Inheritance of Two Trillion Chapter 6 - 6 6 Troublesome Ai Wen_1

Maple View Garden served as a premium neighborhood in Tiannan City.

Garden villas represented the entry-level homes in this area, where landscapes received constant care, boasting dense foliage and flowers in constant bloom.

Straight at the community's gate, security guard Zhuzi stood rigidly, eyes fixed forward, though his mouth twitched faintly as he chatted idly with the captain.

After all, the poor lighting concealed them from view.

Famed for its affluent dwellers, this enclave saw only vehicles worth at least half a million passing through; cheaper ones got blocked outright.

Just two days on the job, Zhuzi had already learned the ropes of admitting or denying cars, all thanks to guidance from his brother-in-law, the captain.

As darkness settled, Zhuzi stifled a yawn—then spotted a bicycle veering toward the entrance.

“Stop right there!” Zhuzi surged forward to block the rider, no hesitation.

You're joking, right?

This was upscale territory!

Cars costing hundreds of thousands had to halt, yet you pedal right in?

Zhuzi advanced, only for the captain to shove him back with a foot and dash ahead, lifting the barrier with a fawning grin.

Stunned, Zhuzi watched the stunning woman bike past, her gaze flicking toward him.

That single glance set his heart racing wildly.

What a breathtaking beauty she was!

“Brother-in-law, who's that lady?” Zhuzi blurted out, staring as the bike vanished into the distance.

Some wealthy kin, maybe?

A tycoon's relative on a rickety bike?

The captain shot his brother-in-law a harsh glare and hissed, “Keep your guesses to yourself, and don't breathe a word, understand?

Mrs. Wang warned me specially about her.

I asked the same when I started and nearly lost my job.

Mrs. Wang put it bluntly: for any resident here dreaming of wedding that girl, it's pure toad craving swan's meat!”

Goodness me!

Chen Zhuzi poked out his tongue in shock.

Everyone in this place overflowed with riches, yet pursuing her was toad-lusting-after-swan territory?

She must hold immense status!

The captain brushed it off with a wave, refusing more talk.

Wei Xuelian biked directly to the community's heart.

She rolled right onto a villa's grass, secured her bicycle, and ascended via elevator to the second floor.

Stepping into the living room, Wei Xuelian let out a frustrated chuckle.

A chubby, irresistibly cute girl with lingering baby fat lounged barefoot on the couch, glued to cartoons while devouring snacks.

The room lay in chaos, like thieves had struck.

“Lu Wenqian, could you please clean up?

You're incredibly lazy,” Wei Xuelian sighed helplessly, shrugging off her jacket to hang it while grabbing scattered clothes.

“I'm actually quite diligent.

All this mess comes from my own munching,” Lu Wenqian replied cheekily.

“How'd work go?

Fun times?

I can't fathom why you'd bother.”

“It's enjoyable enough—beats dying fat,” Wei Xuelian shot back with a huff.

“Glory to workers!

You're crashing here for free eats and stays, so pitch in on chores?” Lu Wenqian countered brazenly, then smacked her brow. “Oh yeah, your cousin's concert—isn't it?

Snag me five—no, ten—prime VIP seats.

Gonna snag some hotties with 'em.”

“You rascal, how old even are you?” Wei Xuelian rolled her eyes in defeat.

“No shame in your game.”

Meanwhile, blocks away in Bar Street's swankiest private room, Ai Wen furrowed his brows during a call.

Irritation gnawed at him.

A night primed for fun soured into aggravations piling up.

First, a street punk fooled him, costing a shot at a stunning babe; now at the bar sans a sip, his dad rang.

Father's calls ranked last on his list—always lectures or orders.

“Ai Wen, you're no kid anymore.

No more fooling around.

Tomorrow, our service provider pitches their scheme; their head's my pal.

I'll meet him—you're tagging along!” Mr. Ai, Ai Wen's dad, ordered firmly, no debate.

“I've sent the proposal ahead.

Wherever you are, haul to the company now and study it.”

“Mom's spoiled you rotten.”

Listen here, if you refuse to pay attention to the business, you won't inherit a single cent when I'm gone!”

The call cut off abruptly with a click.

Ai Wen clenched his teeth, his face burning red with fury.

He needed to head home immediately, or tougher times awaited him.

“Ai Wen, I've got two bottles of wine ready.

We'll drink up later, then hit karaoke—sound good?” Xu Fang pushed open the door, entering with a beaming smile.

Ai Wen felt extreme irritation right then and had zero interest in booze.

His dad demanded he return to check papers, likely pulling an all-nighter.

The mere thought sparked a pounding headache for Ai Wen.

Earning cash just wasn't his talent; squandering it was.

The corporate jungle drained him completely, and he had no desire to dive in.

Yet despite his reluctance, departure was now essential, lest his father explode further with dire repercussions.

Silently, Ai Wen rose and strode toward the exit.

“Leaving already?” Panic gripped Xu Fang as Ai Wen brushed past without a word.

She'd poured tons of effort into setting up this hangout with him, and he'd barely stayed half an hour.

She refused to let that slide!

Ai Wen ignored her completely, marching straight for the door.

“Stay!” Xu Fang lunged to grab him, ripping his shirt sleeve with a sharp tear.

Ai Wen halted abruptly, glaring icily at the tear on his sleeve, then at Xu Fang.

Terror struck Xu Fang; the striking face before her had twisted into something savage inexplicably.

“It was an accident.” Xu Fang stammered.

“Leave me alone, got it?

We're done contacting each other from here on out.

Dad would never okay a girl like you for me!”

Ai Wen shot her no further look, kept his back turned, and slammed the door as he left.

Xu Fang froze in place, staring at the firmly shut door.

Did Ai Wen just dump her?

Impossible—she wouldn't stand for it!

Without Ai Wen locked down, Xu Fang had no plans to pursue alternatives.

Wealthy elites all mingled in the same elite world, after all.

“I refuse to give up! I'll wed into riches!” Fueled by resolve and distress, Xu Fang leaped up and dashed outside.

“Ai Wen!”

Rage boiled within Ai Wen at that instant, causing even the bar workers to steer clear of the notorious “Young Master Ai.”

“Curse these propositions—no matter your firm, you're all in for it.

I won't go easy on any of you.” A flicker of wild anger crossed Ai Wen’s features.

Ai Wen's fury made him legendary for his irrational outbursts.

Since the old man craved proof of his skills, he'd nitpick relentlessly to the finish, demonstrating his ruthless edge.

Right then, Ai Shili gripped his phone as a voice emanated from it.

“Mr.

Ai, how about tea tomorrow to start?

I'll dispatch a vice president from my firm to brief you.

By the way, you know him.”

“He’s Zhou Tiansheng.”