Chapter 320: Burning Sungli Gate

Chapter 320: Burning Sungli Gate

Chapter 320: Burning Sungli Gate

At nightfall, Enping District, Building 24, Qingyuan Fuhao.

The private bathroom on the second floor of the villa was in a mess. In the large round bathtub, red bath water was rippling, a large number of red rose petals were floating on the water, and the air was filled with a rich aroma of red wine.

The bathtub was obviously too full of water, and with a restless couple soaking in it, a large amount of bath water overflowed from the bathtub, carrying red petals and spreading on the bathroom floor tiles. The scene was quite shocking.

The noise of the bathroom heater continued, but the splashing sound of water and the screams mixed with gasps had subsided for a long time. In the large bathtub, An Rusong threw the cigarette butt between his fingers to the ground, reached out and pushed Min Xianxiu who was squeezed in his arms, and said, "Okay, the water is cold, be careful not to catch a cold."

Min Hyun-soo lazily stretched her charming and sexy body, turned her head and kissed An Rushong on the chin, then supported herself on his chest with one hand and struggled to sit up from the bathtub.

Looking back, she saw a small square bag washed to the floor by the bath water. She seemed to have thought of something, reached under the water and grabbed a handful of it, pinched it hard, and said, "I told you it's not safe today."

Hearing An Rusong's hissing breath of cold air, she continued, "I'm telling you, if I have a child, I will really give birth to her."

Grabbing her wrist underwater and pulling her hand away, An Rushong said nonchalantly, "Of course I have to give birth to the baby. Let her have the last name An and I will raise her."

After he finished speaking, he stood up from the bathtub and threw a dead snake at Min Hyun-soo's face. Then he escaped from the bathtub amid the other's scolding and turned on the shower switch with a laugh.

As the switch was turned on, hot water gushed out of the shower head like a waterfall. Perhaps because of the hot water, the aroma of wine in the bathroom became stronger, and it even made people feel intoxicated.

"Ding dong!"

Just then, a crisp bell suddenly rang outside the bathroom.

An Rushong, who was washing his hair, paused, wiped the water off his face, and turned to look at Min Hyun-soo who had just walked out of the bathtub.

He was a frequent visitor to Min Hyun-soo's house, so he naturally recognized the sound of the doorbell. In other words, there were guests at Min Hyun-soo's house.

Min Xianxiu seemed to have thought of something. She walked to the bathroom door, poked her head into the living room, and then said in surprise: "How come it's already eight o'clock? So fast?"

"Do you mean I'm fast, or that time passes quickly?" An Rushong said with a stern face, pretending to be dissatisfied.

Min Hyun-su raised his hand as if to hit him, then pushed him aside and stood under the shower. While washing her hair, she said, "I'll rinse first. A client has an appointment at 8 o'clock tonight. I almost forgot about it."

Min Xianxiu certainly has her own job. She is a well-known stylist in the fashion circle of Seoul. This villa is not only one of her residences, but also the location of her studio. Of course, she must have a great connection with Nan Xuyu and others behind the scenes, otherwise, Nan Xuyu would not have introduced him here.

However, An Rushong never asked about the relationship between her and Nan Xuyu. In this circle, sometimes it is not a good thing to make everything too clear.

Min Xianxiu washed herself as quickly as possible, then grabbed a towel, wiped her hair, and hurried out. After she left, An Rusong took a leisurely shower, wrapped himself in a bath blanket and left the bathroom.

In the living room outside the bathroom, the door leading to the corridor was not closed, and the voices of people talking in the living room downstairs could be vaguely heard through the open door.

An Rushong vaguely heard Min Hyun-soo seemed to be talking to two women. Among the two women, one seemed a little taciturn and only said a few words occasionally, while the other was very extroverted, like a restless sparrow, chattering non-stop. However, it was obvious that Min Hyun-soo should be very familiar with these two women.

An Rushong didn't care. He wrapped himself in a bath blanket and walked to the small bar in the corner of the living room. He first made himself a cup of coffee, then walked to the hanging rattan chair near the floor-to-ceiling window and sat down.

There is a retro-style spotlight next to the hanging basket rattan chair, and a small rattan coffee table in front of it, on which are placed several fashion magazines and newspapers.

An Rushong put the coffee on the coffee table and saw a pack of cigarettes on a magazine. He took the cigarette, took out a cigarette and lit it, then picked up a newspaper and flipped through it.

