I practiced my spirituality alone in Hong Kong.

Chapter 113 Su Chichuan: "Does Xing Ning know that her best friend is stealing her boyfriend?"

A few minutes ago, in Tsim Sha Tsui, Kowloon.

The Bentley, carrying Li Chang'an and Wen Zhilan, stopped in front of the Peninsula Hotel.

The two got out of the car, and Wen Zhilan pointed to the dazzling array of cars belonging to the banquet guests outside the hotel and whispered to Li Chang'an, "That Rolls-Royce Silver Shadow is the car of Sir Keswick, the head of Jardine Matheson. The Daimler DS420 next to it, with the crown emblem on the license plate, is an official car of the Governor's House."

That Mercedes-Benz 600 Pullman belongs to Mr. Bao, the shipping tycoon; he's the only one in all of Hong Kong who ordered the extended, bulletproof version.

"Some of these cars are not luxury cars, but their license plates start with 'A' from the Hong Kong government, and most of them belong to the Chief Secretary."

Seemingly unassuming, they are actually the most untouchable force in Hong Kong, inspiring more awe than any flashy supercar.

(The Chief Secretary, also known as the Colonial Secretary, is the Governor's chief policy advisor and the chief executive officer of the Hong Kong government. He oversees all Hong Kong civil servants and, under special circumstances, can also exercise supreme administrative authority on behalf of the Governor.)

Wen Zhilan introduced the interpersonal relationships here to Li Chang'an, who was only somewhat interested and nodded occasionally.

The two chatted casually as they entered the Peninsula Hotel.

A huge crystal chandelier hangs from the high ceiling of the lobby.

The stone pillars inside the hall are arranged in rows, and a hand-woven Persian carpet is laid in the center of the floor, extending all the way to the main hall.

The curved staircase at the end.

Wen Zhilan's white beige high heels with gold soles; accompanied by a classical orchestra playing piano music; made a rhythmic clattering sound as she stepped on the crystal-clear beige marble floor.

She moved closer to Li Chang'an and began to explain the agenda for tonight's banquet: "The banquet hall is on the second floor of the Peninsula Hotel, but it will not be open to us until the Governor of Hong Kong and that European investor arrive."

"Before the formal banquet, we can take a stroll, have some cocktails or champagne, or grab a bite to eat at the buffet in the lobby."

Because the portions of food served after the banquet started were very small.

To avoid leaving guests with a lingering aftertaste, the dishes were generally bland and rather boring, just going through the motions.

"A dance will be held after the dinner."

"So, did the class monitor invite me here today because he wants me to be your date at the prom?"

"Is that not allowed?"

Wen Zhilan smiled and blinked.

Having been tricked into coming here, Li Chang'an nodded helplessly.

"I would be more than happy to dance with the class monitor."

"Hmph, I couldn't be happier! Why are you acting so aggrieved? You're not being honest with this Bodhisattva, you deserve a beating!"

As Wen Zhilan spoke, she playfully pounced on him.

"Ahem, we're still in the lobby, are you young people just fooling around here?"

A soft cough drew their attention.

Li Chang'an turned around and saw Hu Xian.

"Mr. Hu?"

Hu Xian shook her head. "From now on, you can call me Aunt Hu, just like Xiao Lan."

After all, she brought you here—which means you'll gradually integrate into the Hong Kong high society circle where Wen Zhilan lives.

However, based on Hu Xian's limited understanding of Li Chang'an, this young man was probably not interested in the ticket to the high society circle that everyone was eager to enter.

Just like how even though Li Chang'an now has a lot of money, he is still happy to stay in the old tenement building in Xihuan.

Just like never having considered moving to upscale neighborhoods in Central or Tsim Sha Tsui.

He has his own rhythm of life and won't be easily changed by outsiders.

"Hey, Aunt Hu, how's Li Chang'an doing at your place these past few days? If he's not doing a good job, you can discipline him anytime."

Hearing Wen Zhilan's teasing, Hu Xian shook her head helplessly.

"How's it going? Heh, after he took my salary, he only came to work once this morning."

This is the first time I've ever seen someone skip work so casually right in front of me!

As for disciplining him—I don't have the ability, Xiaolan, you can do it for me.

"Okay, I'll definitely teach him a lesson for you, Aunt Hu!"

"Xiao Lan, what are you chatting about? You seem so happy!"

A familiar, teasing voice rang out.

The next moment, Li Chang'an casually took a step forward, leaving Fu Zongze with an empty arm around his shoulder.

