like a dead pig in his hotel room!
He slept the whole day, only waking up in the evening!
Upon waking, he found dozens of missed calls on his phone, all from his mom during the noonti and afternoon. Initially puzzled about why his mom called so much, a returned call asking how the task was going jolted him to realize he had majorly screwed up by indulging so much that he forgot the crucial task of impressing the Saint!
Martin wanted to cry but had no tears; if this reached his stern mom's ears, the consequences would be unimaginable!
As soon as he reached the passenger seat of the Humr parked at the hotel entrance, he shuddered in fear with the first question thrown by the woman in the driver's seat.
"Did you spend money on won again? Stayed all afternoon at the hotel, mixed up with won, didn't you?" Ma Pufang's face turned dark upon seeing Martin's disheveled appearance and catching the strong perfu scent, with her gaze filled with anger, veins popping on her forehead, she looked like a volcano about to erupt.
Martin lowered his head, not daring to lie.
"I've told you countless tis; those won outside aren't clean; stop fooling around, yet you never listen!"
"You useless thing; can't you learn from your sister? Focus your mind on real matters. All day with won, and unsavory ones at that!"
"I fought hard with the family elders to get you this chance to see the world in Chang'an, to reconnect with the Saint of Huaxia! And what do you do? You pull this stunt on !"
Ma Pufang was livid, erupting in rage, like a volcano.
Martin's face was pale with fear, not daring to speak, his body shaking, but upon hearing "sister," he retorted aggrievedly: "Mom, can't you stop talking about Lu Beibei all the ti! She's Lü, not Ma; in the end, she's just an outsider, destined to leave the Ma Family. I'm your real beloved son!"
"What's wrong with talking about her? She's better than you, works harder, knows how to focus on the right things!"
"Bullshit, how is she better than ?" Martin said bitterly: "I'm the genius among the ancient martial artists of the Ma Family's young generation, and what about her? She has no ancient martial prowess, just knows so boxing, I could crush her with a finger! Moreover, my martial arts talent has already been recognized by the Saint of Huaxia, what about her? She's nothing!"
"You…"
Seeing Martin badmouth his sister like this, Ma Pufang, as the mother, was instantly furious enough to raise her hand.
But just as she was about to give him a slap, hearing Martin's last words made her pause and then ask in surprise: "Your martial arts talent has been recognized by the Saint?"
"Yes, the Saint said I'm a genius among geniuses, my future achievents are limitless!"
Martin plucked up the courage to say, deciding to temporarily set the lie he just blurted out.
Being in an extre rage, should he confess about missing the tomb visit due to pleasure-seeking now, he'd surely get slapped to death.
To save his life, he could only lie to get past this mont.
"Martin, you're not lying to , are you?" Ma Pufang asked sternly.
"Mom, how could I lie to you? The Saint really said that about !"
"Then, have you gained the Saint's friendship?"
"Of course, seeing my potential, he proactively befriended !"
Martin lied without batting an eye.
Ma Pufang was unbelievably surprised; she had not expected her useless son to have such ability, being a genius great enough to proactively draw the Saint of Huaxia to connect with him?
After the surprise ca comfort.
Feeling imnsely comforted, Ma Pufang withdrew her raised hand, not doubting Martin's words.
Today at noon, a piece of news burst through the entire Ancient Martial Realm, shocking everyone!
The ancient martial artists entering the tomb all unwittingly offended the Saint of Huaxia and jumped into rcury Lake to end their lives.
Even the leading master of the Ancient Martial Realm—Kyo Hoshizora—apparently perished inside the First Emperor's tomb.
Currently, the only remaining living ancient martial artist who went into the tomb is Martin.
Ma Pufang knew Martin's personality; he's timid, and if he had really offended the Saint, he would surely have jumped into rcury Lake with the others.
Martin was still alive, doing well, proving he hadn't offended the Saint, perhaps even befriending the Saint!
It was truly great news!
With the Saint's friendship, the Ma Family will surely soar, reaching greater heights!
"Martin, you're the Ma Family's lucky star; I'm going to throw a celebration feast for you!"
Ma Pufang said excitedly, pulling out her phone to announce the news of Martin's connection with the Saint to the Ma Family as acting Patriarch, instructing them to imdiately start preparing a grand celebratory feast, inviting guests worldwide!
...
"Celebratory feast?"
Shengshi Grand Hotel, top floor, Presidential Suite No. 1.
In the large bath, lying in Ye Huan's embrace, soaking in the hot bath with Ye Huan and several won including Zhang Huimin, Liu Tianyun, having received this call from Lu Beibei, looked surprised.
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