The newspaper was today's Chosun Ilbo. An Rushong had already read this newspaper in the morning. The only news worth noting was that two of Carlyle Group's funds in Europe collapsed and were said to be facing the risk of debt default.

Carlyle Group is a multinational asset management group with a history of more than 30 years and strong capital strength. The news that broke out this time is that two of its European funds are facing the risk of debt default because they hold a large number of MBS real estate loan mortgage securities. Of course, this news has not been confirmed yet, and the news reported in the media are all unsubstantiated rumors, but even so, it will definitely cause a new wave of impact on the already bad global economy. Therefore, the Korean real estate market, which has already entered an ice age, is expected to be hit again.

Then he flipped the newspaper and threw it back on the coffee table. He pricked up his ears and heard the women downstairs still chattering. An Rusong turned his head to look at the floor clock in the corner of the living room. It was not yet half past eight.

Because he didn't know who the visitor downstairs was, An Rushong didn't want to go downstairs right away. It was still early, so he decided to rest for a while.

He put out the half-smoked cigarette in the ashtray, raised his feet and placed them on the rattan coffee table in front of him, leaned back into the hanging basket and closed his eyes.

Originally, he just wanted to take a nap and have a short rest, but perhaps because he had consumed too much energy before, he closed his eyes and soon fell into a drowsy sleep.

He didn't know how long he had slept, but suddenly there was a crisp sound of "pop", which woke An Rusong, who was not sleeping soundly to begin with. He suddenly opened his eyes and looked in the direction where the sound came from.

The crisp sound came from the direction of the living room door. When An Rushong opened his eyes and looked over, he saw a woman in a black evening dress picking up something from the ground in panic.

The woman had long, slightly yellowish curly hair. Because she was bending over, her hair was scattered in front of her face, and An Rushong couldn't tell what she looked like, but what was certain was that this woman was definitely not Min Hyun-soo.

An Rushong blinked and was about to sit up straight when he saw the woman had picked up the things that had fallen on the ground. She straightened up and looked over here.

In just a quick glance, An Rushong saw the other person's face.

Although it was just a quick glance, he recognized the woman at first sight. What surprised him was that he actually knew this woman.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't know there was anyone here," the woman dropped something on the ground, which was obviously a mobile phone. She picked up the phone and originally wanted to turn around and leave, but perhaps she felt that it would be impolite, so she turned sideways and bowed, said something stutteringly, then turned around and ran away.

Watching the woman's back disappear at the door of the living room, An Rushong sat up straight. It was not until then that he realized that because he put his feet on the coffee table, the bath blanket that was originally wrapped around him had loosened, and his whole body was in a state of serious exposure. No wonder the woman ran away in a hurry.

Putting his feet down from the rattan coffee table, An Rushong stood up from the hanging basket. He stretched hard, but what he was thinking about was the woman just now.

If the glimpse he just took was correct, that woman should be one of the goddesses in his mind in his previous life. To be precise, she was the goddess in the minds of many men born in the 1980s in China. Her MV of "Two People" had aroused the excitement of countless men. Whenever An Rushong thought of this woman, the melody of "Na~~~" would appear in his mind.

However, the goddess in the previous life was only from the previous life. An Rushong was now experienced and knew the reality of South Korea too well, so he did not take this matter to heart.

Looking at the floor clock in the corner, I felt like I had slept for a long time just now, but to my surprise, only less than twenty minutes had passed and it was almost eight fifty now.

He didn't want to go downstairs before because he didn't know who Min Xianxiu's client was, so he didn't want to rush down rashly and be seen by others. As for now, since Miss Cai had seen him, An Rusong didn't have so many taboos. He walked straight into the bedroom next door, ready to change his clothes and leave.

"Didi"

Just as he had put on his pants and inner lining, but had not yet had time to put on his coat, the cell phone that had been placed on the bed in the bedroom suddenly rang.

Turning his head to look at his phone, An Rushong saw Luo Minzhi's phone number on the screen. He then reached out to pick up the phone and pressed the answer button directly.

"President, there's a fire at Chongli Gate!" As soon as the call was connected, An Rushong heard Luo Minzhi's voice coming from the other side.

"What?" He didn't hear clearly what the other party said, so he asked subconsciously.

“The Sungnyemun Gate is on fire,” Luo Minzhi said again, and then he explained, “You can see the fire from here.”

As he said this, a flash of inspiration came to An Rushong's mind, and he suddenly remembered that in his previous life, the Sungnyemun Gate, known as the first national treasure of Korea, seemed to have been burned down by someone.

(End of this chapter)