“It’s just a temporary retreat home, I promise you’ll be able to come back up soon.” Emily Clark said seriously when he saw the situation.

“That’s what you said, so I’ll listen to you. But you can’t expect me to go home penniless, right?” David Sullivan’s eyes gleamed green as he spoke.

Emily Clark looked at David Sullivan’s shameless expression and could only sigh at his poor choice of friends, replying irritably, “A thousand yuan should be enough for you to spend at home for a while.”

Hearing this, David Sullivan placed his chubby hand on Emily Clark’s shoulder and chuckled, “Brother Yu, that’s not generous enough. You got at least three thousand yuan in cash, and those gold necklaces and bracelets are worth at least forty or fifty thousand, conservatively. And you’re just giving your good buddy a thousand?”

Emily Clark looked at David Sullivan’s shameless face, sighed again at his poor choice of friends, grabbed a handful of colorful bills from his pocket, and stuffed them into David Sullivan’s hand with a scowl, “There’s at least two thousand here. Remember, kid, now you owe me another two thousand.”

Only then did David Sullivan contentedly pocket the wad of cash, grinning sheepishly, “When I get rich running a hotel in the future, I’ll pay you back double.”

Although David Sullivan majored in chemistry at university, his ambition was to open a hotel that would become famous throughout Hangzhou. Because hotels have beautiful women and delicious food—his two favorite things.

But this ambition was so distant and grand that, to this day, it remained pure fantasy.

Emily Clark curled his lip disdainfully, “No need. As long as you can pay back the principal, I’ll be satisfied.”

Hearing this, David Sullivan protested indignantly at Emily Clark’s belittling of his grand ambition, but Emily Clark just ignored him and said, “I’ll get off at Datang New Village in a bit. You go find a hotel to stay at yourself.”

As soon as he heard this, David Sullivan stopped protesting and reached out his chubby hand to touch Emily Clark’s forehead.

“What are you doing?” Emily Clark slapped away David Sullivan’s pig trotter of a hand.

“Checking if you have a fever. Why are you going to stay at a hotel for no reason? If I had that spare cash, I’d rather save it to pick up girls.” David Sullivan said.

“You really never learn your lesson.” Emily Clark scolded, exasperated, then continued, “I’ve already rented out the apartment.”

Hearing this, David Sullivan immediately perked up, eyes shining, “Don’t tell me it’s a woman?”

Emily Clark nodded helplessly.

“Damn! You always look so refined and proper, but turns out you’re a wolf in sheep’s clothing. I’ve been gone less than a day and you’ve already brought a woman home!” David Sullivan gave him a look of utter contempt and flipped him the finger.

“She insisted on sharing the apartment with me.” Emily Clark explained.

“We’re brothers, why are you explaining? So what if you did? Liking women is a man’s nature, nothing to be ashamed of.” David Sullivan patted Emily Clark on the shoulder.

“She really insisted on sharing the apartment.” Emily Clark continued to defend his innocence.

David Sullivan was displeased, “Ziqing, that’s not cool, why are you still hiding things from me?”

Emily Clark was speechless, feeling like even if he jumped into the Yellow River he couldn’t clear his name.

Seeing Emily Clark’s silence, David Sullivan thought he was feeling guilty, so he leaned his fat face in and asked lewdly, “Is she pretty?”

Emily Clark’s mind flashed to Yvonne Foster’s youthful and handsome face. He couldn’t deny that the woman was indeed quite pretty.

“She’s alright, but…”

“What does she do?” David Sullivan cut him off before he could finish.

“Nurse.”

“Damn, a pretty nurse! Brother Yu, Brother Ziqing, my admiration for you is as endless as the Yangtze River. Forget the two thousand yuan, just teach me how to find a pretty nurse roommate in a day!”

“Get lost!”

Datang New Village arrived, and Emily Clark still couldn’t shake off the fat guy.

He walked home with a helpless look, thinking about how he’d just touched that woman’s breast, and wondering what earth-shattering thing might happen when he got home.

David Sullivan, meanwhile, wiggled his fat hips lewdly, following Emily Clark with a singsong voice.

Yvonne Foster, burning with anger, tidied up the room, then took a shower. With the fresh scent of her bath still lingering, she put on a blue T-shirt and white hot pants, and sat in the cramped living room/dining room watching the Korean drama “Full House.”

It was her favorite K-drama, and she often dreamed of one day becoming the heroine.

But today she was distracted, her big eyes glancing at the door from time to time, gritting her teeth each time she looked.

To scout out the situation first, Emily Clark dashed up to the seventh floor in one breath, leaving the panting fat guy far behind.

Hearing the door open, Yvonne Foster jumped up, grabbed an ashtray, and stood menacingly at the door.

As soon as the door opened a crack, Emily Clark felt a murderous aura mixed with a tempting fragrance rush at him.

Then he saw two long, beautiful legs glowing with healthy, alluring skin under the light. Following those legs upward, Emily Clark saw that youthful, handsome face now filled with murderous intent.