Movie variety show soul travels between two worlds to become a rich man

Chapter 432 The one who returns may not be a king, and the goddess may not be truly perfect!

After dinner, Gao Dongxu and Mi Xue strolled hand in hand through the mall, buying bags, shoes, clothes, playing claw machines, and eating ice cream.

It wasn't until after nine o'clock that the two drove home.

Night fell like thick ink, shrouding the dilapidated neighborhood in a damp, cold darkness. The dim yellow light from the streetlights was fragmented by the drizzle, dappling the uneven concrete pavement.

Wu Jiang's tall figure stood in front of Building No. 3, the hem of his black coat lifted by the night wind, revealing his uneven legs.

He slowly raised his head, his gaze slicing across the six-story old building like a blade. The mottled walls, etched by rain, resembled the wrinkles on an old man's face; the scattered lights behind the security bars flickered like the pupils of a trapped beast. The window on the right side of the fourth floor was pitch black, the curtains motionless, like a silent mouth.

A familiar stinging pain shot through his right leg, and Wu Jiang's temples throbbed. The stench of blood from that night at the Bangkok dock warehouse seemed to fill his nostrils again—the crisp sound of a bullet shattering a kneecap, the screams of his comrades, the salty sea breeze mingling with the smell of blood. He pressed his knee with his knuckles; the metal brace clicked softly beneath his clothes.

Fifteen years of underground boxing career not only resulted in this crippled leg, but also a group of brothers who could entrust their backs to him.

The trash can at the entrance of the building was overturned, and several stray cats were watching the uninvited guest warily. Wu Jiang dragged his right leg forward, the support frame screeching against the concrete floor.

He remembered that stormy night when he was thirteen, his drunken father whipping him with a belt as he dragged him onto a truck bound for Chiang Mai. Back then, his legs could break three sandbags in a row in the ring, but now he had to hold onto a rusty railing to climb the stairs.

The motion-activated lights turned on with his footsteps, illuminating the layers of small advertisements on the wall: drain cleaning, document processing, lock picking...

It took Wu Jiang half a year to finally find this address. By the time he reached the fourth floor, cold sweat had beaded on his forehead, and a burning pain shot through his right knee.

The paint on the door of apartment 402 was peeling badly. Wu Jiang suddenly found himself trembling, his calloused palms glistening with sticky sweat. His younger sister's innocent face and silvery laughter suddenly became clear in his memory—six-year-old Xiao Wei always clung to his clothes, begging him to take her to the street corner to buy cotton candy. That child should be a college graduate by now, right? Has his mother's hair turned even whiter?

"Dangdangdang——"

Three knocks on the door echoed like thunder in the silent hallway. Wu Jiang pressed his ear against the cold door, but could only hear his own heart pounding. When he peered through the crack in the door...
He knocked three more times, each time harder than the last. Silence remained inside.

"Nobody here?" Wu Jiang muttered to himself, his voice hoarse like sandpaper scraping. He bent down and peered through the crack in the door—it was pitch black.

Wu Jiang frowned, turned around and glanced at apartment 401 behind him. He hesitated for a moment, then decided not to ask the residents across the street. It was too late, and the residents across the street would instinctively become wary. He decided to come during the day.

Thinking of this, he dragged his crippled leg downstairs and came to a black SUV parked by the roadside. He opened the car door and got in.

"What's wrong, Brother Wu?" A bald man with dark skin, a strong build, and sharp, fierce eyes asked in broken Mandarin, sitting in the passenger seat.

"No one's home. I don't know if they've moved again or haven't come back..." Wu Jiang said with a worried expression.

"Brother Wu, don't worry. Come over tomorrow morning and ask the neighbors. If that doesn't work, try contacting the street office; they should have a contact number there," a young man in the driver's seat said to Wu Jiang.

"Well, that's the only way. Let's go back to the hotel." Wu Jiang nodded, glanced at the unlit fourth floor through the car window, and said to the driver.

"...A few days ago, my mom called and pressured me to bring a boyfriend home this year. I told her I already had a boyfriend, but she wouldn't believe me. So, I sent her a picture of the two of us together..."

In the bedroom, where the temperature was 27 or 28 degrees Celsius, Gao Dongxu shamelessly displayed his perfect body, which was like a marble sculpture, as he lay on the bed, texting other women on his phone.

Hearing Michelle's words as she came out of the bathroom, he locked his phone, put it down, looked up at Michelle who looked like a lotus emerging from water, and smiled, "Was your mother satisfied after seeing it?"

"Yes, I'm very satisfied with your height and appearance. However, after I told her that you're my company's boss and a wealthy person, she started rambling on and on about how insecure she was..."

With her rosy skin, Michelle dried herself off with a towel and smiled at Gao Dongxu, teasing him. Her pink satin halter dress, with its close-fitting cut, showed off her graceful figure and revealed her beautiful collarbone.

The dress's form-fitting design perfectly accentuates the body's curves, gleaming softly under the light and exuding feminine charm.

Two thin shoulder straps hung on her snow-white shoulders, as if they might be blown off by the wind at any moment, arousing a strong urge to peek inside.

Especially the conscience, which had been imprisoned for a whole day, was finally freed.

She is absolutely stunning!

