My American magical life
Chapter 147 - 147 55 You Will Always Be My Angel and Rose_2

147: Chapter 55 You Will Always Be My Angel and Rose_2 147: Chapter 55 You Will Always Be My Angel and Rose_2 “Hey, you don’t understand, buddy, dating a rich woman means having money, but it’s not happiness.”

“Can I just tell someone, ‘My rich girlfriend bought me a house’?”

Sitting down slowly, Cheng Daqi began to talk unhurriedly about his woes.

How he had no parents, was all alone in the world, and it was his first time doing this, he was really too embarrassed to meet people.

Thor was shocked as he listened, since Cheng Daqi made it sound as if it were true.

In fact, what he said was indeed true; the person he was reborn as was an orphan who had stowed away to America and lived as a homeless person, truly alone in the world.

“Don’t beat around the bush, you say this house was bought by your girlfriend, but now you can’t contact your rich girlfriend, do you have any other evidence?”

The aggressive redhead cop pressed step by step, Cheng Daqi spread his hands and replied.

“How about I make a call to the original owner of the house, so you can hear what he has to say?”

Elder Li, it’s all up to you now.

“Call now, I’m watching you, don’t try any funny business.”

Thor really didn’t believe there was such a foolish woman in the world who would give a house to a man she was with.

As a redhead geek, in Thor’s mind, it was natural for a man to spend money on a woman, but a woman spending money on a man was utterly impossible.

If the Senator’s niece really did buy Cheng Daqi a house, he did have to consider whether killing Cheng Daqi would cause trouble for his brother.

“Okay, wait a second, I’m dialing now…

Hey, Elder Li, I’m in the middle of a business deal right now, got something to ask you, are you free to chat?”

With that seemingly casual introduction, Cheng Daqi conveyed a lot of meaningful information.

He believed Elder Li wouldn’t let him down.

This middle-aged broker, though not very brave, had plenty of street smarts.

Just as Cheng Daqi had anticipated.

As an old broker who had dealt with thousands of different clients, Li Haiping could tell something was amiss from Cheng Daqi’s second sentence.

His main connection with Cheng Daqi was concerning identity-related business, which was a grey area and not something to discuss over the phone.

And Cheng Daqi had specifically emphasized that he was ‘in the middle of a business deal.’

So, why make a call during a business discussion?

Therefore, Li Haiping thought that Cheng Daqi was signaling him, needing him to provide cover or to play a role in Cheng Daqi’s negotiation with someone else.

‘CEO Cheng, watch me perform well!’

The middle-aged broker pushed his glasses up and went along with Cheng Daqi’s narrative.

“It’s fine, it’s fine, what’s the matter?

Do you need something?”

His response was neither high nor low, practically devoid of substantial information.

Even without a prior arrangement, Li Haiping played his part perfectly.

No matter what play Cheng Daqi wanted to put on next, Li Haiping’s tepid response would allow for a smooth transition.

“Elder Li, it’s like this, my girlfriend bought this house for me from you, how much did she spend?

My client keeps thinking I’m deceiving him, he doesn’t believe my girlfriend gave me a house, could you state the price, he’s sitting right next to me listening.”

Hand shaking with the phone, Li Haiping felt a strong tremor in his heart.

I just rented it out for a day, and you tell me it’s yours?

Robbery isn’t done this way!

Too shameless, you dog Cheng!

No, wait, he’s seeking my backup!

Are you lifting your status by saying your girlfriend bought you a house?

Is the client thinking you’re bluffing, and you’re hinting that I should help convince your client?

He’s sitting next to you, meaning the situation is urgent and you need to seal the deal now, right?

Li Haiping’s eyes darted around, and he began to spout a stream of lies.

“CEO Cheng, your girlfriend really treats you well.

You know I was always reluctant to sell this house,

but she saw you liked it, so she kept raising her offer, eventually paying one million six hundred thousand Dollars.”

Thor was a bit stunned by this figure.

The house he currently lived in was worth just over half a million; Cheng Daqi’s house was worth three of his!

“Mr.

Thor, can you put the gun down now?”

