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The handsome rich second-generation heir, Qian Wenwu, was the son of a billionaire from Tianfu City. The chubby guy, Li Chengdu, was also a wealthy heir from Tianfu City, while another handsome man, Sun Rong, was yet another rich second-generation from the same place.
The two young women, both in their early twenties and strikingly beautiful, were dressed in thick down jackets. Despite their heavy clothing, their exquisite makeup made them stand out in this high-altitude region. Many people in the restaurant were sneaking glances at them.
The long-haired girl was named Chen Shuifeng, and the girl with a ponytail was called Xiong Sumei. They were both daughters of affluent families from Tianfu City.
Jiang Chen had initially paid little attention to this group, focusing instead on his meal while scrolling through the accumulated WeChat messages and notifications from the past two years. However, when he overheard them talking about some divine mountain, he felt a flicker of interest.
In recent years, Earth had surprised Jiang Chen many times, so he didn’t dismiss seemingly mythical legends as mere jokes.
“There’s still about five hours of travel left until we reach the vicinity of the divine mountain; it should be dark by then,” Qian Wenwu said, being the only one among them who had seen the divine mountain before.
“That’s too far! If I had known, I wouldn’t have come. This plateau has such harsh conditions; it can’t compare to our Tianfu City at all,” Li Chengdu lamented regretfully. His health was not great to begin with, and the altitude sickness made him uncomfortable, causing him to reconsider his decision.
“Once you see the divine mountain, you’ll realize this trip is worth it. The brief beauty of the divine mountain is something you’ll find hard to see again in your lifetime,” Qian Wenwu replied with a smile.
“Qian Wenwu, is this divine mountain really that amazing? If my wish doesn’t come true, I’ll hold you accountable,” Chen Shuifeng said.
“Beauty Chen, wishing requires sincerity. You’ve asked about it seven or eight times on the way here; what exactly do you wish for? If you’re wishing to marry me, I’m afraid that won’t work,” Qian Wenwu joked.
“Dream on! Your family isn’t considered a true wealthy family in my eyes. I want to marry into a prestigious family from Hong Kong Island or Beijing,” Chen Shuifeng retorted.
“And what about you, Beauty Xiong? What wish are you planning to make? Don’t tell me you also want to marry into a wealthy family from Hong Kong Island or Beijing?” Qian Wenwu asked with a smile as he looked at Xiong Sumei.
These five individuals had known each other since childhood due to their families’ connections and could be considered “friends for life.” They enjoyed eating, drinking, and having fun together. The three boys had no interest in pursuing either of the two familiar beauties; they were surrounded by many attractive girls who were just as captivating as Xiong Sumei and Chen Shuifeng. Their friendship had become so familiar that there was no longer any thrill in pursuing them.
Xiong Sumei raised her eyelids slightly and spoke with an air of pride. “What’s the point of marrying into a wealthy family? I don’t want to be used as a tool for an arranged marriage. The love I yearn for is one where I can have someone’s heart and never part ways.”
“What you just said is like saying nothing at all. Who doesn’t long for such love? But if the other person is broke and unattractive, would you still like them?” Qian Wenwu laughed.
“Money doesn’t matter much; my family is well-off. As long as they’re not too ugly and I find them pleasing to the eye, that’s enough. The most important thing is that they have masculinity and can give me a sense of security—knowing martial arts would be a bonus,” Xiong Sumei replied.
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