How can I justify myself as a Magnate if I don't indulge myself?

Zhang Ailing once said that the road to a man's heart is through his stomach, and to a woman's heart is through that way.

After Lin Jiayun had completely opened her heart, Gu Heng extended their hotel stay by one more day...

For two whole days, under Gu Heng's vigorous onslaught, he had completely penetrated Lin Jiayun's carefully guarded, never-before-trodden shady path, successfully reaching into her innermost feelings...

.....

February 1st.

Which is to say, the twenty-second of the twelfth lunar month, with just four days until his childhood friend's wedding...

He had originally planned to make it back the day before the twenty-sixth of the twelfth month at best, but the speed at which the Bentley 4S shop worked was surprisingly efficient, taking less than a week to get the license plate ready, and the scratches caused by Lin Ran's rear-ending were also fully repaired, the car as good as new...

Since the car was fixed and the license plate was also ready ahead of time, Gu Heng had no desire to stay in Hang City any longer... Going home today, he could still make it in time for the twenty-fourth of the twelfth lunar month, the Little New Year...

He was eager to return, which is exactly how he felt now.

Before, every time the New Year was approaching, whether to return home or not was his most troublesome decision.

He missed home, and he wanted to go back.

After all, according to the simplest sentiments of the Chinese people, who could truly let go of the concept of "home"?

If things were going well, who wouldn't want to go back?

To put it bluntly, those who'd rather eat New Year's Eve dinner alone in the big city rather than go home were actually just like Gu Heng, simply avoiding it all...

No money earned, no girlfriend either...

Originally thinking that after being a "dog" in the big city for a year, one could relax at home for a few days, only to find that the pressure at home was even more exhausting than being a "dog" in the city...

Not only facing the incomprehension and the marriage pressure from parents, but also becoming a backdrop for others to show off their success, what was the point of going back?

But now, it was different...

Now he drove a luxury car, lived in a mansion, wore famous watches, and played with socialites.

He would be seen as a success anywhere, wouldn't he?

To be wealthy and not return home is like walking in brocade clothing at night!

Especially for someone like Gu Heng, who inherited the gene for showiness, now that he had money, not going back to flaunt it would be more painful than killing him.

...

"Mr. Gu, we have already placed all the items you instructed us to purchase for you in the car,"

After checking out, Gu Heng headed to the hotel entrance at Chen Hao's direction.

At this moment, the rear doors and the trunk were wide open...

The trunk was filled with items that were not too expensive, merely over a dozen bottles of Feitian Maozi and Wuliangye, along with twenty or thirty cartons of Jinling Jiu Wu, He Tianxia, and Huanghelou 1916, plus some health products like ginseng and deer antler.

As for Hua Zi, a product already phased out by time, Gu Heng didn't buy a single pack.

The items in the rear seats were slightly more valuable.

For example, the gold jewelry he had bought for his mother and the collectible coins for Old Gu.

Looking at the fully packed trunk and rear seats, Gu Heng nodded with satisfaction...

Adding the clothes and attire for himself and his parents that he had bought from luxury stores, he had nearly hundreds of thousands worth of goods in his car...

All these trinkets are just for showing off when I go home for the New Year... the capital for honoring my parents!

I've never flaunted wealth like this in my life!

As Gu Heng was fantasizing about the envious, jealous, and hateful expressions of his relatives and neighbors after he went home, Chen Hao's voice rang out again, "Mr. Gu, you transferred 200,000 to me before, and we've only spent more than 80,000. Here's the invoice. I'll transfer the remaining 112,000 back to you."

Upon hearing this, Gu Heng took a glance at the invoice and casually crumpled it into a ball before tossing it into a nearby trash can.

"There's no need to transfer the money back to me, just put the 110,000 into my membership card, and consider the remaining 2,000 your compensation for these past few days."

Chen Hao, the hotel manager, had really worn many hats while working for Gu Heng these past days...

Personal driver, errand boy, delivery man, he even bought Yu Ting for Lin Jiayun... As for why the Yu Ting wasn't the sperm-blocking sprite type?

Don't ask; asking means a real man is never confined!

After all, he was a manager, but he had been made to run errands like a little brother. Giving a 2,000 tip for his services was by no means outrageous.

Although Chen Hao was overjoyed internally, he still had to play his part with a proper face, "Serving you is my job, I can't accept these 2,000..."

But Gu Heng didn't entertain him, simply waved his hand and then sat down in the driver's seat.

2,000 yuan, which was once half a month's salary for him, now couldn't stir his emotions at all, no different from two yuan.

....

As the Bentley Flying Spur slowly started up, Chen Hao watched Gu Heng's departure.

Just as he was about to turn on the car stereo, suddenly remembering something, Gu Heng took out his phone and made a video call straight to his mom...

Hang City wasn't too far from his hometown Qing'an City. It was only about a four- to five-hour drive. It was just past nine in the morning now, and even if there was traffic on the highway, he should be able to make it home by dinner...

After all, it had been more than two years since he had been home. He guessed his room hadn't been tidied up. If he didn't make a phone call in advance, he might not even have a place to stay when he got back.

The call connected quickly, and his mother, Xu Hong's, somewhat aged face appeared in the middle of the screen, with the background showing the old building as old as himself.

"Mom, I'm coming home today. If there's no traffic, I should be home by the afternoon."

Seemingly stunned by Gu Heng's sudden news, Xu Hong first looked stunned, then her expression visibly shifted from indifferent to excited, and she quickly shouted into the old building, "Gu Jianguo! Come out, your son is coming back!"

Soon, a middle-aged man rushed out from the old building, running over swiftly.

"What? The son is coming back? When will he arrive?"

After that, he snatched the phone from Xu Hong's hands and started asking questions.

Watching his dad, who seemed even more excited than his mom, Gu Heng felt a sudden tremor in his heart. People always say that fathers are strict and mothers are kind, but it was the other way around at his home. The fiercer one growing up had always been his mom, Xu Hong, while his dad, Gu Jianguo... was definitely the family cook doing household chores...

It could be said he wasn't accomplished...

But he truly, like all ordinary fathers in the world, gave him what he thought was the best of everything since he was a child...

Gu Heng fought the stinging sensation in his nose and managed a toothy smile, "I should be home by tonight. Buy some more meat. I want to eat your braised pork."

"Buy! I'll go buy it now!"

Seeming to sense Gu Heng's mood, Gu Jianguo didn't say much, only nodding constantly on the phone.

After chatting casually for a few minutes and easing the mood, just as Gu Heng was about to hang up the call, his mother Xu Hong's face came back into the screen.

"Oh, son, how are you planning to come back?"

Gu Heng thought about it; he had mentioned buying a house a few days ago, and she was completely unconvinced. Now, if he said he had bought a car, he reckoned she wouldn't believe that either, so he just made up a lie, "I'm riding back with a friend's car."

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