Chapter 13: What Do You Take Me For?

Autumn Rain Dream fiercely kicked Cao Mang in the lower back, producing a dull thud. Her skills weren’t bad—her taekwondo lessons hadn’t been wasted. Yet, while Cao Mang was completely unscathed, she was knocked to the ground by the rebound, tears streaming from the pain.

She scrambled up, intent on revenge, only to find Cao Mang’s figure already gone.

Cao Mang had just returned to Autumn Tianyi’s room when he saw Old Yang inside.

Old Yang spoke evenly, “Young master has forgotten such matters. Teach him, so there won’t be any embarrassment on the wedding night. I, an old man, should stay out of the way.”

Cao Mang breathed a sigh of relief, then could only smile wryly. He quickly asked, “How am I supposed to teach that?”

Old Yang, at the door, turned his head, “Demonstrate. If I could do it myself, I wouldn’t need you.”

Cao Mang scratched his head and grinned, “I don’t know how either.”

Old Yang laughed. “The two of them know. They’ll guide you both. Consider it a reward; do your best.”

After Old Yang closed the door, Cao Mang looked at the two maids left behind. Both were quite attractive.

“Were you with the young master before...?”

Before he could finish his question, one maid responded openly, “We were the young master’s personal maids. We’ve accompanied him many times, but now he’s forgotten how.”

Since that was the case, it was simple enough—just help this fool remember the pleasures he once knew; it wasn’t a difficult task.

Sure enough, even as a simpleton, a little guidance was enough to trigger instinctive reactions.

But just as Cao Mang cheered the young master on, it was all over in an instant...

Unable to bear the maids’ resentful expressions, Jia Haoren could only step in to comfort them on behalf of their young master.

The next morning, Old Yang, satisfied after making inquiries, sent the two maids away.

He arranged two new personal maids for Autumn Tianyi and transferred Cao Mang elsewhere, reminding him not to meddle where he shouldn’t.

Was he being treated like toilet paper—used and discarded?

Cao Mang felt thoroughly disgruntled, but without orders, he couldn’t enter the villa.

With no new instructions, he lay in his room, staring into space.

The door opened, and a burly man barged in without knocking.

It was Song Biao, one of the bodyguards who’d accompanied the betrothal gifts last time.

His expression was grim. When Ye Bufan attacked the Autumn family, several of Song Biao’s friends had died.

He’d been in the surveillance room at the time, narrowly escaping.

Without waiting for Cao Mang to ask, he announced, “I’m furious. Arrange a meeting with the boss lady of that smoked meat shop.”

Cao Mang frowned slightly. “What do you mean?”

“Don’t play dumb. Joy shared is better than joy alone. I have surveillance footage of your private rendezvous.”

He hadn’t been careful enough—someone had discovered him!

“I don’t understand what you’re talking about. She’s the master’s lover. Are you looking for death?”

“Don’t force me to repeat myself. Don’t make me ask again.”

“Alright.”

Cao Mang picked up his phone and arranged a meeting with Gao Yanhong in a small grove. Song Biao, satisfied, had him go together.

The barbecue shop now had new surveillance personnel posing as waiters. Gao Yanhong found an excuse to leave.

No longer confined to lonely chambers, she was intoxicated by the taste of forbidden fruit, her head somewhat clouded.

Waiting anxiously in the grove, she was stunned to see two men get out of the car.

Fine if it was just him, but two men with one woman? Outrageous!

“What do you take me for...”

Before she could finish, she witnessed a terrifying scene.

Cao Mang came up behind Song Biao, locking his neck. Song Biao tried to struggle and counterattack, but heard his own bones crack and went limp.

Gao Yanhong nearly wet herself from fright, scrambling back to her car in panic.

Cao Mang didn’t pursue. He was dizzy, shocked to realize he’d gained Song Biao’s memories!

Unlike before, these memories were like folders in a computer—no fusion had occurred.

He could selectively pick memories, discarding the useless.

“How interesting...”

A smile spread across Cao Mang’s face. He finally understood why Song Biao dared to covet Autumn Zhenhu’s woman.

The previous generation had thirty-six death warriors, called the Thirty-six Heavenly Gang, loyal to Autumn Zhenhu’s father.

After the old master died, Autumn Zhenhu killed his elder brother and seized power. Most of the warriors had since perished.

Those who remained were largely neglected and harbored resentment.

Now, new death warriors had been trained to replace them, sparking even more anxiety.

Everyone feared they’d be discarded once they’d served their purpose.

Someone from the Ye family had recruited Song Biao, and he’d decided to betray secrets and defect. He stumbled upon footage of Cao Mang and Gao Yanhong’s tryst, which gave him other ideas.

Fortunately, he’d been alone in the surveillance room at the time. Cao Mang now realized the Autumn family had many hidden cameras.

Deleting countless useless memories, he endured a headache to merge the useful ones—most importantly, driving experience.

Song Biao wasn’t powerful, but he was a veteran driver, his skills rivaling a race car driver.

He stuffed the body into the trunk and headed straight for the Autumn Group’s headquarters.

The property once belonged to the Ling family but had since changed hands. After registering at the front desk, Cao Mang was permitted to see Autumn Zhenhu.

Autumn Zhenhu was busy; annexing the Ling family’s assets wasn’t easy, and he was overwhelmed.

Seeing Cao Mang enter, he asked impatiently, “What is it?”

Cao Mang placed a USB drive on the desk. “Song Biao tried to defect. I dealt with him.”

Autumn Zhenhu was stunned, then furious. “Ungrateful wretch!”

He plugged the USB into his computer. Seeing its contents, he became even more agitated.

“Do you know who contacted him?”

“He confessed before he died. It was Ye Zhiqiang.”

“A bastard from a collateral branch, a clown trying to step over me. Ridiculous. Eliminate him!”

“Understood.”

Cao Mang turned to leave without hesitation, but Autumn Zhenhu changed his mind, unwilling to start a war with the Ye family.

“Wait. Let’s discuss it after the wedding. Sigh...”

He lit a cigar, grumbling, “That Ye Bufan is a scourge. He escaped again. Go pick up Rain Dream. Don’t wander around these days.”

Damn!

Cao Mang was even more annoyed. That kid was like an indestructible cockroach, always escaping danger.

With Autumn Zhenhu’s gesture, Cao Mang bowed and withdrew.

He asked the secretary for Autumn Rain Dream’s number and called her.

“Second Miss, where are you? The master asked me to bring you home.”

“Is it any of your business?”

She hung up. Cao Mang called again; when she didn’t answer, he sent a text, informing her that Cao Bufan had broken out of prison.

Autumn Rain Dream knew her eldest sister’s family had suffered a tragedy, all orchestrated by Ye Bufan. She replied with her location.

It turned out to be a tattoo shop. Cao Mang entered and was shocked.

Inside, the decor was like the underworld—walls adorned with abstract images of demons and monsters.

Most striking was the tattoo artist, the likes of whom he’d never seen before.