Prodigal System in the Flourishing City

Lu Xiaobu sent Zhang Meng to the hospital and asked Liang Lan to stay over at Qianmin’s house for the night.
Finally, he returned home and called out, "Dad, big brother, second brother, I’m back."
"Xiaobu, you were quite impressive today," Lu’s father said with a chuckle, his eyes filled with affection.
"That guy was bullying too much. I said I didn’t want to bet, but he insisted," Lu Xiaobu shrugged.
"I’m not blaming you," Lu’s father said, patting Lu Xiaobu’s head: "What I mean is, from now on, you must keep Zhang Meng by your side. You can’t lose your temper like today when you’re alone. If you get hurt, our whole family will have to fight to the death with that Zhang surname."
"I got it," Lu Xiaobu said with a smile, feeling an immense warmth in his heart.
"Alright, go to bed now. Remember, you have more subordinates now. You need to give them more than just a salary; their benefits need to be good too. We won’t handle that, you go ahead and take care of it."
Lu’s father laughed: "You know, your brothers are quite envious of your people; if you don’t treat them well, be careful or your big brother might poach them from you."
"Dad, when did I ever say that," Lu Hongbin was dragged into this, "But I’m really envious, Xiaobu, when big brother needs help, you can’t be stingy."
"Me too," Lu Wenhao added, not wanting to be outdone.
"Sure thing, sure thing," Lu Xiaobu chuckled with a grin.
If people outside heard this, they would think that Lu Xiaobu, the family’s prodigal son, was now the most important person in the family, with Lu Hongbin and Lu Wenhao both seeking his favor; surely, everyone would be shocked.
Lu Xiaobu went upstairs to sleep, pleased with himself. He had been worn out from the day’s activities, so he fell right into dreamland as soon as his head hit the pillow.
He was asleep, but Wu Qianmin, who had just finished showering, was lying in bed wearing a towel, swinging her delicate pale legs that made one’s mouth water, excitedly holding a smartphone: "Such a beautiful phone debuted today, the internet must be going crazy. Nope, I have to check it out."
She felt very proud; she wanted to see the envious, jealous, hateful comments of others—You don’t have it, but I do, Lu Xiaobu gave it to me, hmph!
However, while there were posts about the smartphone, what she found was a chorus of boos.
"What’s this, another company’s all show no substance?"
"Exactly, it looks fragile. It’s not water-resistant or shockproof; only a prodigal would use this kind of phone."
"Disperse, disperse, editors shouldn’t write about such things anymore."
"..."
"What is this all about, are they blind?" Wu Qianmin jumped up angrily: "You all are the ones with style over substance! I’m telling you, the phone that Lu Xiaobu created is incredibly good! A million times better than your phones! A million times! It’s infuriating!"
Liang Lan, with just a towel wrapped around her, brought steam with her as she walked out of the bath, the towel hanging high off her impressive figure, revealing the tender smoothness of her calves like carved jade, an alluring sight. Any man who saw it would surely have a nosebleed.
While she was drying her hair with a hairdryer, she asked: "What’s wrong? Little sister?"
She and Wu Qianmin had already become good friends. Liang Lan, experienced in many battles, found it easy to deal with a young girl.
"It’s those ignorant people again. They are belittling the smartphone that Lu Xiaobu created," Wu Qianmin huffed.
"Let me take a look," Liang Lan glanced at it and laughed: "It’s not worth getting angry about. It’s clear that someone doesn’t want the Young Master’s phone to become popular, they are deliberately slandering it."
"Deliberately slandering?" Wu Qianmin was taken aback: "Who would do such a thing for no reason?"
"Obviously, someone whose interests are threatened," Liang Lan said with a smile: "The business world is like a battlefield, it’s either kill or be killed."
"You mean, Angel Group?" Wu Qianmin caught on.
"Not necessarily, but very likely," Liang Lan said, smiling.
"Being targeted by such a large corporation, Xiaobu won’t have trouble, right?" Wu Qianmin suddenly became worried.
"Don’t worry, they’re just using these little tricks. But if they really want to cause trouble for the Young Master... hmph, they’ll find out who they’ve messed with. After all, I’m also someone who’s being paid," Liang Lan’s eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a strong confidence—did they really think Tian Jilan was just a vase?