Gazing at Michelle's stunning beauty, Gao Dongxu couldn't help but sigh. To be honest, Michelle truly deserved the praise of being an absolute beauty. She was captivating, endlessly alluring, and utterly irresistible. The incandescent light, like a piece of honey, gently caressed her snow-white skin, making it appear even more delicate and fair, giving her a languid and ethereal air.

Her charming face was lightly made up, with a subtle blush. Her eyebrows were perfectly defined, and her eyelashes were thick, long, and curled. Her every move exuded tenderness and charm. Her rosy cheeks were adorned with a smile, and her fox-like eyes were full of allure.

"My mom told me to be careful and not to be fooled by you..." Mi Xue smiled and wrapped her two smooth, white arms around Gao Dongxu's neck like snakes. Looking at Mi Xue's beautiful face, which was small and delicate, and her specially painted bright red lips, Gao Dongxu smiled, put his arms around her waist, gently stroked her back, and raised an eyebrow, saying, "Didn't you tell your mom that even if you were fooled, you would be willing to do it?"

"Pah—narcissist—" Michelle spat coquettishly, her eyes filled with seductive charm as she gazed deeply into Gao Dongxu's eyes.

Gao Dongxu smiled, cupped her beautiful face in his hands, and pressed his lips down to kiss her passionately.

After a long while, their lips parted, Michelle's pretty face flushed, her head lowered and her eyes alluring, looking down at Gao Dongxu, her fingers intertwined with his, like a young girl, playful yet shy.

Those bright, expressive eyes are full of emotion; they can be innocent, charming, sexy, or alluring, while their fiery red lips are simply stunning.

The next morning, in the cold wind, at a roadside breakfast stall full of lively atmosphere, Michelle's fair and delicate face was flushed red from the cold. She was wearing a loose white woolen dress, which made her look lazy and casual, yet also exuded the charming and coquettishness of a young woman.

With her hair styled in a fluffy bun, she looked youthful and adorable. She gazed at Gao Dongxu, who was eating tofu pudding, with a doting yet helpless look, while rubbing her shivering, fair legs. Ignoring the admiring stares of the men around her, she said coquettishly, "Do I really have to have this one bite?!"

"Hmm, I absolutely have to eat this—" Gao Dongxu said with a smile while drinking his tofu pudding, "Go to that braised pork offal stall and buy me a serving—"

Michelle made an adorable face as if she couldn't stand the smell, obediently got up, and walked towards the braised pork shop under the stares of many people.

Watching Michelle's retreating figure, Gao Dongxu smiled slightly and continued eating.

Half an hour later, Gao Dongxu, having eaten and drunk his fill, lit a cigarette with satisfaction and looked at Mi Xue, who had also put down her chopsticks, and said with a smile, "Get in the car and leave after you finish eating."

"Hmm, it's too cold, I won't embarrass myself here with you—" Michelle wiped her red lips with a tissue, took out a small mirror and lipstick, quickly touched up her makeup, stood up, and amidst the envious gazes of countless passersby, bent down and kissed Gao Dongxu before quickly getting out of the car parked on the side of the road. After getting in, she started the car, rolled down the window, waved sweetly at Gao Dongxu, and drove away.

Gao Dongxu smiled and said to the breakfast vendor, "Boss, give me four steamed buns, a bowl of tofu pudding, and a bowl of eight-treasure porridge... to go."

"Okay, wait a moment—"

After finishing his cigarette and paying the bill, Gao Dongxu got up, picked up his breakfast, got into his Maybach, and drove away.

"Click——"

Gao Dongxu gently opened the door to Tianyou's house. The house was quiet. He gently closed the door and quietly placed the breakfast on the table. He looked at the messy living room sofa, with socks and boots carelessly thrown on the floor.

goddess?

Haha, they're all all glamorous on the surface, but in private they're just as unkempt, just as prone to farting in bed, just as sweaty as they are, and just as stinky as they are when they poop.

As the man behind many goddesses, he knows all too well their lazy and sloppy side.

Taking off his coat and leaving the chill he brought in in the living room, Gao Dongxu tiptoed into the bedroom, stood by the bed, and admired the sleeping posture of Tianyou, the pop star.

The thick curtains blocked out most of the sunlight, with only a ray shining through the gaps to keep the room from being completely dark.

The pearl-white silk slip dress slipped down to her shoulders, revealing a shoulder line as smooth as fresh snow, with two slender ribbons curving lazily at her collarbone. Tianyou lay on her side in a ball-like position, her knees resting on the lace-trimmed hem of the dress, her curled fingers still loosely clutching the feather pillow that had already slipped away.

The air conditioner was kicked to the foot of the bed, piling up like a cloud. The hem of her nightgown was rolled up in wave-like folds, and her slender, snow-white legs were slightly curled up. Her fluffy long hair spread like seaweed across the down pillow, and drool stuck to the strands of hair on her fair cheeks. Some messy strands of hair trembled gently with her breath.

Gao Dongxu quickly took off his clothes and lay down on the bed. Tianyou, who was fast asleep, was startled awake. He was about to scream in terror when Gao Dongxu hugged him. "It's me—"

"You bastard, you scared me to death—" Tianyou, his exclamation cut short, his face flushed and still shaken, gritted his teeth and began to punch Gao Dongxu, who was grinning mischievously.

Soon, the beating turned into a brawl. Gao Dongxu, who began to fight back, showed no mercy and was like an animal. Tianyou was beaten and screamed in agony.

(End of this chapter)