My Over-Powered Wealth System

As the taxi pulled up to the entrance of the Golden Hills Estate, Chén Lóng's eyes scanned the area. The neighborhood was a testament to the city's elite, with opulent mansions and manicured lawns that seemed to stretch on forever.

The taxi driver dropped him off in front of a grand villa, its gates adorned with intricate ironwork and a large, gleaming silver "Y" emblem. The Yīng family villa.

Chén Lóng stood outside the gates, his eyes fixed on the villa's imposing facade. The building itself was a masterclass in modern architecture, with sleek lines, floor-to-ceiling windows, and a rooftop garden that seemed to blend seamlessly into the surrounding landscape.

A wave of nostalgia washed over Chén Lóng as he gazed at the villa. He had spent countless happy moments within those walls, laughing and loving with his wife, Lî Yīng.

But now, as he stood outside the gates, he felt a sense of trepidation. He knew that his arrival would not be met with warmth and welcome. The Yīng family had never approved of him, and his marriage to Yīng had been a source of tension between them.

He clenched his fists but despite their evident disdain for him he still used his business degree to help them grow their small manufacturing company into one of the biggest and most profitable in the entire city of nihang and his did they repay him, but constantly abusing him and encouraging his wife to cheat on him.

Still, Chén Lóng steeled himself and pressed the intercom button. A crisp, disembodied voice answered, "Yīng residence. Who is this?

Chén Lóng took a deep breath before responding, "It's Chén Lóng. I need to speak with Lǐ Yīng."

The voice on the intercom paused, and for a moment, Chén Lóng wondered if he'd been disconnected. But then, the voice spoke up again, its tone firm but polite.

"I'm afraid that's not possible, Mr. Chén. The master of the house has explicitly forbidden you from entering the premises."

Chén Lóng's grip on the intercom tightened. "I don't care about the master of the house," he said, his voice firm. "I need to speak with my wife, Lǐ Yīng. It's urgent."

There was another pause, and Chén Lóng could sense the hesitation on the other end of the line. But then, the voice spoke up again.

"I'm afraid that's not possible, Mr. Chén. You'll have to leave."

Chén Lóng's eyes narrowed. He wasn't going to give up that easily. "I'm not leaving until I speak with Lǐ Yīng," he said, his voice firm. "Tell her it's about her mother in law."

There was a pause, and for a moment, Chén Lóng wondered if he'd overplayed his hand. But then, the voice spoke up again, its tone slightly softer.

"Wait here, Mr. Chén. I'll need to check with Mrs. Lǐ."

Chén Lóng's heart skipped a beat as he waited, his eyes fixed on the gates. He knew he was taking a risk by coming here, but he had no other choice. He had to see Lǐ Yīng.

Soon the gates slowly creaked open, and two imposing security guards stepped out, their eyes fixed on Chén Lóng. They were dressed in crisp black uniforms, their faces stern and unyielding.

"Follow us, Mr. Chén," one of the guards growled, his voice firm but polite.

Chén Lóng nodded, his heart pounding in his chest. He fell into step behind the guards, his eyes fixed on the villa's imposing facade.

As they walked, the guards flanked him, their presence both protective and intimidating. Chén Lóng felt a shiver run down his spine, but he refused to back down.

He was here to see Lǐ Yīng, no matter what.

The guards led him to the villa's front door, which swung open to reveal a cavernous foyer. Chén Lóng's eyes adjusted slowly to the bright lighting, and he saw a figure standing in the shadows, watching him.

Lǐ Yīng.

Lǐ Yīng stood with her arms crossed, her eyes narrowed in impatience. She was a stunning beauty, the kind of woman who made men fall over themselves to please her. Her raven-black hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall of night, and her porcelain skin glowed with a soft, ethereal light.

She wore a plush bathrobe, cinched at the waist, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of smooth skin beneath. Her full lips were pursed in a petulant pout, and her eyes flashed with annoyance.

"What are you doing here, Chén Lóng?" she demanded, her voice sultry and confident. "I thought we agreed to keep our distance from one another."

Chén Lóng felt a familiar flutter in his chest as he gazed at his wife. He had always been drawn to her fiery spirit and captivating beauty. But now, he pushed aside his emotions and focused on the reason he had come.

