Chapter 111 - 110 Fifty Million Pocket Money

Chapter 111: Chapter 110 Fifty Million Pocket Money ... The head of security turned pale as he heard this, beads of cold sweat rolling down his face. With a thud, he dropped to his knees and pleaded desperately, "Young Master Tang, you have a magnanimous heart. Please spare me this time... My family depends on me—an eighty-year-old mother at home, and a baby who isn’t even a year old yet. We all survive on this job of mine..." The security head at the Han Tang Pavilion Hotel enjoys decent benefits—food, lodging, a monthly salary of five to six thousand yuan, plus insurance and welfare, almost rivaling a civil servant’s perks. Losing this job and trying to find another one would be very difficult. Tang Wenjun wasn’t an unfeeling boss. Hearing the security head plead like this, he hesitated and glanced toward Yan Xiaobao. "Brother Bao, what do you think..." "He didn’t insult my Wife Tiantian. It’s up to you," Yan Xiaobao pointed at the two other women. "But they insulted my Wife Tiantian. You handle them as you see fit." "Understood." Tang Wenjun immediately fired the head waitress and the sharp-tongued server on the spot, while docking the security head’s bonus for three months. The head waitress and the server tried pleading like the security head, but Tang Wenjun wasn’t about to show the same kindness this time. He knew very well that Yan Xiaobao’s wives were his reverse scale—they must not be crossed at any cost. "You blind fools! Brother Bao’s wife is my Saozi. And you dare to insult my Saozi? Have the audacity to plead with me?" Tang Wenjun chastised them harshly, "Get out of here, now!" But to solve the root of the problem, the two women knew begging Tang Wenjun wouldn’t work. They immediately groveled before Tiantian, tearfully apologizing and hoping she’d intercede. Tiantian couldn’t bear their pitiful apologies, her heart softened. She turned to Yan Xiaobao and said, "Um... let’s just forget it. They only said a few nasty things, no need to ruin their livelihood..." "Since Saozi is pleading on your behalf, you get to stay—for now. But I’m docking your bonuses for three months. Now get lost!" Tang Wenjun drove them away and then personally apologized to Tiantian, "Saozi, I’m truly sorry for the grievances you suffered." "Ah? Me? I-I’m fine, it’s no big deal..." Tiantian was utterly flabbergasted. Young Master Tang apologizing personally? She could barely process it, her words stumbling incoherently. "Brother Bao, let’s go eat," Tang Wenjun invited. "I’ve already prepared food and drinks, both to calm Sister-in-Law Tiantian and to formally get acquainted." Yan Xiaobao and Tiantian had already eaten earlier, but since Tang Wenjun was so persistent, they reluctantly followed him to a private dining room for another round. Watching Tiantian disappear down the hallway with Yan Xiaobao and Tang Wenjun, the recently punished group couldn’t help but sigh collectively. The security head murmured with a bitter expression, "Ugh! What a day, pissing off Young Master Tang. I might as well kiss any future promotions and pay raises goodbye..." "At least you’ve still got your job..." The head waitress slumped like a deflated eggplant. "Who would’ve thought Tiantian, that bitc—" The sharp-faced server suddenly clapped a hand to her mouth and corrected herself, "—Tiantian would soar like a Phoenix out of nowhere..." "Look at her looks, figure, temperament. She was never destined to be just a server," the security head shot the server a displeased glance. "If you don’t measure up, accept it. Stop digging yourself—and others—into trouble!" ... Meanwhile, in the private dining room of the restaurant, Tang Wenjun was being exceedingly attentive to Tiantian. He kept offering wine, leaving her astonished and feeling like she was dreaming. Once unattainable Young Master Tang, now calling her "Saozi" and treating her so obligingly... Such scenes? She’d never even dared imagine before... Of course, Tiantian understood all of Tang Wenjun’s humility and hospitality were entirely because of Yan Xiaobao. Without Yan Xiaobao, it wouldn’t matter how beautiful she was—at most, Tang Wenjun might have tried getting her into bed for fun, not treated her with this level of respect. Yan Xiaobao... who exactly is this man... Tiantian glanced at Yan Xiaobao curiously while he maintained an utterly unreserved demeanor towards Tang Wenjun, as though Tang Wenjun truly were just his lackey. "Brother Bao, after we finish eating, should we go browse around? Maybe hunt for treasure?" Tang Wenjun asked while pouring wine. "Yesterday I got a pair of Fish Tokens and a set of Eight Trigrams Coins. Such opportunities don’t come every day." Yan Xiaobao drank his wine and looked at Tiantian, grinning. "Besides, today I plan to spend quality time with Wife Tiantian." Tang Wenjun nodded in agreement—true, treasures aren’t everyday finds. Besides, he had plenty of business to attend to today. "Alright then, Brother Bao, take your time with Saozi today. I won’t tag along and be the third wheel." Tang Wenjun thought for a moment, took out his checkbook, signed a fifty-million-yuan check, and handed it to Yan Xiaobao. "Brother Bao, consider this as a deposit—please accept it." "Oh." Yan Xiaobao nonchalantly took the check and handed it to Tiantian. "Wife Tiantian, you keep it for now. Let me know when it’s spent." "..." Tiantian, dumbstruck by the fifty-million-yuan "deposit," was completely floored. If Yan Xiaobao handed her five thousand yuan—or even fifty thousand—saying "let me know when it’s spent," she’d take it as normal. Keeping a mistress, handing out pocket money—that’s reasonable, right? But... fifty million? Seriously? Out of billions in the country, how many can claim to spend fifty million in their lifetime? Maybe one in ten thousand at best? Didn’t he say this morning, "I don’t have much money right now"? And now his casual gesture involves fifty million? If this is "not much money," what exactly does "a lot" even mean? Tiantian stared blankly at the check Yan Xiaobao handed her, the long string of zeros swimming before her eyes, dazed for half a minute without reacting. Tang Wenjun, equally stunned, couldn’t believe it either. As a privileged heir to a wealthy family, his lavish means were nothing short of extravagant when pursuing women. But someone casually giving away fifty million like Yan Xiaobao? He’d never even heard of it... Brother Bao truly is a remarkable man... The more time Tang Wenjun spent with Yan Xiaobao, the more his admiration soared to unimaginable heights. Why is Jiangnan’s first beauty Su Xiaowan so madly devoted to him, willing to serve even as a minor wife? Why do the infamous "Jiangnan Ten Tigers" seem insignificant in Yan Xiaobao’s eyes? Although he still didn’t fully understand who Yan Xiaobao is, Tang Wenjun knew he’d merely glimpsed a tiny fraction of his power. ... When dinner was finished and they’d said goodbye to Tang Wenjun, Tiantian finally snapped out of her daze. Hastily, she tried handing the check back to Yan Xiaobao, stammering, "This... this is too much. I can’t possibly keep it..." ... [Please bookmark, recommend, donate, and support!] ... Updated from freewebnove(l).com