Beauty, hotel, room reservation, nine o'clock at night—words that sparked the imagination. Each keyword alone was enough to send one's thoughts racing.

However, Qin Heng was no ordinary man; his expression remained calm. He opened the voice message and said indifferently, "Speak properly."

Obviously, the previous voice message had been a joke. Qin Heng could tell.

DING-DONG!

Chu Qixi sent another voice message on WeChat.

"Oh, Young Master Qin, you're really meticulous. Actually, it's An Qi's birthday tonight. We're holding a party at the Hilton Hotel and would like to invite you. Plus, we've already booked a room for you there."

An Qi, Wei Anqi?

Qin Heng thought of the astute girl he had met on the cruise ship that day. She wore a schoolgirl outfit with a mini skirt, revealing a good figure and perfect legs. She was also very beautiful, even more attractive than Chu Qixi. Moreover, as Qu Linglong's close friend, Wei Anqi was far more perceptive and intellectual than Chu Qixi, with a keen eye for detail. Qin Heng had even had a conversation with her.

Qin Heng's impression of Wei Anqi was even better than his impression of Qu Linglong.

"Alright, I'll be there," Qin Heng replied.

"Don't be late, Young Master Qin," Chu Qixi replied. "The birthday party officially starts at nine o'clock, but guests can start arriving at eight."

「At that moment, in the presidential suite of the Hilton Hotel at the Qins' Port.」

Wei Anqi was wearing a bright, shoulder-baring, goose-yellow dress, a blush on her pretty face. She glanced at Chu Qixi and said, "Qixi, you really invited Qin Heng? Does he, does he have the time?"

"Why wouldn't he have time?" Chu Qixi laughed as she glanced at Qu Linglong sitting beside her. "Linglong's here, and so is An Qi—both great beauties!"

"I suppose Mr. Qin must be very busy," Qu Linglong's small face turned pink as she spoke with a hint of embarrassment.

Both she and Wei Anqi wanted to invite Qin Heng but were too shy and embarrassed to ask. Finally, it was Chu Qixi, who was more outspoken and uninhibited, who directly invited him via WeChat.

"You two are just too reserved," Chu Qixi gave them both a look. "If I weren't against dating rich young masters, I would have pursued him long ago. By the way, you two should think this through. Don't let some jerk ruin our sisterly bond. There's a saying that goes, men are all pigs..."

"What are you talking about, Qixi! I just wanted to thank him for taking us on his cruise last time, nothing more," Wei Anqi exclaimed, waving her hands dismissively.

"Me too. He's saved me several times. I just want to take this opportunity to thank him," Qu Linglong quickly clarified as well.

"Explaining is just a cover-up," Chu Qixi laughed.

「It was a little after seven in the evening.」

Qin Heng drove a Rolls-Royce, worth over 12,000,000 yuan, to the Hilton Hotel at the Qins' Port.

This was one of the most upscale hotels in Tianhai. Even the most basic room cost over 1,000 yuan per night, and the luxury presidential suite cost 40,000 to 50,000 yuan a night! It was completely beyond what ordinary people could afford.

Moreover, the hotel hosted various celebrations, such as opening ceremonies, weddings, and birthday banquets—each event cost at least 1,000,000 yuan, with some even reaching tens of millions! This was far beyond what ordinary people could imagine!

As Qin Heng stepped out of the parking lot, he saw a woman in her sixties picking up garbage. She used a stick with a hook to sift through trash bins, hooking out anything usable and placing it in her bag.

In front of this elderly woman was the glamorous Qins' Port, ablaze with lights and neon—a stark contrast between the glamorous, well-dressed elite and the struggling poor, vividly displayed at that moment.

Qin Heng sighed softly, feeling a little emotional. This class gap is unavoidable, whether in the human world or the Immortal Realm; it's been the same throughout history.

He observed the elderly woman struggling, unable to hook the trash deeper inside the bins, sweating profusely. She was a pitiable sight.

Qin Heng bought a bottle of water and walked over, smiling. "Please, take a rest and have some water. I'll help you get those things out."