"Sister, your figure is so good."
After relaxing a bit, Wu Qianmin couldn’t help but be drawn to Liang Lan’s impressive, upright figure. Then comparing it with her own, she said dejectedly.
"What, want to develop faster?" Liang Lan smiled seductively.
"Sister, do you have a way?" Wu Qianmin brightened up.
"Yeah, just let Young Master knead it for you, that’ll do." Liang Lan chuckled mischievously, "Sooner or later you’ll have to show him and let him knead it! Three circles to the left, three to the right, now round, now flat."
"Sister, you’re... so annoying." Wu Qianmin’s face immediately turned bright red, but she didn’t concede, "Sister, do you have to show him too?"
"Of course, I’m showing it just for Young Master." Liang Lan wasn’t embarrassed at all. Instead, she stood tall, teasing Wu Qianmin.
"No way." Wu Qianmin suddenly panicked.
"Why not?" Liang Lan smirked, "I thought you didn’t like Young Master."
"I don’t like him, but... but..." Wu Qianmin stumbled for words.
"Let’s not talk about that for now, just show your sister first."
Liang Lan smirked and tugged off Wu Qianmin’s towel, exposing her budding jade-like body to the air.
"Aiya!" Wu Qianmin, blushing with embarrassment, started frolicking and wrangling with Liang Lan, "Then let me see yours too."
"Alright, then I’ll just open the window and call Young Master to join in." Liang Lan feigned a move to open the window.
"Don’t."
Wu Qianmin’s body was burning hot, and she quickly pounced to stop her; her bedroom window faced Lu Xiaobu’s directly.
Both of them were completely undressed! What would happen if Lu Xiaobu saw everything?
The two beauties, one mature and one pure, were now playfully wrestling in a tangle; the scenery was truly a spectacle of towering peaks and dense ravines, a boundless vision of spring...
However, no one was fortunate enough to witness this scene, as the only one who could have, Lu Xiaobu, was fast asleep!
If he knew what he had missed, he would definitely exclaim—what a colossal mistake!
...
They were laughing and romping, but Zhang Meng in the hospital felt like crying.
"Young Master..."
Zhang Meng sat by the hospital bed, holding a bank card in hand, looking up and holding back tears in his eyes.
He had just found out that Young Master had given him six hundred thousand.
That’s six hundred thousand!
Simply handed to him just like that.
He was certain that Young Master didn’t intend to buy him off, but had sincerely wanted to help him.
What echoed continuously in his mind were Young Master’s words—"our mom", "my people can’t owe others", "even if I am being conned, I am willing".
There was no pitiful look, no patronizing attitude, and certainly none of the ugly faces of his villainous relatives who bullied his soft-hearted mother, conned him out of his demobilization pay, and now refused to return even a single cent, let alone lend any!
"Oh child, what are you doing here?" The old lady on the bed woke up, saying weakly, "Why aren’t you accompanying the benefactor? Do you want to anger me to death? That person has been greatly kind to us; we can’t repay kindness with ingratitude!"
"Mom, rest assured, Young Master told me to come here. I will pick up Young Master in the morning." Hearing his mother’s words, Zhang Meng quickly wiped away the tears from the corner of his eyes and held his mother’s withered hand.
"Good, that’s good. Remember, we cannot disappoint our benefactor." Mother Zhang sighed in relief.
"Mom, don’t worry, I will swear to protect Young Master’s safety to the death." Zhang Meng made a man’s vow beside his mother.
Mother Zhang nodded in satisfaction and then hurried Zhang Meng along, "I’m fine here, go to him now. Obey your mother, go!"
"Mom..." Zhang Meng couldn’t help but smile wryly, "What kind of mother hastens her son away like this? Right, I have something to take care of first."
"What’s that?" Mother Zhang was surprised.
"Repay the money! Young Master said I’m his man; I can’t owe others and bring shame upon him." Zhang Meng stood up and spoke earnestly.
"You..." Mother Zhang was a bit exasperated and amused, "Isn’t the money you owe to our benefactor also a debt?"
"That’s different." Zhang Meng shook his head and walked away to make calls to repay the debt.
He was a simple man, not accustomed to twists and turns; all he knew was that as Young Master’s loyal follower, he could not allow Young Master to lose face!