Chapter 103: Traces of the Sacred Ruins, The Excited Young Lady

The firearms training was over in just two days. However, Song Kai didn’t want it to last any longer—he felt there was no need.

On the afternoon of the second day, Song Kai drove back to his apartment complex. On the way, he refueled his car with three hundred yuan worth of gasoline, leaving him with just over a hundred yuan in cash.

He sighed, parked the car, and then went to a nearby mobile phone shop where he spent sixty yuan to buy a knockoff Nokia phone designed for the elderly. After purchasing the phone, he went to the local telecom office to top up a SIM card. Once everything was set up, Song Kai immediately called Xu Ling.

“Wifey, did you try calling me earlier?” Song Kai asked.

There was a hint of confusion on the other end. “No, why?”

“Ah, nothing. My phone had some issues before. Oh, I miss you. Will you treat me to dinner sometime?” Song Kai said.

“No time now, but I’ll be free in a week,” Xu Ling replied.

“That long...” Song Kai said with a hint of disappointment.

“Mmhmm. In a week, do you have time to come with me to Haval to attend a bachelor’s degree defense? I’ll get my diploma there. It’ll take about four days,” Xu Ling explained.

Upon hearing this, Song Kai eagerly rubbed his hands together. “Of course, I have time, I must have time!”

“Alright then, it’s settled. Song Kai, thank you,” Xu Ling said before hanging up.

Song Kai chuckled as he left the telecom office, feeling that this was a golden opportunity—a four-day overseas trip for two. He had to seize the chance and win over his wife... Wait a moment.

Just as Song Kai was daydreaming, he paused suddenly.

Ahead stood an old man in a trench coat and sunglasses, looking like a wealthy figure.

But wasn’t that the foul Taoist from Shengxu?

Shengxu? Ding Zhe? The Dark Web Mercenary Group?

Song Kai’s senses immediately heightened. Why was this old Taoist here? Where was he headed?

The man from Shengxu, still wearing sunglasses, got into a Land Rover parked by the roadside and sped away.

Song Kai didn’t dare be careless. He quickly hailed a taxi.

“Driver, see that Land Rover? Follow it,” Song Kai instructed urgently.

The taxi driver glanced back with suspicion. “Hey buddy, this isn’t a movie set. Stalking people is illegal!”

“Illegal my foot! That old bastard cuckolded me, and that’s not illegal, huh?” Song Kai snapped, displaying his flair for drama.

“Wait, what do you mean?” The driver was utterly baffled.

“How else to put it? That old guy must be on a date with my woman! So, are you driving or not?” Song Kai shouted.

“Alright, alright! I’m going!” The taxi driver slammed on the accelerator, giving Song Kai a jolt.

The taxi shifted into fourth gear with a series of rapid clicks, weaving left and right as it caught up to the Land Rover.

“Look, brother, as men, we all go through these tests. I’ve been through it. Trust me, you just have to endure it. Endure and it’ll pass,” the driver said nonstop as he drove.

Song Kai turned to look at the chubby driver, sensing that the man wasn’t really comforting him but rather himself. He seemed to have firsthand experience with being cuckolded. That was... kind of tragic.

The driver cast a glance at Song Kai and said, “Don’t look at me like that. When I first found out my woman cheated on me, I was furious. I panicked and started trading stocks. I thought, if I can’t win in love, I’ll win in the market. And, boy, my three million yuan shot up to nine million. I thought, once I hit ten million, I’d quit and dump that cheating woman. I’d find some fresh college girl instead. But then, the stocks went green—greener than the hat on my head... sob, sob...” The driver’s tears flowed freely.

Song Kai realized this guy had the double misfortune of both being cuckolded and losing money in stocks. He hurriedly tried to comfort him, afraid they’d lose sight of the Land Rover.

The driver sniffled, “You think I’m lucky? I used to cruise around in an Audi A6, now I’m stuck driving a cheap economy car.”

“Yeah, yeah, that’s rough,” Song Kai muttered, regretting making up the cuckold story—it had backfired and now he had to console this driver.

The driver cried a couple more times but thankfully still managed to keep up with the Taoist from Shengxu.

He continued to advise Song Kai, “See, brother, after being cuckolded, you mustn’t act impulsively. One wrong step and it becomes a lifelong regret. I’m a cautionary tale! Now I drive a green taxi, buy green stocks, watch green lights, eat green veggies... my whole life has turned green.”

Song Kai fell silent. That was a truly miserable existence, and he had nothing to say.

