Chapter 232
Chapter 232: Wife Spends Money on Another Male—All He Can Do Is Seethe and Pick a Fight
Chong Ming’s voice stayed flat, but the cold underneath it was unmistakable. “The money should arrive in about half a month. If you need it sooner, you can use my account.”
Jiang Tea Tea thought about it. “Fine. Share your account with me. Whatever I spend, consider it a loan. I’ll pay you back.”
He’d shared his account with her before. She’d shut it down on the spot, refusing to spend a single credit of his.
Now, for the male she liked, she was taking his money without hesitation.
Chong Ming lifted the hand wearing his lightbrain, tapped a few times, and enabled account sharing. His golden eyes fixed on her. “Done.”
“Thanks.” Jiang Tea Tea grinned. “I’m taking three days off. I’m going to show him around, get him settled, and then I’ll come back for more tasks.”
Chong Ming’s eyes narrowed, as if her smile had stung him. His voice went crisp and official. “Three days can’t be approved. One day only. The living dead you brought back from your last mission still hasn’t been resolved.”
Jiang Tea Tea shrugged. “Fine. One day. I’ll report in the day after tomorrow.”
She pulled out a flyer, yanked open the pilot door, and climbed in. She leaned out and called, “Jin Lin, let’s go.”
Jin Lin had nearly frozen to death under the pressure of Great Demon Senior’s “reserve rations tonic dragon,” but demon etiquette was demon etiquette. Before leaving, he waved once at the tonic dragon and even smiled.
Adjutant Ai, standing nearby, didn’t dare say a word. He could’ve sworn that wave and smile were a naked provocation aimed straight at the Commander-in-Chief.
Chong Ming stood where he was and watched the flyer lift into the sky and vanish. His voice dropped. “Secretary Wen. Notify everyone: within three months, we must eliminate every remaining connection tied to Li Ao, the former director of the Ability Research Institute.”
“If anything like the Yellow Dragon Clan incident happens again—anything linked to him that wasn’t fully uncovered—every relevant department leader will be demoted and fined. Self-report and accept punishment.”
Secretary Wen answered immediately. “Yes, Commander-in-Chief.”
Chong Ming left the Yellow Dragon Clan and returned to his warship.
The moon rose. The night wind softened.
It wasn’t even late—only a little past seven.
Jiang Tea Tea was the kind of person who moved the moment she decided. She set the flyer to autopilot and started searching her lightbrain for listings on Capital Planet: who was selling mountains.
Jin Lin sat in the passenger seat and turned to her. “Senior Fellow Townsman. You saved me twice and helped me three times. I’m grateful beyond words. Buying me a mountain is too much. I can’t accept it.”
Jiang Tea Tea didn’t even look up from her lightbrain. “We’re out here in this trash place, and it’s just the two of us. I’m a great demon. You’re a little demon who was locked up for three hundred years. If I don’t look after you, who will?”
She flicked her eyes up briefly. “Don’t burden yourself. You’re a wandering demon who cultivated outside. You don’t know this, but the demon realm has a pact: demons abroad help demons abroad.”
“If the other demon isn’t some monstrous criminal, we help when we can.”
Jin Lin sighed. “Back then, I gained consciousness in the human realm and cultivated in deep mountains. Five hundred years later, I formed a human body. I met a demon like myself. It told me it came from the demon realm.”
“I was curious, so I asked about the demon realm. It told me the demon realm wasn’t a good place—only the strong survive. It said a little demon like me would be nothing but food for great demons.”
“I was terrified. I gave up any thought of going there and kept cultivating alone. When I hit a thousand years, lightning struck me and I ended up here.”
He looked at her, genuine regret in his voice. “Now that I hear you… maybe that demon misled me. If I’d gone to the demon realm, perhaps I wouldn’t have suffered these three hundred years.”
Jiang Tea Tea didn’t tell him the full truth.
His experience as a demon was nothing.
She wasn’t about to admit she’d come here so the demon realm could finally drink green tea and eat grilled snacks.
Great demons had dignity.
She cleared her throat, put on her wise-sage face, and comforted him. “Since you’re already here, settle in. Everything we experience is part of our destiny before ascension.”
Jin Lin cupped his fists, eyes shining. “Thank you, Senior. I will take your teachings to heart. Every word you say is truth.”
Jiang Tea Tea hummed like a dignified immortal. “Just keep it in mind. You’ve taken revenge and reclaimed your debts. Next, live properly. One day, you and I will return to the demon realm and find our clan members… or ascend to the heaven realm and become immortals who protect a land and receive incense and merit.”
Jin Lin looked so moved he might’ve knelt right there if he hadn’t been strapped into a flyer seat.
She really was a guiding light on his cultivation path. After three hundred years of suffering, meeting her made him feel almost… lucky.
Jiang Tea Tea selected a few mountain listings, contacted the brokers, then glanced at Jin Lin. “Alright. I’ve found several. I’ll take you to pick. Once you choose one, I’ll buy it and gift it to you.”
Jin Lin nodded hard. “Thank you, Senior!”
She drove the flyer down near a mountain and met the property broker in person.
The broker recognized her at once, face blazing with enthusiasm, and started a rapid-fire sales pitch about every advantage of the mountain…
Elsewhere, in a hotel suite, Zhong Li He stared at the Starnet chaos and clicked his tongue. “Kong Que, Kong Que. I told you. That old dragon dumped me in a hotel, didn’t ask how I was doing, didn’t even check in. Something big must’ve landed in his lap.”
He pointed at the feed. “And look—of course it did.”
Based on Jiang Tea Tea’s post and the feedback from Da Xi Nation, Zhong Li He immediately understood: Chong Ming’s empire was enormous, and where there was an enormous empire, there were always parasites.
Zhen Lin Empire had countless dragon clans. The Gold Dragon Clan’s bloodline was the rarest—and there were dragons everywhere who coveted that position.
Kong Que had read Jiang Tea Tea’s post too. He fell quiet for a moment, then spoke carefully. “Chief Executive, don’t be so quick to laugh at Commander-in-Chief Chong Ming.”
“Miss Jiang Tea Tea doesn’t seem like someone who meddles for fun. Her post looks like she’s condemning illegal research and giving victims a way to ease their pain—but in my opinion, she’s really seeking justice for the one who was harvested for flesh and scales.”
“In other words… the victim in this incident is someone Miss Jiang Tea Tea is protecting.”
He tapped the comments. “And the drug has circulated for two to three hundred years. That means the victim is over three hundred years old.”
“For Miss Jiang Tea Tea to step in for a victim over three hundred years old—then next…”
He didn’t get to finish.
A knock hit the door.
Kong Que went over, opened it, and froze.
Chong Ming stood there.
Kong Que recovered instantly and saluted. “Commander-in-Chief Chong Ming. Good evening.”
Chong Ming nodded. “Good evening. I’m here to see your Chief Executive.”
Zhong Li He strutted over, took one look at Chong Ming’s expression, and immediately knew something was wrong.
He didn’t miss the chance to stab him in the heart. “It’s night. Shouldn’t you be at home holding your mate and touching your cub? Why are you looking for me?”
Chong Ming spat out two cold words. “Fight.”