I have a wizarding world

October 12th.

Hilton International Hotel.

Fang Cheng woke up from the white-toned luxury bed in the presidential suite, looking at the still-sleeping girl beside him—no, she should be called a woman—and couldn't help but smile wryly.

A ray of morning sun shone on the girl's fair and rounded shoulders, exposed outside the quilt, and Fang Cheng couldn't help but recall last night's frenzy.

He didn't want to attribute his behavior last night to the after-effects of the Melo potion; in fact, it was quite enjoyable.

Thinking of this, he smiled wickedly.

Fang Cheng pulled up the quilt to cover the girl, got dressed, and got out of bed. He took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and then stood on the balcony, quietly watching the endless stream of vehicles outside the floor-to-ceiling window, like ants. Suddenly, a surge of heroism welled up in his heart.

He was savoring the rare tranquility of the morning when—

“Buzz!”

The sudden vibration of his phone interrupted Fang Cheng's thoughts. He frowned and took out his phone from his pocket.

Seven missed calls, three text messages, and more than a dozen WeChat messages.

Fang Cheng looked closely. Three of them were from Zhang Yun, undoubtedly asking why he didn't go back last night, and the remaining four were from unfamiliar numbers.

The current call was from an unfamiliar number.

Fang Cheng hesitated slightly and answered.

“Hello, is this Mr. Fang Cheng?”

Hearing this voice, Fang Cheng frowned. Early in the morning, he could hear a hint of obsequiousness in the voice through the phone. It would have been fine if it were a pleasant female voice, but it happened to be a man.

“Who are you?” Fang Cheng's mood was naturally not good, being disturbed so early in the morning.

“Mr. Fang, I am Cheng Yuan, the manager of the Min District Construction Bank branch in Shanghai.”

Hearing Fang Cheng's impolite words, Cheng Yuan didn't seem angry. Instead, he introduced himself.

Fang Cheng understood the other party's intentions after hearing the introduction, and couldn't help but find it amusing.

“Listen, I don't care who you are, but if you continue to harass me like this, I will consider switching banks.”

The manager on the other end sounded like a duck being choked, stammering for a long time without daring to speak. Eight hundred million in cash deposits was a huge amount for their small branch.

If he scared away such a big client, his position might really be in jeopardy.

“Yes, yes, yes I won't bother Mr. Fang then.” Then, amidst a series of apologies, Cheng Yuan hung up the phone.

After hanging up, Cheng Yuan touched his forehead, where there was no sweat, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Fang Cheng, which rich second-generation was he? Eight hundred million in deposits appeared in his account early in the morning, scaring him into personally verifying the information. If Fusheng Group, the remitter, hadn't repeatedly assured him, he would have almost thought the system had malfunctioned.

After hanging up, Fang Cheng thought for a moment and dialed Zhang Yun's number.

“Well, I was too busy last night, so I didn't go back. I was afraid of disturbing your rest.”

“Okay.”

“Well, you're busy, I won't talk anymore.”

After a few words of comfort, Fang Cheng hung up the phone.

“Is she your girlfriend?”

Behind Fang Cheng, a delicate and crisp female voice entered his ears. Hearing this voice was like drinking a mouthful of clear spring water in a dry desert, making his whole body comfortable.

This girl's voice is so nice!

Fang Cheng thought to himself.

“Yes,” Fang Cheng turned his head, immediately avoiding the topic, “You're awake? How did you sleep last night?”

Hearing these words, Xia Yuxuan seemed to recall the intimate entanglement between the two on the bed last night, and her ears turned red.

“It was alright.”

Looking at Xia Yuxuan's pitiful appearance, Fang Cheng felt amused.

“By the way, your name is…” For a moment, Fang Cheng forgot Xia Yuxuan's name. He was only focused on venting last night and didn't pay much attention to other things.

Thinking that the girl was still a virgin, Fang Cheng felt a little apologetic.

Hearing these words, Xia Yuxuan's heart darkened, and she forced herself to say with sadness, “My name is Xia Yuxuan.”

Her voice was barely audible. Fang Cheng twitched his lips. Even if he wasn't a skilled womanizer, he knew how much it hurt a girl to sleep with her without knowing her name, especially if she was a virgin.

