t, and she felt truly at ease. From now on, she would enjoy her retirement life to the fullest. She would devote herself to the library and Hope Elementary School, and spend time with her grandchildre...Gu Ruandong was indeed not a respectable person, but that didn't mean he liked this vulgar kind of romantic affair. The Baoli Club at night, shrouded in golden and glittering lights, looked like a palace, luxurious and mysterious. He parked his car in the parking lot and received a call, his expression cold. He took the last puff of his cigarette, crushed it underfoot in the ground, and then looked up at Chen Xinmin and Da Jin who had chased him out.

All those around him were familiar with him well enough to know when something serious was up just by the look in his eye. They quickly put away their lighthearted smiles and asked him in a serious tone, >>>

“Young Gu, what's wrong”

"Go to the hospital, Bao Shu is about to die."

Several people's expressions immediately turned serious as they quickly got into their respective cars. Gu Ruandong's car was in the front, driving the fastest. In the dead of night, several luxury cars roared toward the hospital.

In the VIP ward, the man who once ruled the underworld lay frail and weak on his deathbed. Chen Xinmin, Jin Haoyu, Xu Zefang and others crowded around him, these once-feared gangsters now shedding genuine tears as they held Bao Shu's hand.

Back then, when they first arrived in Senzhou with Gu Ruandong, they managed to make a name for themselves on the streets and weathered numerous dangers thanks to Bao Shu's protection. Although these past few years have seen the decline of powerful figures, as Gu Ruandong said, when walking the path of righteousness, one must always put loyalty first.

The top-tier VIP ward in this hospital was arranged by Gu Ruandong for his "Uncle." Originally, the Baoli Club, built according to Uncle's preferences, not only had a luxurious name but also lavish decorations.

He did these things, yet never mentioned them to anyone.

Even at this moment, he merely leaned against the window, gazing at Uncle Bao who was still clinging to his last breath on the bed. His eyes held no discernible emotion, only slightly furrowed brows hinting at what lay beneath.

Uncle Bao was gaping with his parched mouth, opening and closing as if he wanted to speak. Chen Xinmin leaned in and whispered:

"Uncle Bao, if you have anything to say, just say it."

"Looking for Mr. Gu, are you"

Chen Ximin hurriedly made way and looked at Gu Ruandong.

Only then did Gu Ruandong walk over and sit beside the bed, looking at Baoshu.

"Uncle Bao seemed to have used his last bit of strength, clutching Gu Ruandong's hand tightly: "Bao...Sang... Bao Sang, please...I beg you."

After he finished speaking, his long-dry eyes blazed like torches, staring at Gu Ruandong until he nodded. Only then did the heart rate on the monitor beside him slowly become a straight line, beeping rhythmically, while his blazing eyes never closed.

Gu Ruandong reached out and touched his eyes, touching them several times before they finally closed.

In the ward, there was only the sound of crying from Chen Xinmin, Dagjin, Dafang and others. Gu Ruandong held Uncle Bao's hand until it turned cold and stiff before letting go.

He said nothing, got up and leaned against the window, opening it and lighting a cigarette.

Chen Xinmin recovered and asked, "Should we notify Baosang"

"No notification." Gu Ruandong answered without hesitation.

"That's right, Bao Sang has already been in prison for almost 5 years and will have to stay there for several more years. There's no point in telling her now; it would only cause unnecessary pain."

Once all the emotions have calmed down,

Xu Zefang said: "This really can't let Baosang know, and it's best to keep the funeral low-key. Otherwise, if she knew that Boss Bao was gone, something might happen."

That woman has a temper just like Bao Shu when he was young, quite fierce.

Gu Ruandong didn't respond to that, only saying, "You guys take care of Baoshu's funeral arrangements."

Knowing they would give Bao Shu a grand burial, he left the hospital without looking back.

Back home, it was already dawn. His villa at Huating No. 1 bathed in the morning light. At the end of the sprawling lawn, the sunrise painted the horizon, a picturesque and comfortable scene.

The housemaid saw him and hurried to ask, "Mr. Gu, would you like breakfast"

He waved his hand, saying no, and went straight upstairs. He showered and changed into another black suit, then went out again.

The nanny has also gotten used to him frequently staying overnight outside. He comes back in the morning, takes a shower and changes his clothes before leaving again. This luxurious villa is devoid of life except for a few nannies, security guards, and drivers.

The driver drove, Gu Ruandong sat in the back seat with his eyes closed. His mind flickered through all sorts of past moments with Bao Shu and his father and daughter, but in the end, only the image of flashing swords and that pair of unblinking eyes remained, seeming to stare straight at him.

He suddenly opened his eyes and looked out the window. On the giant advertisement screen of the Gu Group Building in the distance, a replay of last night's charity gala was being broadcast.

The girl, like a fairy descending to earth, was surrounded by flowers. She was pure and clear, untouched by any dust, and her heart gradually brightened from the darkness it had been in just moments before.

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Early in the morning, when Sister Hao saw the disbursement documents brought over by the finance department, she felt a rush of blood to her head. Last night, she just wanted her to make an appearance, walk the red carpet, and follow the trend by donating a few hundred thousand yuan.

The little princess is truly out of touch with the common people, donating millions in film paychecks just like that. Hao Jie's heart aches just thinking about it. But the little princess looks innocent: "It's just pocket money anyway, I'll just buy a little less stuff."

Assistant Shanshan had been hurt so deeply that she felt numb: “Yes, allowance. Yaoyao said it would be deducted from her account.”

Hao Jie didn't dare scold Lu YaoYao, but she freely scolded the assistant: "You followed her last night and didn't try to persuade her. Instead, you went along with her mischief What kind of status does she have now She can easily spend millions. Don't you see that Gu Group is only ranked second, and even Xu Zhao, a film queen, only donated 500,000 Are they poorer than us Aren't you just making yourself a target for people to shoot at"

Lu Yao Yao only then reacted, "Gu Ruizhi Group donated less than I did That Gu Ruandong is too stingy, isn't he"

Last night, I saw him looking so proper, yet he donated less than her.

Hao Jie had a headache and realized she was wrong. Lu Yaoyao, as a newcomer to the entertainment industry, attended this charity gala for the first time last night. With her usual spending habits, she naturally didn't mind a few million yuan. It was just two months' worth of pocket money for her. She was also kind-hearted, so she readily said she would donate.

“It’s my fault for not explaining this clearly. These charity dinners seem like they're doing good by helping those in need, but the truth is, the organizers use them to promote themselves. They invite celebrities like you to boost their image and gain exposure. It's a win-win situation. You'll see these kinds of events often, so the donations are just symbolic gestures.”

Hǎo Jie felt she had explained clearly enough, and Lü Yáo yáo had indeed listened clearly and understood. However, when she returned

“As long as it truly helps those in need, it’s a win-win for all parties involved. So spend a little more if you have to. And who cares what others think or do My money is mine to spend however I want, I can afford it.”

"Regardless of reason or not, Hao Jie didn't say anything more: “Alright, alright, consider it as you spending money to promote yourself. Now labels like 'rich heiress' and 'socialite' are firmly attached to you, there's no tearing them off.” "

Lu Yaoyao said very frankly, "These labels are quite realistic. I can't just stick labels like 'acting school' or 'artist' on myself!"and series as her anklet.He propped himself up on the windowsill with one hand, watching those slender high heels. His fingers tapped lightly on the car window, seemingly at random. He felt a sudden u...