Your Beloved Sweetheart Is Online

Chapter 2062 - 2065: Tomorrow at 8 PM, Dinner Is on Me

Sheng Sheng rubbed his eyebrows and sat in the car. He just repaid his dad ten billion, now he’s a pauper, rushed on an overnight flight, both hungry and tired. He walked into his apartment, yanked off his tie, and flopped onto the bed without even taking off his shoes, falling asleep instantly.

Less than ten minutes into his sleep, the phone rang, but he was dead to the world, sleeping like a log.

Maimai sat on the sofa, continuously dialing his phone twice with no answer. She pouted, "That turtle egg won’t pick up my call."

Wenqing glanced over and said, "Then just forget it, we signed anyway, the hefty breach fee isn’t worth it."

"Tricked once by him, and now a second time?" Maimai refused, immediately sending him a message: "Turtle egg, I want to terminate the contract with Precious Heart, sort it out yourself!"

Sheng Sheng woke up five hours later.

He didn’t like having a bunch of attendants, so he bought a two-floor apartment with a total area of just 400 square meters in the bustling city center himself, merged the upper and lower floors, creating an entirely open house. He cooked some porridge in the kitchen, added some green onions, and went back to the bedroom to shower. When he came out, he was wrapped in just a bathrobe, exposing everything above the waist.

Sheng Sheng, drying his hair, walked to the bedside to pick up his phone, opened the balcony door, and looked down at the Los Angeles night view.

There were several unread messages and missed calls, but Sheng Sheng didn’t care, until he saw the sender’s name, then he abruptly snapped to full alertness.

"Turtle egg, I want to terminate the contract with Precious Heart, sort it out yourself!"

"Stubborn turtle egg, don’t think you can just play dead, I want to terminate the contract with Precious Heart! Terminate!"

"Turtle egg! Did you hear me?"

"Hmph, stinky turtle egg, I won’t compromise, I’d rather pay you the breach fee!"

"..."

There were over twenty messages in total, each one more agitated than the last, Sheng Sheng frowned: Who leaked this information?

The fact that Sheng Sheng established Precious Heart Entertainment Group himself wasn’t known to many, but Maimai sending such messages today surely meant someone leaked it. Sheng Sheng walked back inside, poured himself a glass of milk, and sat on the sofa, letting out a cold laugh, traced back who knew about it, and guessed it was likely due to repaying the ten billion to his dad that caused a stir among a few friends, leading to the leak!

They are truly ignorant, ruining his plans!

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The next second, his lips curved into a smile. It’s rare for Maimai to send him messages or calls, a once-in-a-lifetime event. Sheng Sheng found an excuse to engage with Maimai, immediately dialing her back, but he hung up halfway, pondered, and texted her back: "Let’s meet and talk. Tomorrow at eight in the evening, I’ll treat you to dinner."

Soon, a message came back: "Okay! Godfather!"

Seeing the message, Sheng Sheng was both amused and exasperated.

He also thought of the online rumors claiming he’s an eighty-year-old geezer, further alleging Maimai latched onto him, the old geezer. Staring at those words, he leaned quietly against the sofa, then started chuckling to himself, "I don’t want to be your godfather, I just want to be your husband."