Fang Cheng coughed lightly, “Wait here for me, I'll go downstairs to take care of something.”

After speaking, he ignored Xia Yuxuan's pitiful eyes and left as if he were escaping.

He arrived at the hotel lobby.

Fang Cheng walked to the front desk.

“Do you have black bags?”

“Mr. Fang, what kind of bag do you need? A backpack or a handbag?” The receptionist had already received a call from the service staff as soon as Fang Cheng came downstairs, informing her that Mr. Fang was downstairs.

Seeing the receptionist recognize him, Fang Cheng was slightly surprised. As expected of a five-star hotel, the service was excellent.

“A handbag will do.”

“Okay, Mr. Fang.” The receptionist replied with a smile.

In less than five minutes, a black handbag was delivered to Fang Cheng.

“Help me send a breakfast to my room.”

Fang Cheng thought for a moment and instructed the front desk.

“Okay, Mr. Fang.”

After instructing the front desk, Fang Cheng left the Hilton directly. He drove the Bentley that Tan Wei had left behind last night and went straight to a bank.

“Sir, if you want to conduct business, please take a number and queue up over there.”

Inside the bank lobby, a staff member kindly reminded him.

Fang Cheng looked at the ordinary savings card in his hand and obediently lined up. There were very few people in the morning, and he was called in less than five minutes.

“Please come to service desk number 23.”

Following the voice in the broadcast, Fang Cheng sat down in front of the service desk.

“What kind of business do you want to conduct?”

The counter staff seemed not to be fully awake yet, and her attitude was somewhat indifferent.

“Withdraw money.” Fang Cheng handed over the card.

“How much do you want to withdraw?” The staff member casually took the savings card and asked nonchalantly.

“One million,” Fang Cheng thought for a moment, “Withdraw two million.”

Hearing this number, the counter staff perked up. After hesitating for a moment, she slowly said, “How much do you want to withdraw?”

“Two million.”

Fang Cheng's tone was firm.

Seeing that Fang Cheng didn't seem to be joking, the counter staff swiped Fang Cheng's card, and then was stunned by the string of zeros in Fang Cheng's card.

“One two three four five six seven eight nine.”

Nine digits. The staff member silently counted them again, and then handed the card over with a friendly attitude, whispering, “Sir, two million is a relatively large amount. Please come with us to the VIP room to complete the withdrawal.”

Before she finished speaking, a middle-aged man wearing a suit and tie, with shiny leather shoes, walked over quickly.

“Hello, Mr. Fang. I am the manager of this bank. My surname is Qin. Please come with me to the VIP room to complete the transaction.”

After speaking, he made a gesture of invitation, his attitude respectful.

Fang Cheng nodded.

Inside the VIP room, Fang Cheng couldn't resist the manager's persistent persuasion and opened a gold card, declining a bunch of wealth management advice.

Walking out of the bank, Fang Cheng carried two black briefcases, one containing one million in cash. The previously prepared handbag was not used.

Fang Cheng threw the two briefcases into the car, drove back to the hotel.

When Fang Cheng returned to the presidential suite he had booked, Xia Yuxuan was sitting in the suite's dining room eating breakfast.

“Knock knock!”

Fang Cheng placed the two briefcases on the dining table and looked at Xia Yuxuan.

Then, he opened the briefcases in front of her. Most people probably haven't seen what two million in cash looks like.

Stacks of brand-new banknotes lay neatly in the briefcases, looking very tempting.

“You you what does this mean?” Xia Yuxuan tightly gripped the fork in her hand, her face flushed, then turned pale.

“From now on, I'll take care of you.”

Fang Cheng stared straight at her, speaking with confidence.

Xia Yuxuan's chest rose and fell, her face pale, and a line of tears flowed down her cheeks.

“I I,” she stood up, tears in her eyes, “I'm not doing this for money.”

This sentence seemed to exhaust all her strength. After saying this, she slumped back down.

Fang Cheng's first reaction upon hearing this sentence was confusion.

Not for money, then what for?

Xia Yuxuan wiped away her tears, stood up, bowed to Fang Cheng, then turned and ran out in tears.

Is she sick?

Fang Cheng thought to himself.