After about ten minutes, the Land Rover finally stopped in front of a clubhouse in Tengyun City.

Song Kai checked the sign: Longquan Clubhouse.

“Ah, brother, my condolences. This place is high-end. Your wife... well, you’re not getting her back,” the driver remarked. “Back when I was flush, I came here once. The minimum spend for a night was 5,888 yuan. Honestly, it hurt my wallet. And the girls here? You can only touch them, nothing more,” the driver muttered with a grimace.

“5,888? That much?” Song Kai was stunned.

The driver nodded, then gave Song Kai a heavy pat on the shoulder. “That’s why, man, money’s the most important thing! When the stock market bounces back, I’m diving back in. Then I’ll bring you here.”

Song Kai ignored the driver’s words. He barely had enough money for the fare. “Uh, about the fare, I might have to—”

“No worries, brother, my condolences,” the driver interrupted, clearly sympathizing with him.

Song Kai jumped out of the taxi, and under the cover of night, watched as the Taoist from Shengxu drove into the underground garage and presumably entered through an internal passage.

Song Kai frowned. This was tricky. The prices inside were sky-high; if he just walked in, he’d probably be thrown out immediately.

More importantly, he couldn’t just barge in. The Taoist’s martial skills were likely on a higher level than his own. One misstep and Song Kai might end up dead.

He looked around.

A sleek black Lamborghini was parked by the roadside.

Not far off, a woman in an ultra-short, tight, backless, low-cut dress, carrying a pink handbag, was about to enter the Longquan Clubhouse.

Song Kai’s eyes lit up—he already had an idea.

He quickly walked over to the Lamborghini, stood next to the driver’s side, and stretched as if he had just stepped out of the car.

“Hey! Beautiful!” Song Kai called to the woman in the short dress.

She turned her head and saw the Lamborghini beside Song Kai. Her eyes brightened instantly, and her voice became coy and flirtatious. “Oh, big brother, you’re here to play?”

Song Kai nodded, cracked his neck as if suffering from neck pain, stretched lazily, patted the car casually, then waved at her. “Lan Cao, right? I remember you. I saw you that night—you sang really well.”

“Oh, big brother, I’m called Xiang Xiang now!” she said, stepping closer.

Xiang Xiang looked Song Kai up and down, noticing his wrinkled sportswear. She paused, then thought, wealthy second-generation kids all liked wearing these kinds of no-brand clothes. She couldn’t say why, but maybe they were handmade in Italy and expensive!

Xiang Xiang naturally hooked her arm through Song Kai’s. “Bro, long time no see. Come on, treat me tonight.”

“Of course, I came looking for you,” Song Kai said, placing his hand on Xiang Xiang’s hip.

“You’re so naughty!” she teased, holding onto his waist as they walked toward the clubhouse.

Xiang Xiang was quite attractive. The place was upscale, so girls who worked here had to have either looks or some kind of capital.

As Song Kai held her close and walked inside, he just happened to see the Taoist from Shengxu coming up a staircase.

The Longquan Clubhouse was very high-end but only three and a half floors tall. The area was large, but the number of floors was limited, so there was only one service elevator.

The Taoist went up to the first floor, then continued to the second.

Song Kai, holding Xiang Xiang, followed him upstairs.

The first floor was noisy, filled with wailing karaoke voices and various quarrels.

Several waitstaff saw Song Kai holding Xiang Xiang and bowed respectfully. They didn’t ask questions—Xiang Xiang was a regular employee here, and the clients she brought were familiar.

Song Kai pulled Xiang Xiang toward the second floor. Her face instantly brightened, looking even more pleased and flattering.

“Bro, you’re so generous! Xiang Xiang will let you touch me,” she said, pulling his hand toward her own backside.

Song Kai was clueless about what was going on, but Xiang Xiang understood perfectly well. The minimum spend for a private room on the first floor was 5,888 yuan; on the second floor, it was 8,888 yuan.

She hadn’t expected Song Kai to take her straight to the second floor, and alone at that. Tonight’s earnings would be huge! Even after splitting with the clubhouse and deducting drink costs, she would make at least two thousand yuan!

Xiang Xiang was thrilled, but Song Kai had no idea why she was so excited.

When they reached the second floor, they saw the Taoist from Shengxu heading up to the third floor.

Without hesitation, Song Kai pulled Xiang Xiang along toward the third floor.

Xiang Xiang was momentarily stunned, then suddenly wrapped her arms around Song Kai’s neck and kissed him on the cheek. “Bro, you’re so generous! How about you keep me as your mistress from now on?” she whispered.