Beside him was the sensual and charming Pan Meiqing, but at this moment, Shen Qiang, who was holding an umbrella, had completely lost interest in taking her on a tour of Medicine King Valley. After all, the desire to wear a crown must be matched by the acceptance of its weight—it's an unchanging truth of the ages. To be stronger than others and admired by all, one must endure hardships beyond what others endure.
Thinking you can do nothing and be revered by others is utterly unrealistic.
"After tonight's celebration, I'll return to Heshenghe," Shen Qiang sighed, then turned to look at Pan Meiqing beside him. Suddenly, he smiled and said, "I'm a bit tired, let's go back to the villa for a rest first."
Not sure what she was thinking of, Pan Meiqing, who possessed a bombshell level of sensuality, suddenly blushed. Then she hesitantly said, "No, it's not quite right to return to the villa now, there's no one there but the two of us, this..."
