After Divorce, I Inherited the Game's Fortune

Yang Hao touched glasses with Ou with a smile, then both of them drained their glasses, their eyes meeting with an unspoken understanding.

Having completed his duties, Yang Hao didn't stay long at the wedding, using work as an excuse to leave early.

Chen Haiou and her daughter Ruohan stayed to enjoy a treatment among relatives and friends they had never experienced before, finally getting a chance to hold their heads high.

"Ruohan, remember to put in a good word for your sister Yuanyuan at work!"

"Having someone from our own circle in Mr. Yang's company could also help you get some insider information, right?"

Chen Haiying brought up the subject of work again.

"I'll mention it."

Ruohan nodded slightly. She and her mother employed the same tactic—agreeing noncommittally at first, since such matters were not theirs to decide anyway.

"Ruohan, if possible, I'd also like to work at Tianmei Media."

Chen Yali was currently working with her boyfriend Wang Shuai in the same company, Youhe Media, which specialized in incubating internet celebrities.

But the scale of this media company was not considered top-tier in the new media industry, let alone compared to Tianmei Media. For Yali, working at Tianmei Media would naturally be the best outcome.

"Alright, Lili sister, I'll talk to Mr. Yang about it tonight."

Ruohan wasn't being evasive this time. Yali had always been quite caring toward her, and they had a good relationship, so she was determined to do this favor.

Besides, she herself was a contracted artist at Tianmei Media. If Yali could work there, it would also be to Ruohan's benefit.

"Mmm, don't worry about it too much, just bring it up casually. It'd be great if it works out, but it's no big deal if it doesn't."

Yali was actually approaching the matter with a casual attitude as well. She wasn't very happy at Youhe Media and had been considering changing jobs even if she hadn't met Yang Hao today.

Meanwhile.

After leaving the wedding, Yang Hao went straight to the hospital, as today was the day Wang Bingru's father, Wang Changsheng, was to be discharged.

Discharge in this case meant going home to recuperate, as there was no real difference between healing from a fracture at the hospital and at home.

When Yang Hao arrived at the hospital, Liu Zhaoxia had already packed up, and Wang Bingru had finished the discharge procedures.

"Yang, I'm sorry to trouble you with this visit."

Wang Changsheng, sitting in the wheelchair, apologized politely.

"It's the weekend, and I don't have much else to do."

Yang Hao pushed the wheelchair out of the ward. He came to help Wang Changsheng with the discharge partly because of this, but mainly because Wang Bingru's probation period had ended—a central reason for his visit today.

Last time he only had a taste; today, he could clean up the plate and possibly gain another NPC!

After getting into the car, Wang Bingru sat in the passenger seat, while Liu Zhaoxia and Wang Changsheng took the rear seats. Sitting in the passenger seat, Bingru involuntarily recalled her last experience in that position. She instinctively moved her legs to the left and then, remembering her parents were in the back, retracted them.

In the car, Liu Zhaoxia and Wang Changsheng felt a bit restrained. Yang Hao had returned home after leaving the wedding and picked up his Wenjie M9, a car with spacious rear seats, which was more accommodating for Wang Changsheng. Yang Hao also showcased the car's rear entertainment system, deploying a projection screen and starting a movie for them.

These flashy features were quite impressive. Not familiar with Wenjie, Liu Zhaoxia and Wang Changsheng exchanged a look, both thinking this car must cost several million.

Upon reaching Linjiang Garden, Yang Hao helped Wang Changsheng up the stairs. In the past few days, Liu Zhaoxia and Bingru had been staying there. Liu Zhaoxia had told Wang Changsheng about the apartment at the hospital, but seeing it with his own eyes was a different matter altogether.

The sense of space created by the more than 200 square meter large flat gave Wang Changsheng a considerable shock; he suddenly felt overwhelmed by wealth.

Wang Xueru had once mentioned at the hospital that she wanted to matchmake her daughter with Yang Hao.

Back then, Wang Changsheng thought it seemed overly pragmatic; their family was not the type to worship money.

However, after entering the apartment, he suddenly realized the charm of wealth. Everyone is an ordinary person; who wouldn't want to live in a big house?

Wang Changsheng glanced at Yang Hao and then at his daughter. The two actually looked quite compatible standing together—matching in height and appearance.

The only drawback was that Yang Hao was a bit older and was divorced, but he was a CEO with a purported net worth of billions!

"Yang, stay for dinner tonight and try my cooking!"

After settling Wang Changsheng in, Liu Zhaoxia extended the invitation.

"Sure."

Yang Hao nodded with a smile. The food at the wedding banquet wasn't great—he had hardly eaten anything—and home-cooked meals were always the best.

"Mom, then I'll go to the market and buy some seafood." They had meat and vegetables at home but fresh seafood needed to be purchased.

So, Yang Hao followed Wang Bingru downstairs.

