My American magical life
Chapter 809 - 809 40 The Answer Flutters in the Wind Daily Thousands Asking for Monthly Tickets_5

809: Chapter 40: The Answer Flutters in the Wind (Daily Thousands Asking for Monthly Tickets)_5 809: Chapter 40: The Answer Flutters in the Wind (Daily Thousands Asking for Monthly Tickets)_5 “Are you going back to comfort her later?”

“Ah, what else can I do?”

“Then why did you still come to see me off?”

“You’re also my friend, Lisa.

She…she didn’t mean it, she’s like that with everyone, and…”

Now Cheng Daqi was the one feeling agitated; some issues seemed unsolvable.

If he followed Mi’er’s wishes, Cheng Daqi would have no choice but to marry her and leave a bunch of poor, unlucky men.

Not following Mi’er’s wishes resulted in consequences like now, Cheng Daqi was helplessly caught in the middle.

Yes, Mi’er should mature a bit and be more rational, but what’s expected and what’s possible are two different things; no one can easily change another person.

“What do you think I should do?”

Lisa was stumped by this question too.

“Have a good talk with her, Chan.

You’re not a bad guy, she is, um, I am too.

You shouldn’t have gotten emotionally involved from the start, she now loves you like crazy, if you don’t satisfy her…

Well, no solution, go marry her, kid, may God bless you.”

This time, Cheng Daqi was really ready to leave.

“I actually don’t want to talk about these things, being in this predicament, like a man split in two, but besides you, I can’t talk to anyone else, Lisa, thank you.”

“I understand, but you really are a bit split, Chan.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment!”

Through the rearview mirror, Lisa saw Cheng Daqi wave his hand, bidding her goodbye.

Drowsy, Riel opened the car door for him; he got into the car, taking a bunch of people with him.

Reaching for the mirror and overhead light in front of the main driver’s seat, looking at herself in the mirror, Lisa was momentarily stunned.

If I were as rich as Temir, perhaps I could also live such an unrestrained life.

This envy wasn’t just about securing a man, it was more about her disdain for Temir.

“Snap!”

Suddenly, Lisa, shocked, closed the mirror.

She looked around in fright, realizing the night was still quiet.

Taking a deep breath, Lisa picked up her bag and staggered up, leaving the scene.

—————–

Mi’er’s mansion was always brightly lit.

Among America’s high per capita energy consumption, she surely contributed a significant share.

Ultimately, in the sanatorium, Cheng Daqi found Mi’er getting a massage, who had already fallen asleep.

The masseuse was cautiously applying pressure on her body, careful not to wake the mistress.

As Cheng Daqi entered, the masseuse was startled, nearly waking Mi’er; she looked at Cheng Daqi helplessly, but Cheng Daqi just softly spoke, indicating for her to continue.

Many people lack imagination about the life of a super-rich; it’s actually just four words — doing whatever one wants.

At five in the morning, inside a luxurious mansion in San Rodolfo, Mi’er was sleeping on the massage table in the sanatorium, even softly snoring as the masseuse cautiously provided service.

An entire team from nutritionists to gardeners, dozens of ready at all times servants, bodyguards, and owning a private jet as a teenager, Mi’er’s life has always been top-notch.

She was the brightest princess of a super-wealthy family, her father, whom she thought didn’t love her, never skimped on material spoils, even her so-called malicious brother, at his most disdainful, was willing to give her billions — albeit in beautiful Africa.

One day she spent a few thousand dollars on small gifts, her father said he’d build her several castles — what a fortunate girl she was, the favor of fate never far from her.

Her current position wasn’t much stronger than at the beginning of the story, as Niusen always respected her steadfastly.

Niusen: I sold you because you could really fetch a good price!

Quietly sitting by the side, Cheng Daqi stared at Mi’er’s delicate body, blanking out.

She was beautiful, like a goddess Muse from Greek mythology, human’s best medical technology had crafted the most perfect human face; if she appeared in Hollywood, she could captivate countless men.

A white silk robe draped over her body, delineating those breath-taking curves, watching the muscles on Mi’er’s arms, Cheng Daqi shivered.

This girl was very skilled at boxing, don’t get this wrong, this refers to the physical act of punching; her coach had trained many champions.

Ninety pounds per punch might be nothing for a professional boxer, but for Cheng Daqi, one punch saw stars, two punches blurred his mind, three punches and he could see heaven.

Rich, beautiful, physically healthy, unlimited love, Mi’er was almost perfect — if one didn’t consider her personality.

Some insecure individuals might see Mi’er’s past as a flaw, but Cheng Daqi had never cared; it’s not because he liked being cuckolded, simply because he was too strong and confident.

But what to do?

Really get married?

Cheng Daqi couldn’t give himself an answer.

“Why aren’t you speaking?”

Cheng Daqi then realized, Mi’er hadn’t snored for a few minutes.

“I was listening to your snoring.”

Mi’er dismissed the masseuse, climbed off the massage bed, and glared fiercely at Cheng Daqi, that damn man.

“What do you mean by that?”

Cheng Daqi raised an eyebrow as he spoke.

“I mean, it’s cute, hahaha.”

The dark-haired girl awkwardly smoothed her disheveled hair due to the change in position, muttered.

“I thought you were going to stay at her place tonight.”

Helplessly rubbing his forehead, Cheng Daqi stood up to pour her a glass of water.

“What are you talking about, Mi’er, you’re too sensitive.”