How can I justify myself as a Magnate if I don't indulge myself?

"Sister Jing."

The emperor blue Bentley Flying Spur was parked by the airport’s pickup lane, and Gu Heng, seeing He Jing playing with her phone by the car, greeted her with a smile.

"Gu..."

Upon hearing this familiar voice, He Jing quickly put down her phone, subconsciously raised her head, and blurted out "Gu Heng" only to halt mid-sentence when she saw the sight before her...

Gu Heng still had his old looks with a bit of youthful handsomeness.

But his demeanor had drastically transformed compared to a few months ago...

A few months earlier, Gu Heng, although not exactly a loser, definitely had nothing to do with the word "dignity." He Jing vaguely remembered their first time at a bar where Gu Heng had spent hundreds of thousands in one night; handsome indeed, but very much like a nouveau riche...

Now, looking at Gu Heng...

Dressed in a luxury bespoke suit, although He Jing couldn’t tell which brand it was, as a well-known influencer, she could certainly spot the difference between ordinary clothes and luxury designer wear...

Moreover, surrounded by a dozen well-suited robust men, even a fool could clearly see that Gu Heng’s status had nothing "ordinary" to do with it...

Gu Heng also noticed the different look in He Jing’s eyes and walked over with a smile, "What’s the matter? Haven’t seen me for a few months and you don’t recognize me anymore?"

"It’s not... I didn’t..."

He Jing, normally quite bold, found herself unable to complete her sentence in front of today’s Gu Heng and instinctively stepped back a bit...

Following He Jing’s gaze towards the bodyguards behind him, Gu Heng understood why she suddenly became so reserved... Stay updated via NovelBin.Côm

In some international public events overseas, anyone with a bit of stature would hire bodyguards for protection, few had one or two, while others had five or six; ordinary foreigners were accustomed to the affluent having bodyguards, so they thought nothing of it.

But this was domestic...

One of the safest countries globally, officially ranked by the United Nations, not just hearsay...

Even at Ma Yun’s level, appearing in public might, at most, involve one or two ceremonial business bodyguards, let alone ordinary wealthy people.

Knowing that even the most basic personal bodyguards’ monthly salary started at upwards of twenty thousand yuan, with that money, they could sponsor several female university students—why spend it on pointless things like bodyguards?

This caused the bodyguard profession, though widely known, to be rarely seen in actuality.

And here was Gu Heng, not only with bodyguards but over a dozen of them, and not just any, but elite ex-mercenary bodyguards. Without exaggerating, at least half of these men had blood on their hands...

Although not possessing the murderous aura found in fantasy martial arts novels, their fierce presence was significantly intimidating to ordinary people.

No wonder there had been no congestion along the way and the airport pedestrians kept their distance, were they all scared by his group of bodyguards?

Considering this, Gu Heng turned to the leader Water Bear, "We’re back in the country now, you all can relax a bit. Here’s what, I’m giving you a three-day break, go and enjoy yourselves around Hang City. Want to stay in five-star hotels or dine in Michelin restaurants, it’s all on me, just bring me the bills afterward."

Water Bear knew his boss was generous, but didn’t expect this level of generosity.

Their entire team of 37 bodyguards, clipping at this rate, would easily exceed a million in expenses...

Water Bear thought for a moment and then nodded, "Mr. Gu, on behalf of our squad, I thank you. But the expenses will need to be covered by you since we each received a substantial payment for this job from our company. It wouldn’t be appropriate for you to pay more.

Additionally, we will implement a 24-hour rotational schedule to ensure your safety over the next three days, swapping teams every four hours, three men at a time; it won’t interfere with your daily life."

Hearing this, Gu Heng nodded in agreement, "Alright then."

Saying so, he slid into the passenger seat quite naturally and called out to He Jing still standing outside, "What are you waiting for, Sister Jing, let’s go."

He Jing, coming to her senses, got into the driver’s seat...

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Sitting in the Bentley Flying Spur, Gu Heng couldn’t help but gently touch the center console.

He was quite attached to his first luxury car.

It was no exaggeration to say this car witnessed his transformation from a simple youth to a billionaire tycoon. He planned on setting up his own museum in the future when he had time, placing this car as the museum’s first exhibit.

After sighing inwardly about the changes, Gu Heng turned to He Jing, who was focused on driving, and smiled, "Sister Jing, why did you come to pick me up, where is Lin Jiayun?"

He Jing, in the driver’s seat, wore a long T-shirt with short hot pants underneath, but because the T-shirt’s hem was so long, it seemed as if she wore nothing on the lower body, leaving only her smooth white legs exposed...

How white exactly?

So white that a small mole on each thigh was vividly visible...

Though Gu Heng had met countless beauties since becoming wealthy, he still felt particularly drawn to He Jing...