I Turned Filthy Rich Just By Sleeping With Women?!-Chapter 33: The Price Of Arrogance

"Nothing, I was just brushing some ash off Meilin's shoulder," Zhao Yiming answered casually, his voice calm as he gently brushed Su Meilin's shoulder—deliberately calling her by her given name.

Jin Haolong narrowed his eyes. "Who the hell are you?" he asked, voice sharp and demanding.

He grabbed Meilin's shoulder roughly, forcing her to step away from Yiming. She looked visibly uncomfortable.

"Well," Zhao Yiming shrugged, unfazed. "I rent one of your lousy rooms, that's all."

"Huh." Jin turned to Su Meilin, silently demanding confirmation.

She gave a small nod. "This is Zhao Yiming... you know, the one who's always late paying rent."

Jin Haolong scoffed, then let out a mocking laugh. "Ah, so this is that bastard alcoholic who gambled away all his money and ended up with nothing!" His tone was dripping with contempt.

Zhao Yiming's eyes darkened. 'Hmph! Arrogant brat!'

It was the same tone... the same expression Jin Haolong used when talking to Lao Chen—his old self. That same condescending, arrogant way of looking down on people.

"Right," Yiming said coolly. "But I made a little luck at the tables last night. Bought myself a car, too."

With that, he clicked his key, and the doors of his brand-new Rolls Royce Wraith opened with a sleek sound.

Jin's jaw nearly dropped. He stared at the car, taking in the luxury, the flawless polish, the unmistakable scent of wealth.

He let out a low whistle. "Whoa... I didn't think a guy like you could score something like that."

His entire demeanor changed.

Gone was the arrogance—in its place, a sudden reverence. His tone dropped lower, more respectful, like a servant suddenly realizing he'd insulted a nobleman.

Indeed, Jin Haolong's true god was money. He reeked of greed.

Zhao Yiming tilted his head slightly, watching the shift in real time. 'Though... being looked at as someone above him isn't that bad.'

Still, he couldn't help but find it ridiculous—how fast someone's attitude could change the moment they realized you were rich.

'Is a man's worth really so cheap—measured by the shine of his car?' he thought, half amused, half disgusted.

["The God of Richness & Love frowns upon Jin Haolong and sends you a message!"]

["Tch! What a shameless man! People like him are the reason even the gods lose faith in humanity!"]

[The deity grants you 1000 AP to face slap him!]

Zhao Yiming narrowed his eyes as he read the message, just as Jin Haolong spoke up again:

"Sure, winning money through gambling is impressive... but what's the point if you're still living in that hellhole of yours?"

His voice had returned to its usual smug arrogance, dismissing Zhao Yiming's wealth like it was a fleeting trick.

'Hah? This brat dares to look down on me again?' Zhao Yiming grit his teeth but forced a smile.

'This little punk needs a real slap—physically and financially!'

Jin Haolong casually dusted off his suit. "It'll all be gone within a week if someone like you's in charge of it," he scoffed.

Then he turned to Su Meilin, his voice thick with disdain. "This is the kind of man you should never associate with."

Zhao Yiming clenched his fists, but his expression remained composed—too composed. An idea flashed through his mind, and his lips curled into a smirk.

"You're right," he said smoothly. "So why don't you show me one of the units in your third building? I'm planning to move out of that hellhole anyway."

Jin barked out a laugh, slapping Yiming's shoulder with all the grace of a drunk peasant.

"What, you win a few rounds and suddenly you think you're some landlord? You'll be broke again in no time, I guarantee it."

He clicked his tongue. "People like you... always chasing fortune without learning how to hold onto it. Probably didn't even finish high school, eh?"

Zhao Yiming raised his brows and let out a hearty laugh—like a tiger yawning before it bites. Without another word, he stepped into his Rolls Royce, opened his system, and transferred $1,000,000 into a duffel bag.

He casually tossed the heavy bag at Jin Haolong's feet. It hit the ground with a satisfying thud.

"Is that enough to buy one of your apartments?" Zhao Yiming asked coldly. "Or would you prefer I buy out an entire floor?"

Jin opened the bag and was met with stacks upon stacks of crisp $100 bills. His smirk faded. His eye twitched.

For a moment, disbelief flickered across his face—followed by thinly veiled resentment.

But money was money.

And Jin Haolong was shameless enough to bow to anyone who had it—even a so-called drunkard.

"Of course, it's enough," he said stiffly. "Right this way, Mr. Zhao."

Zhao Yiming followed with a victorious smirk tugging at his lips, already hearing the cheers from his favorite degenerate deity:

["HAHA! FACE-SLAPPING HEAVEN UNLOCKED! 1,000 AP BONUS—TREAT YOURSELF TO A SPA, KING! GET YOUR TOENAILS POLISHED IN GOLD IF YOU WANT!"]

After that, Jin Haolong brought them to the penthouse on the top floor of the apartment.

Along the way, he flaunted every hallway, exaggerated every detail, and praised the place like it was a palace blessed by heaven itself.

"This baby costs $5,000 per month. If that's too much, I can show you the basic units instead," he offered smugly.

Zhao Yiming rolled his eyes. He could tell this penthouse was mid-tier at best. Five grand a month? That was daylight robbery.

But did he care?

Not at all. The money he earned in the past 24 hours alone—thanks to his new system and a few lucky targets—was more than enough to cover the rent.

"That's too cheap for me," he replied calmly, shoving his hands in his pockets. "Don't you have anything more expensive?"

Zhao Yiming wasn't the type to flaunt his wealth unnecessarily—but this bastard? This bastard deserved to be crushed under a mountain of cash.

Jin Haolong laughed awkwardly, trying to keep up. "Ah, I see... as expected of Mr. Zhao." His tone still carried a faint but undeniable hint of sarcasm.

They finally arrived at the penthouse. It was actually pretty decent. Spacious, polished, modern. Honestly, Zhao Yiming had never set foot in a place this nice before.

Too much space for one man—but he'd find a way to fill it.

As Jin kept rambling about "Italian marble" and "custom light fixtures," Su Meilin nudged him with her elbow. She looked nervous, and whispered under her breath:

"How did you get that much money...?"

Zhao Yiming blinked. He didn't really have a solid excuse prepared, so he defaulted to the classic fallback:

"My old man died and left me everything," he said smoothly. "Big inheritance. Enough to live in luxury for the rest of my life."

She didn't look fully convinced—but she also didn't press the issue. After all, she barely knew him. What could she say?

Zhao Yiming was about to change the subject when a sudden system alert blared in front of his eyes:

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[The God of Richness & Love has read one too many NTR doujins and has issued you a Degeneracy Quest!]

[Steal The Wife Right Now!: Do something inappropriate to her when her husband's not looking! The hotter it gets, the bigger the reward!]

[Choose your perverted act!]

• Easy Mode: Hold her hand and whisper sweet nothings in her ear.

[Success Rate: 100%]

• Normal Mode: Steal a kiss when her husband isn't looking.

[Success Rate: 80%]

• Hard Mode: Grab her ass and slip a finger into her pussy.

[Success Rate: 50%]