"Lǐ Yīng, I need to talk to you," he said, his voice firm. "It's about your mother in law.". H

Lǐ Yīng raised an eyebrow, her expression skeptical. "What do you want, Chén Lóng go on speak up I haven't gotten all day" she asked, her voice dripping with disdain.

Chén Lóng took a deep breath and launched into his explanation. "my mothers is in the hospital, Lǐ Yīng. She needs an operation, but I don't have the money to pay for it. That's why I've come to you. I know we haven't been on good terms lately, but I'm begging you, please help me."

Lǐ Yīng crossed her arms, her eyes flashing with annoyance. "Why should I care?" she asked, her voice cold. "You."

Chén Lóng's face twisted in frustration. "Li Yīng please she's dying I know we've had our differences in the past before but my mother is innocent in all this if you help me I promise you'll l never see me aga"

But before he could finish, a smooth, melodious voice interrupted him. "Ah, darling, I see we have a guest," the voice said.

Chén Lóng's eyes flicked to the speaker, and his gut twisted with a mix of surprise and unease. A handsome man, dressed in a luxurious bathrobe, stood in the doorway, a glass of champagne in each hand. His eyes locked onto Chén Lóng, and a sly smile spread across his face.

Rén Jiàn handed Lǐ Yīng a glass of champagne, his eyes never leaving Chén Lóng's face. Lǐ Yīng took the glass, her fingers brushing against Rén Jiàn's, and smiled up at him.

"To new beginnings," Rén Jiàn said, his voice low and smooth, "and to leaving the past behind."

Lǐ Yīng's eyes sparkled as she raised her glass in a toast. "Indeed," she said, her voice dripping with sophistication. "Some people are just meant to be left in the dust."

Chén Lóng's face twisted in anger, but he bit back his retort. He knew that engaging with Lǐ Yīng and Rén Jiàn would only lead to more humiliation.

Lǐ Yīng, however, was just getting started. She smiled at Rén Jiàn, her eyes shining with adoration. "My lover is a brilliant businessman," she boasted. "He's made over 500 hundred million yuan in the stock market, and he's only 30 years old."

Rén Jiàn chuckled, his eyes gleaming with pride. "Modesty becomes you, my dear," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Lǐ Yīng laughed, a throaty, seductive sound. "I'm just stating facts," she said, her eyes flashing with triumph. "After all, someone as successful and charming as Rén Jiàn deserves to be recognized."

Chén Lóng's eyes narrowed, his anger simmering just below the surface. He knew that Lǐ Yīng was trying to provoke him, to make him feel inferior to Rén Jiàn. But he refused to rise to the bait.

Rén Jiàn leaned in, his lips brushing against Lǐ Yīng's. She smiled, her eyes sparkling with amusement, as they shared a brief, intimate kiss.

Lǐ Yīng pulled back, her eyes never leaving Chén Lóng's face. She reached for a small, elegant card on the nearby table and held it up.

"This card has 8 million yuan on it," she said, her voice husky. "But before I give it to you, I want you to do something for me first."

Chén Lóng's eyes narrowed, his mind racing with suspicion. "What do you want me to do?" he asked, his voice cautious.

Lǐ Yīng's smile grew wider, her eyes glinting with malice. "I want you to kowtow and bark like a dog," she said, her voice dripping with contempt.

Rén Jiàn chuckled, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Yes, do it," he urged, his voice mocking. "Show us how desperate you are."

Chén Lóng's face burned with anger and humiliation, but he knew he had no choice. He had to swallow his pride and do as Lǐ Yīng asked, no matter how degrading it was.

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Chén Lóng's eyes widened in outrage. "You can't be serious," he spat, his voice venomous. "I'll never kowtow and bark like a dog for you."

Lǐ Yīng's smile never wavered. "Oh, I'm perfectly serious," she said, her voice dripping with malice. "And it seems to me that you're not as desperate to save your mother as you claim to be."

Chén Lóng's face twisted in anger. "That's not true," he growled. "I'll do anything to save my mother."

Lǐ Yīng raised an eyebrow. "Anything?" she repeated, her voice skeptical. "We'll see about that."

