Return to the City: The Strongest King
Chapter 178: The Mysterious Round Token

Chapter 178: Chapter 178: The Mysterious Round Token

Xiao Zhiming had originally wanted to humiliate Song Xiaodong at this event, but in the end, he and his few people became the joke and even lost two million to Song Xiaodong.

Zhou Fei and Chu Jianyang had stood up for him, so he had to pay the two million. Just thinking about how in such a short time he had lost two million, Xiao Zhiming almost felt like vomiting blood.

The rest of the wine party involved chatting and playing cards. Song Xiaodong had become someone of great interest to everyone, especially the younger crowd. Song Xiaodong’s skill at identifying wines was something they could brag about elsewhere, and his card-playing skills were even more impressive. If he saw someone he didn’t like, he could just cheat them out at cards.

Song Xiaodong chatted with them nonchalantly and managed to get through it all.

Around 9 o’clock, the party ended, and Song Xiaodong left with Miao Qingqing.

Song Xiaodong reclined his seat back almost to a lying down position and said, "Hey, why that look? I helped you out today, so why are you still frowning?"

Miao Qingqing snorted and said, "I was quite grateful to you, but then you, you jerk, actually..."

"What did I do?" Song Xiaodong asked with a grin.

"You actually... kissed me." Miao Qingqing bit her lip, her hands gripping the steering wheel tightly.

"That wasn’t me initiating it; you were the one who leaned in. How can you blame me? Besides, you’re my girlfriend, so a kiss is normal, right?"

"Pretend, please don’t get too into the role."

"This just shows how dedicated I am. I haven’t even charged you for this extra service."

Miao Qingqing stomped on the brake forcefully, turned her head to glare at Song Xiaodong and really wanted to tear him into pieces right then. Could there be anyone more shameless in this world? Absolutely not!

Due to inertia, Song Xiaodong lurched forward, the safety belt tightening uncomfortably around him as he said, "Hey, what are you doing? Was there something wrong with what I said?"

Miao Qingqing took two deep breaths and gritted her teeth, "If it weren’t for you having saved my life, I would really want to strangle you!"

Song Xiaodong nodded repeatedly, "Right, right, think about it. If I hadn’t saved you, you’d be dead by now, so technically, your body should belong to me now. You should indeed repay me properly. Getting angry at me is definitely not right. You should be grateful and treat me better."

Miao Qingqing’s chest heaved dramatically, and she said through clenched teeth, "Song Xiaodong, I give up on you. Your thick-skinned, shameless demeanor is simply the world’s number one."

"Average, world’s third."

Miao Qingqing really didn’t want to speak with Song Xiaodong anymore, lest she be infuriated to death by him. She drove him to a slum area, and as soon as Song Xiaodong got out, she sped away like a rocket.

As soon as Miao Qingqing entered the front door, Miao Xuanxuan sprung up from the sofa and rushed over, examining her from top to bottom with a grin, "You actually came back home, I thought you might stay at a hotel tonight."

Miao Qingqing responded darkly, "That shameless guy, thinking I’d stay at a hotel with him, dream on."

Miao Xuanxuan blinked and said, "Oh, did you two have a fight? You know, Miao Qingqing, when you’re dating, you can’t always act like a strict boss all the time. Who can stand that? You need to learn to be gentle and coquettish; men fall for that sort of thing."

"Can’t be bothered with you," Miao Qingqing said irritably as she pushed Miao Xuanxuan aside and headed upstairs.

Miao Xuanxuan stood there, touching his chin, his eyes shifting around. Soon, his face showed an excited smile, and he chuckled, murmuring to himself, "You won’t tell me, huh? Let’s see how I trick it out of you."

Song Xiaodong and Miao Qingqing had no idea what Miao Xuanxuan was plotting against them. By that time, Song Xiaodong had already returned home. Seeing Song Xiaodong in his neatly tailored suit, Song Xiaoru’s eyes lit up, saying, "Xiaodong, you look very handsome today."

"Of course, who do you think I am? My sister is so beautiful, how could I not be handsome?" Song Xiaodong boasted proudly, puffing out his chest.

However, those words made Song Xiaoru feel a pang in her heart. The two of them weren’t real siblings, and naturally, Song Xiaodong wouldn’t look like her.

"Sis, is everything almost packed up at home?" Song Xiaodong asked with a smile, looking at the piles of big and small packages around the house.

"Yes, Lin Su’er helped me buy a lot of stuff today. Basically, all the bedding and daily necessities are ready, and the appliances will be delivered tomorrow. We can almost move in."

"So, you still want to take all these things to the new home?"

"What’s wrong? These are all useful."

"My dear sister," Song Xiaodong walked behind Song Xiaoru and hugged her waist, his chin resting on her shoulder, cheek against cheek, he said, "Our new home is so beautiful, why clutter it with all these old things? Where will we put them when the time comes?"

Always frugal, Song Xiaoru felt a bit sad and said, "But... it’d be a pity to throw these things away."

Song Xiaodong rubbed his face against Song Xiaoru’s and said, "Then let’s leave them here. We’re not selling this place, and we can always come back here to relive the old days. Isn’t that nice?"

Such behavior was normal in the past, but now it made Song Xiaoru’s heart race, "That seems right, okay then, I won’t move these things over."

"That’s settled then," Song Xiaodong let go of Song Xiaoru and took off his suit.

"But there are still some things to take over," Song Xiaoru sighed with relief, opening up the storage bag, ready to pack some more.

Song Xiaodong changed into a pair of big shorts and, shirtless, helped Song Xiaoru.

"Oh, what is this?" Song Xiaodong pulled out a black metal round token from a box; it was engraved with a dragon and felt very heavy in hand, its material unidentifiable.

"I don’t know either, I found it in a gap at the bottom of the wardrobe."

"How do I not remember us ever having this?" Song Xiaodong toyed with the round token, saying, "I feel like this might be quite valuable."

"Valuable? Is this thing worth a lot of money?"

"I get that feeling; it doesn’t seem like ordinary metal, and the craftsmanship of this round token is quite exquisite, definitely hand-polished, not mass-produced."

"So..." Song Xiaoru’s heart skipped a beat, she said, "Could this be... a symbol of identity?"

Song Xiaodong looked again and said, "That’s possible. I’ve seen similar things before, but I haven’t seen this pattern, and the ones I’ve seen aren’t as well-made as this."

Song Xiaoru’s heart raced again. She had a faint idea where this item had come from.