I Turned Filthy Rich Just By Sleeping With Women?!
Chapter 64: Second Chance

Chapter 64: Second Chance

Hearing that, Lao Xinya frowned. "Don’t call me that name! We don’t even know each other."

She crossed her arms tightly. "Also, this is my shop. I can do whatever I want here."

Zhao Yiming froze for a moment, then gave an awkward chuckle. "Ah... sorry. Your father used to call you that all the time, so I kinda slipped up."

It was a lie. The truth was, calling her "Yaya" had become a habit ever since she was little, but of course, he couldn’t blurt it out that he was Lao Chen.

She used to be so sweet, her singing voice angelic—and just thinking about it now made his heart twist. Because of his own failings, she couldn’t even continue college.

"I-it’s fine... Just don’t talk about my dad. I don’t like it," she muttered, turning her head away.

Zhao Yiming nodded slowly, hiding the pain behind his eyes. ’I deserve that...’

However, Lao Xinya spoke again, stammering shyly this time, "A-anyway... It’s weird that you know my name, but I don’t even know yours."

She tucked her ear adorably. In his eyes, she was just like a little baby, anyway.

"Oh, right. I didn’t introduce myself properly." He smiled gently. "I’m Zhao Yiming."

He paused, didn’t know what to add to make the conversation flow, so he just said, "I live at the Hongji apartment complex." he

Her eyes widened. "Wait—that’s the place where the landlord was found dead yesterday, right? People said he was the worst kind of person—narcissistic, egoistic, rude. Is it true?"

’So the news is already spreading, huh...’ Nervousness prickled his skin. After all, he was the killer.

Zhao Yiming nodded with a sigh. "Yeah. Stingy too. Loved mocking people. Had the worst taste imaginable. Total elitist."

He paused and added with a faint smirk, "According to old Lao, of course."

"Hmph! Can’t believe someone like that ends up rich, while kind people like us stay poor," she muttered, shaking her head in disbelief.

That hit him harder than expected. The fact he couldn’t even give her and her mother a happy life... it stung deeply.

Then suddenly—

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[Ding!]

[A new quest has been triggered!]

[Second Chance: You have a second chance to reclaim lost time with your daughter. Why not take it?]

[Choose your words carefully!]

• "Everyone is rich in their own way. So why don’t we eat together this weekend?"

• "Rich? I’m rich too! Why don’t we go shopping for you and your mother? I’ll pay for everything!"

[The God of Richness & Love leaves a message:]

["Ah, you foolish disciple! Now’s your chance to spoil your daughter rotten! Do everything she ever wanted back when you couldn’t!"]

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Zhao Yiming let out a sigh of relief. ’At least this quest isn’t perverted for once...’

But still, he smiled. The idea of a proper daddy-daughter day tugged at something inside him. When was the last time he’d done something like that?

’My future’s set. Even if I don’t do anything but flirt and breathe, I’ll still get rich thanks to this crazy system...’

’So this time, I want to use that money for them.’

’Maybe I can even help her go back to college. But for now... let’s keep it simple.’

"Hey, Xinya," he said, trying to sound light, "about that whole being a rich thing—well, turns out I’m rich too."

He grinned. "So how about this? Let’s go shopping. For you and your mom. I’ll cover everything."

She blinked, stunned. "Shopping? But... we’ve only met, like, twice! What if you’re some kind of weirdo?"

"You can ask your mom to come too. Heck, invite Officer Han if you want." He scratched the back of his neck sheepishly. "I won’t do anything weird, promise."

She narrowed her eyes at him suspiciously.

Then crossed her arms and puffed out her chest. "Hmph... Fine, but just the two of us, okay? I do need new shoes anyway. And since it’s free—why not?"

She jabbed a finger at his chest. "But I have a black belt in Taekwondo! So don’t even try anything funny!"

Zhao Yiming burst into laughter. "I wouldn’t dare! I value my life too much."

He had a feeling she’d agree—after all, she always loved discounts and freebies.

After that, the two exchanged Wuchat IDs. Thankfully, Zhao Yiming now knew how to use it, thanks to repeated lessons from both Su Meilin and Luo Yanyu.

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A few days had passed since the chaos erupted. The police had officially registered the report of the crime against Madam He, though the perpetrator remained at large.

As for Jin Haolong... his body had finally been recovered, and the one who handled all the arrangements was Su Meilin.

It turned out he had no remaining family—only a younger sister, who suffered from severe anxiety and couldn’t even attend his funeral.

No autopsy was conducted. Madam Ruan had bribed the right officers, and everything was neatly listed as an accident.

The funeral itself was grand. Dozens of Jin Haolong’s old associates came to pay their respects. The place was packed, murmurs and somber tones filling the air.

Zhao Yiming stood among the mourners, his eyes scanning everything, not for grief—but for opportunity.

He wasn’t here for Jin Haolong.

He was here for the living.

More precisely, for those connected to Golden Earth—the very people he needed to watch closely—and more importantly, the one responsible for pushing Madam He down the stairs.

Beside him stood Luo Yanyu, arms crossed, posture tense. Her sharp eyes were scanning the crowd just like his. They both knew the attacker’s voice well... but not their face.

Still, it was difficult.

"Yanyu," Zhao Yiming muttered, leaning closer to her ear, "I think we need to start talking to them. This is a funeral—they won’t talk unless they’re approached first."

She sighed. "Ugh... I’m really bad at this social stuff. But you’re right. We can’t just stand here and hope someone slips up."

"It’s time," he said, gently taking her hand. "Come with me."

Without hesitation, he led her toward the adjacent room—a quieter hall set up for guests to rest or grab a meal after paying respects.

The tables were neatly arranged. Plates were already out, and guests were helping themselves to food.

Zhao Yiming grabbed a couple of small dishes to keep up appearances. Then, he picked a table near the corner—occupied by a group of men in black shirts. They were the most suspicious bunch by far.

Stocky builds. Tattoos peeked from under their sleeves. Piercings, dyed hair, rough edges. The kind of men who’d punch before they spoke. All signs pointed to them being part of something.

Zhao Yiming approached with a casual confidence, holding his tray in one hand, the other still lightly gripping Luo Yanyu’s wrist.

"Mind if me and my girlfriend join you at this table?" he asked, smiling politely but keeping his tone firm.

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