Rén Jiàn stepped forward, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Come now, Chén Lóng," he said, his voice mocking. "Don't be shy. Show us what you're willing to do to save your mother."

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Lǐ Yīng's eyes flashed with triumph. "Now, get out," she spat, her voice dripping with disdain. "Take your 8 million yuan and don't ever come back here again."

Rén Jiàn handed her the card, and she tossed it at Chén Lóng's feet. "Don't bother thanking me," she said, her voice cold. "You're not worthy of my charity."

Chén Lóng slowly got to his feet, his eyes fixed on the card. He knew he had to swallow his pride and take the money, no matter how humiliating it was.

As he turned to leave, Lǐ Yīng's voice stopped him. "And Chén Lóng?" she said, her voice dripping with malice.

He turned back to face her, his eyes narrowed. "What?" he growled.

Lǐ Yīng's smile was like a knife to his soul. "Don't think this means you're forgiven," she said, her voice cold. "You're still nothing but a worthless, insignificant insect to me."

Chén Lóng's face twisted in anger, but he knew he had to keep his cool. He took a deep breath, turned on his heel, and walked away, leaving Lǐ Yīng and Rén Jiàn to their twisted games behind.

As Chén Lóng walked away, Rén Jiàn turned to Lǐ Yīng with a questioning gaze. "Do you want him gone forever?" he asked, his voice low and husky.

Lǐ Yīng's expression softened, and she shook her head. "No," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Despite everything, he's still my husband. And he did help my family when we needed it most."

Rén Jiàn's face clouded with a bothered expression, and Lǐ Yīng quickly kissed him, reassuring him. "Don't worry, my love," she whispered. "I'll take care of everything."

With one last glance at Rén Jiàn, Lǐ Yīng departed, leaving him alone in the grand foyer.

Rén Jiàn's expression darkened as he pulled out his phone and dialled a number. "Take care of Chén Lóng," he growled into the phone. "Make it look like a tragic accident."

He paused, a cold smile spreading across his face. "And make sure he suffers."

With that, Rén Jiàn ended the call and slipped his phone back into his pocket. He glanced around the foyer, his eyes lingering on the opulatant decorations.

"Some dogs are better off on a leash," he muttered to himself, his voice dripping with disdain. "Or in this case, six feet under.

Chén Lóng had long walked away from the villa, the 8 million yuan card clutched tightly in his hand. He couldn't believe what had just transpired, but he pushed the humiliating memories aside and focused on the future.

First things first, he needed to pay his mother's hospital bill. He made his way to the hospital, the card burning a hole in his pocket. After settling the bill, he felt a weight lift off his shoulders.

Next, he decided to treat himself to a snack. He spotted a dumpling vendor and his stomach growled with hunger. He bought a few dumplings and thanked the vendor profusely.

"Xièxiè, xièxiè!" he said, bowing his head in gratitude. "These smell amazing!"

The vendor smiled and patted him on the back. "Enjoy, young man! You deserve it."

Chén Lóng took a bite of the dumpling, and the flavors danced on his tongue. He closed his eyes, savoring the moment.

As he walked along a bridge, munching on his dumplings, he felt a sense of hope that he hadn't felt in years. With the money Lǐ Yīng had given him, he could finally achieve his dreams.

He thought about opening his own company, creating jobs, and making a name for himself. The possibilities seemed endless.

Just as he was lost in thought, a blinding light enveloped him. He raised his hand to shield his eyes, momentarily disoriented.

The next thing he knew, he was flying through the air, his dumplings scattered everywhere. He tried to cry out, but his voice was cut short as he sailed over the railing and plummeted into the gorge below.

Time seemed to slow down as Chén Lóng fell, his thoughts racing with fear and panic.

Meanwhile, a van screeched to a halt on the bridge. A man stepped out, his face expressionless as he gazed down into the gorge.

He took out his phone and dialed a number. "It's done," he said, his voice devoid of emotion.

Rén Jiàn's voice was audible on the other end of the line. "Good," he said. "I'll take care of the rest."

The man nodded, even though Rén Jiàn couldn't see him. "Understood."

With that, he hung up, got back into his van, and drove away, leaving Chén Lóng's broken body in the gorge below.