The old lady was startled at first. Looking at Qin Heng and then at the water in his hand, her eyes immediately moistened. She nodded repeatedly, saying, "Thank you, thank you, kind sir! Thank you so much!"

Although Qin Heng wore ordinary, modest clothes, in the old lady's eyes, such a kind person was truly a benefactor.

Qin Heng took the old lady's hook and sack. After fishing around in the trash can, he hooked several plastic bottles and placed them in the sack.

This scene was witnessed by a group of young people in a passing Mercedes. They were all in their twenties, clearly recent university graduates from wealthy families. Seeing Qin Heng, a man about their age, picking up trash, they immediately started laughing.

"HA HA HA! Talk about disparities! Some of us are born upper-class, while that kid by the roadside is destined to be a trash-picking good-for-nothing."

"Exactly! Look at that kid. The money he makes picking trash for a year probably isn't even enough for a cheap watch I'd buy on a whim. He's just low-class."

"PSHH! That's probably not even half the cost of one of my makeup sets. Why is riffraff like him in Tianhai? Just looking at him ruins my mood. Low-class loser, go back to your village!"

After helping the old lady pick up a few bottles, Qin Heng returned her things and also secretly handed her a few thousand yuan.

After leaving, he wondered, Should I set up a foundation to support elderly scavengers?

In his previous life, Qin Heng had lost his parents at the age of six. Before his journey to the Immortal Realm, he was taken care of by a couple who scavenged for a living. This had given him a special empathy for the lower strata of society.

As he pondered this, Qin Heng unknowingly arrived at the entrance of the Hilton Hotel.

He stepped inside.

The interior was awash with lights. The 1,000-square-meter venue had been transformed into a birthday party setting, with hundreds of tables set up. Every ten meters, there were long buffet tables laden with fine food and wine for guests to enjoy. Beyond these, the venue was equipped with various projectors, stages, large screens, and other facilities, the cost of which was probably in the millions!

A birthday party costing millions! Ordinary people couldn't even imagine such a luxurious lifestyle.

Many handsome men, beautiful women, and prominent business figures were gathered there to attend Wei Anqi's birthday party. Evidently, this girl's identity was extraordinary.

While others came in groups, Qin Heng was alone. He was just about to find a place to sit when, suddenly, he heard a voice calling out.

"Hey, you, you're that... I'm 233!" A young and pretty girl rushed over, while the young man at her side had a slight change in expression.

Qin Heng was taken aback and looked over.

The girl was in her early twenties, with a fresh and pretty face, light makeup, exuding a natural, pure beauty like a lotus in clear water. She was dressed in an alluring, moon-white, off-the-shoulder evening gown.

Seeing her, Qin Heng remembered—she was the livestreamer he had casually tipped 200,000 yuan to a few days ago at Changtai Plaza.

She's also attending Wei Anqi's birthday party?

"Hello, I'm 233, um... my name is Ai Shan Shan. I didn't expect to see you here," Ai Shan Shan said, somewhat excitedly. She had always wanted to find that man and return the money but never had the chance.

"My name is Qin Heng." Qin Heng smiled and nodded, sensing that this girl was kind-hearted.

"Shan Shan, who is this guy? Do you know him?" The man who had been standing beside Ai Shan Shan walked over, frowning, and looked at Qin Heng with displeasure.

He considered Ai Shan Shan his prey for the night, but suddenly, Cheng Yaojin had appeared halfway through. However, the man noticed that Qin Heng wasn't wearing any brand-name items; his clothes looked like cheap, street-stall goods that probably cost only a few hundred yuan in total. This reassured him, but he still didn't plan to let Qin Heng off the hook.

"He, uh…" Ai Shan Shan began to speak but then abruptly realized she didn't know much about Qin Heng at all. How should I introduce him? After thinking for a bit, she tentatively said, "He's, like, my... livestream viewer?"

Her friends knew that Ai Shan Shan occasionally livestreamed.

"Oh, so he's one of your fans?" Hearing this, the man's expression turned even more disdainful. He looked at Qin Heng with utter contempt and yelled, "Security! Security! Come here! There's a stalker fan of Ms. Ai Shan Shan here! He's followed her, intending to harass Ms. Ai Shan Shan! Get him out of here now!!"

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