After their departure, Wang Changsheng couldn't help but exclaim, "This place is just too big!"

"I never thought I'd live in such a nice house in my lifetime!"

"And it's all thanks to Bingru's influence!"

Liu Zhaoxia pushed Wang Changsheng to the balcony and said, "I didn't tell you at the hospital, but the apartment has been transferred to Bingru's name."

"What??"

Wang Changsheng was astonished. "This apartment is for Bingru?"

"Given Jiangcheng's housing prices, such a large apartment must be worth several million, right?"

Liu Zhaoxia nodded. "I've checked already; this apartment is worth six to seven million!"

"An apartment worth six to seven million just given away like that?" Wang Changsheng couldn't quite believe it.

"This amount of money probably isn't much for Young Yang, and according to what he said, this house is actually for us to live in; he'll buy an even better one for Bingru."

Liu Zhaoxia's words dealt another heavy blow to her own man.

Wang Changsheng had thought the house was just for him to stay in temporarily during his illness, but Liu Zhaoxia told him it had been transferred to his daughter's name.

This had already shocked him greatly, but now it turned out that the house was just for the two old folks to live in!

Moreover, coming from a small county town, Wang Changsheng couldn't even imagine what a better house than this one would look like.

Suddenly, Wang Changsheng began to understand those materialistic people a bit; it turned out the lives of the wealthy were truly beyond his imagination. And once you've lived in such a big house, to move back into a tiny apartment of a few dozen square meters, the psychological gap might take a long time to adjust to.

On the other hand.

Wang Bingru found herself in the passenger seat again, but this time without her parents in the back, she wisely leaned her legs to the left.

Today, Wang Bingru wore a white dress, the kind that falls above the knee, which isn't meant to be particularly sexy. But with Bingru's height of 172 cm and her exceptional long legs, the dress looked like a mini on her, the fairness of her thighs somewhat dazzling after she sat down.

Yang Hao casually reached over, enjoying the top-tier sensation of skin as smooth as silk.

What a pleasure!

At this moment, Wang Bingru's mind was in turmoil. The last time they were alone, she and Yang completed transformation of their relationship but didn't go all the way because of physical reasons.

Today was different; she was feeling better, and the two were once again in a private, enclosed space. In such an atmosphere, it was hard not to think of those embarrassing matters.

"Yang, what kind of seafood do you want to eat?"

Wang Bingru actively looked for a topic to divert her attention.

"Abalone," Yang Hao responded casually.

"Alright."

Wang Bingru nodded, not immediately finding anything amiss with Yang Hao's response.

However, three seconds later, she suddenly realized that such seafood had acquired a different connotation. Her lovely cheeks immediately flushed, and she shot a quick glance at Yang Hao, who was focused on driving, and chided softly, "Yang, you're so bad～!"

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Yang Hao gave his little assistant a puzzled look. He had replied without much thought and had focused his attention on an electric bike about to cross the road, not thinking much else.

It was only after hearing Wang Bingru's words that he realized he had unwittingly said something suggestive.

Well, it wasn't entirely inappropriate either!

They were indeed going to eat seafood!

He slid his hand under the hem of the dress with a mischievous grin and tapped the steering wheel with the other hand.

"Yang, aren't you turning the wrong way?"

"The seafood market is over there..." Bingru said with a quivering voice as she squeezed her legs together.

"I'll take you to a nice place first!"

Yang Hao replied cheerfully and then drove straight to the old spot: Binjiang Park.

This Car Hi Holy Land had witnessed countless love affairs meant to stay hidden.

Of course, our Mr. Yang's affair can withstand the light of day!

Don't ask, the answer is single!

After all, it's just a matter of morals if you talk it to death.

Yang Hao felt his situation was probably not much different from Principal Wang's; as long as he didn't get married, there was no problem in how many companions he changed.

Besides, none of these companions had ever come forward to say a single bad word about him, and Yang Hao's situation was the same—none of the women around him had anything bad to say about him.

When the car arrived at the vicinity of Binjiang Park, Yang Hao slowed down to look for a suitable spot and then saw a familiar black BMW.

Isn't that Ex-Husband Bro's car?

Yang Hao had encountered Ex-Husband Bro twice in Binjiang Park already, and this was the third time.

His lips curled up slightly, and then he parked the car about four or five spots away from Ex-Husband Bro's.

At the moment, Ex-Husband Bro's black BMW was shaking violently, probably reaching a critical juncture.

"Yang, what are we doing here?"

Wang Bingru looked out the window with a puzzled face. The scenery of Binjiang Park was nice, but they were supposed to go buy seafood, so why had they come here?

"To eat fish!" Yang Hao said with a smile.

"Uh, what fish?" Bingru, still not catching on, asked instinctively.

Yang Hao didn't answer and instead moved his hand further.

The little assistant understood instantly, and her face flushed like the dusk sky.