Jiang Luo froze for a moment, suddenly realizing something, and quickly turned to look behind him.
Those eight characters weren’t Huo Zongzhuo’s style—they were his own. Only he would be so bold and showy. And now, with those two pieces hanging here…
Jiang Luo’s mind raced. Pointing at the wall, he asked Huo Zongzhuo in astonishment, “You don’t mean for me to live here too, do you?”
Huo Zongzhuo stood at the doorway, expression gentle, a smile playing on his lips: “Otherwise?”
“‘Daily Profits’ and ‘Richest in Haicheng’… you wrote them for yourself?”
Jiang Luo’s shock deepened: “You want us to live together?”
Huo Zongzhuo smiled softly: “I can’t possibly live alone in such a big place.”
Jiang Luo pressed further: “So the two of us can live here together?”
Huo Zongzhuo chuckled: “What choice do we have? The place is bought, not going to leave it empty, right?”
“You can’t stay in a hotel forever. There has to be a place to settle.”
Huo Zongzhuo almost said outright: this was bought for you.
But Jiang Luo was clever enough to understand. He knew Huo wasn’t from Haicheng. Here, Huo Zongzhuo had no relatives, no roots. He wouldn’t spend such a fortune on a property unless it was for a reason—unless it was for him.
Looking at Huo Zongzhuo, Jiang Luo felt a complex wave of emotion, trying to steady himself. He said softly, “Huo Zongzhuo, Wukang Road… this place is Wukang Road.”
The unspoken meaning: this is an expensive area.
Jiang Luo spoke earnestly: “You could’ve bought anywhere. Why Wukang Road?”
Huo raised an eyebrow, shrugging: “You could buy a house in Jing’an, same as Wang Chuang’s family. One room for you, one for me. Wouldn’t cost much.”
He looked at Jiang Luo warmly: “Besides, it’s for you, so of course it has to be nice.”
Ah…
Jiang Luo sighed. He truly felt that Huo Zongzhuo was too good to him.
He looked at Huo Zongzhuo, unsure what to say or what expression to wear. Even his naturally proud and lofty self could only feel awe and gratitude. Truly, Huo Zongzhuo was too good to him.
“Dad~ Dad~”
Words failed him. He opened his arms and embraced Huo Zongzhuo.
Holding him close, Jiang Luo closed his eyes: “How can you be this good to me?”
“Am I really your biological father?” Huo Zongzhuo’s smile brushed past Jiang Luo’s ear.
Jiang Luo sighed again: “This must’ve cost a fortune. Was it extremely expensive?”
It was beyond what mere money could buy. Jiang Luo could imagine the effort Huo Zongzhuo had gone through to secure it.
“I wish sometimes you’d be a little mean to me.”
“Otherwise, I’d wonder if I really am your father,” Huo Zongzhuo replied.
“Thinking about how good you are to me… does that mean one day I’ll have to marry you and become Mrs. Huo?”
Huo laughed so hard his chest shook. He put an arm around Jiang Luo’s back, holding him gently: “Once we have our own place, we’ll cancel the hotel room. You need a stable home.”
“You always stay in hotels. I care about that.”
He continued: “The man you just met, Wang Junqing, he works for me. You can trust him. Let him drive you, run errands, or protect you when needed.”
Ah…
Jiang Luo sighed again, hugging Huo tighter: “How can someone in this world be like you? So good to me.”
Huo Zongzhuo smiled, patting Jiang Luo’s back: “We’re close. We even spend New Year together. Of course, I’ll treat you well.”
“From now on, you live here. Pick the room you like.”
Jiang Luo: “This one, then.”
One night of sudden wealth, and now the richest in Haicheng.
“You’ll live next to me.”
Done.
“Fine,” Huo agreed without objection.
Jiang Luo closed his eyes again: “Thank you. Really, thank you so much.”
Huo bent slightly, adjusting Jiang Luo’s head: “No need for formalities between us.”
“Mm,” Jiang Luo nodded: “I’m not being formal.”
“I know,” Huo replied, his voice soft.
“And if you’re tired from driving back and forth, let Wang Junqing drive for you. He lives nearby, can come anytime.”
“The house, if you don’t like the setup, pick what you want. No need to clean—it’s all handled by the housekeeper. You focus on the factory and business.”
Jiang Luo didn’t know if he heard everything. He hummed into Huo’s shoulder: “I might as well change my surname to Huo. Okay, Dad?”
Huo chuckled, adjusting the back of Jiang Luo’s head with his palm.
And just like that, Jiang Luo no longer stayed at the Hilton. The next day, he moved to Wukang Road.
He also stopped driving himself, giving the keys to Wang Junqing, having him drive.
He had asked Huo about Wang Junqing’s background. Huo kept it brief: once a mine owner in Jiangxi, had an accident at the mine that killed a few people, went to prison for several years.
When released, his wife had remarried, his mother and daughter had died, so he joined Huo. He had trained in Sanda, strong physique—Huo could trust him to protect Jiang Luo if needed.
At the factory, Wang Junqing didn’t speak much. Driving steadily, he got them to Juxiang Town quietly.
Wang Chuang, seeing this large, imposing man with Jiang Luo, was curious, a bit annoyed: “I’ve been driving for you. Why the new driver?”
Jiang Luo ignored the jab: “Ah Qing, take him away.”
Wang Junqing, expressionless, stood up and, in a single motion, lifted Wang Chuang like a chick and escorted him out.
Jiang Luo smirked. This man was useful.
Meanwhile, Xiao Lu, Jiang Luo’s secretary, was intimidated. At over 1.9 meters tall, massive, expressionless, and standing over him silently, Wang Junqing looked like a trained enforcer.
Nervously, Xiao Lu asked: “How much do you eat at once? Is a pound of rice enough?”
Wang Junqing glanced down at him, the height difference making Xiao Lu feel tiny: “I don’t eat that much. I’m not a rice bucket.”
“Oh… haha, my mistake,” Xiao Lu stammered. Does Jiang really need such a person as a driver? He seemed like a killer… or maybe a bodyguard. Hopefully, he won’t hurt me. QAQ