Hanging up the call, Cheng Daqi spoke wearily.

A bronze player smashing his way to king, recklessly charging at the crystal while being pointed at with a gun—a truly disgusting feeling.

He just wanted to get a gun now and practice some American Iaido.

“Cheng, your secret girlfriend really loves you, now, I want to see if she will return your call!

Plus, she has to come here and promise not to talk about those things!”

Thor put the gun down and sat opposite Cheng Daqi, still looking directly at him with a slightly chilling tone.

If Cheng Daqi thought there was a risk of his boss’s actions being exposed here, he was willing to take the blame alone.

Even if it was the senator’s daughter, he still believed a gun was faster than a person.

Gangster loyalty, blood splattered within five steps, daring to draw the senator’s wrath by helping the big brother.

All one could say was that Thor was an idealistic little brother, and it wasn’t unreasonable for Gru to worry about these younger brothers every day.

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“Mi’er, when did you and Chan start messing around?”

The blonde chick had already settled into the backseat of the car, but she kept asking nonstop.

Rolling her eyes, Temirla didn’t know how to respond.

When Lisa told her what Cheng Daqi had said, she was also dumbfounded.

What?

When did I get a new boyfriend?

Why didn’t he give me a heads-up?

But after Lisa relayed Cheng Daqi’s suggestive words, Temirla also saw the 202 he sent— the SOS signal.

She understood the situation now.

It must be that Gru’s people had come knocking, and Cheng Daqi used her as a shield.

Temirla had a straightforward personality and wasn’t the type to fret over such things.

It’s just that she found it weird— usually in stories, isn’t it the female lead who hopes the male protagonist will shield her?

Why did the roles reverse when it came to me?

So, she didn’t know how to explain it to Lisa.

“Actually, I’ve been with him way before you knew him, even before I met you.”

The raven-haired socialite lied shamelessly, spinning an outrageous tale.

“What?

Wasn’t it me who introduced you two?” The blonde chick was full of suspicion.

“No, you were part of our PLAY, I hoped you’d fall for him, so I could have both you and him, goose—goose—goose—”

The wealthy socialite had money to burn, but that didn’t stop her from acting crazy.

“Bitch, is there even a single truth in your mouth?”

Lisa Lei finally saw her friend for who she really was, her tone filled with disgust.

“Honey, I love you, that’s the truth.”

Temirla’s love seemed to come in bulk, capable of loving many times a day.

“So did you actually get together with Chan or not?”

Lisa was still fixated on this question.

“May be?”

Temirla spoke nonchalantly, her voice lilting teasingly at the end.

“What do you mean maybe, are you asking me?”

Lisa was utterly confused; she really thought both her friend and Cheng Daqi were acting so strangely this morning.

Cheng Daqi was renting a place, throwing a moving party, and he had invited her and Temirla to join.

Temirla said the moving expenses were covered by her, but at that time Lisa didn’t realize something was amiss; she thought Temirla meant the twenty thousand dollars.

Now, it seemed that Chan had lied the first time he spoke about it, for the socialite had directly gifted him an apartment.

And that ‘maybe’ from her friend was even more outrageous.

You gifted him an apartment, and you’re telling me you don’t know if you’re together with him?

Such a deceitful couple!

“I’m not asking you, we’re here, let’s get out.”

Temirla opened the car door, put on her sunglasses, and adjusted her hair in the car window.

“He asked you to call him back, why did you come directly to him?”

“Honey, you’re like an adorable little kid, just too cute.”

The two beauties didn’t come alone; Temirla had brought two of her henchmen with her.

One was a professional bodyguard, and the other was a driver whose side job was being a bodyguard.

Standing at the front door, the driver knocked.

“Come in, the door’s unlocked!”

Cheng Daqi shouted, unaware of who was outside.

“Honey, I came straight over without even drying my hair because you needed me, I hope you don’t mind that it’s still wet.”

Temirla’s saccharine tone gave Lisa Lei goosebumps.

Seeing the wealthy socialite’s damp locks, Cheng Daqi chuckled weakly.

“Ha, of course not, you will forever be my angel and rose, Mi’er.”