Mr. Fu was puzzled. He shouldn't have made a sound when he approached. Did Anzai have eyes in the back of his head? How could he have detected him?

"Hello, Uncle Fu."

After Wen Zhilan finished speaking, Hu Xian also greeted Mr. Fu.

Although their businesses and influence are located in Hong Kong Island and Macau respectively, the circle of wealthy Chinese in Hong Kong and Macau is only so large.

I regularly attend various cocktail parties and business meetings, so I know most of the people I need to know.

Mr. Fu looked at Li Chang'an and said, "I didn't expect that, Anzai, not long after we parted ways in Kowloon Bay that day, you've earned the title of Kowloon's racing god."

It's even more impressive than my old nickname in the industry, "King of Roller Coasters."

Li Chang'an shook his head: "People in the Hong Kong motorcycle circle are just deliberately creating a god-like image for me."

In the past few days, well-known drivers from Europe, America, and Japan have been arriving in Hong Kong one after another.

The local Hong Kong drivers are deliberately promoting me because they don't want foreign drivers to trample on them on their home turf, saying that Hong Kong doesn't even have a single famous driver.

"As for tomorrow's Hong Kong Motorcycle Race, if I ride well, the Hong Kong motorcycle community will share in the glory, and Hong Kong riders are no less capable than international riders."

I rode poorly; Li Chang'an, the Kowloon Chariot God, is all talk and no action, unworthy of his title.

In short, everyone benefits from the good work, and I'm the only one who suffers the consequences. Either way, I'm not at a disadvantage, so why don't they support me more?

Mr. Fu chuckled. "Anzai, you're quite level-headed. If someone had praised me with such a big reputation when I was your age, I would definitely have gotten carried away!"

"That's because Mr. Fu, you love motorcycles more than I do. It's only natural to become arrogant when you're praised in your own field of passion."

"Your mouth has gotten so nicer, Anzai, have you been practicing with Xiaolan every day?"

"Uncle Fu, why are you teasing me again—"

Outside the lobby, Su Chichuan looked at Li Chang'an, who was being fawned over like a star, and felt his head buzzing, as if his worldview was being reshaped.

"Mr. Fu, and Hu Xian, the owner of Tiger Balm Villa who owns a lot of important land in Hong Kong Island, what is their relationship with Li Chang'an? Why do they seem to be so close?"

"And then there's the Wen family's daughter, isn't she Xing Ning's good friend? Why is she so close to Li Chang'an—acting like a little girlfriend!"

Most importantly, how did Li Chang'an obtain the banquet qualification and enter the Peninsula Hotel?

Su Chichuan is a seasoned veteran.

Although he could tell that Wen Zhilan clearly had feelings for Li Chang'an.

However, he did not believe that Li Chang'an's ability to chat and laugh with big shots like Mr. Fu was due to living off Wen Zhilan.

Because with the vision and shrewdness of big shots like Mr. Fu and Hu Xian, it's impossible for them to consider the feelings of a junior and lower themselves to treat a junior as an equal or even take the initiative to befriend a junior!

Li Chang'an must have the confidence and weight that the two cannot ignore in order to be accepted by their circle and qualified to chat and laugh with a group of big shots.

That confidence and weight might very well be the reason why even a proud woman like Wen Zhilan could fall for him.

Su Chichuan stroked his beard and muttered, "Xing Ning has definitely been deceived. Li Chang'an certainly didn't tell her the truth."

If he really just wanted to be a minor martial arts instructor, how could he possibly have connections with big shots like Mr. Fu and President Hu? And Wen Zhilan, does Xing Ning know that her good friend is poaching her boyfriend?

"Damn it, she's supposed to be from a respectable family, how can she be so shameless!"

Although Su Chichuan had previously opposed his daughter's relationship with Li Chang'an, he couldn't help but feel angry after realizing that his daughter had been betrayed and bullied by her best friend.

"Sir, are you a guest invited to the dinner party? If not, please leave as soon as possible and don't block the door."

A doorman saw Su Chichuan leaning against the door, muttering to himself, his expression shifting between light and dark.

The doorman immediately stepped forward to drive it away.

Su Chichuan apologized repeatedly before leaving the hotel lobby. He was too preoccupied to participate in the commercial activities outside the hotel.

Su Chichuan now has only one thought.

First, go back to Xing Ning and expose the hypocrisy of Wen Zhilan, that wicked woman!

Secondly—go back and ask Xingning how things are going with Li Chang'an.

Is there still a chance for us to be together?

And maybe help him, as his father, improve himself a bit too—

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