My Mother-in-Law Gifted Me a Building

”A Cultivator, as the name implies, is an ordinary person who, through Cultivation, can gradually achieve longevity, or even become an immortal!” the God of Wealth explained.

”Holy crap! Seriously? I can even become an immortal?” Chu Feng was stunned. ’This stuff is that incredible?’

”Alright, enough nonsense. Any more chatter and I’ll dissipate completely. Do you want longevity or not?” the God of Wealth said, annoyed at how much Chu Feng was talking.

Chu Feng wisely shut his mouth.

”Now, no matter what happens, you must endure it!” the God of Wealth said in a deep voice.

A wave of dizziness washed over him, and Chu Feng felt a flood of information rush into his mind in an instant.

After an unknown amount of time, Chu Feng groggily opened his eyes.

”Am I dreaming?” Chu Feng asked weakly.

”Dream my ass! That’s a Cultivation Technique this god spent hundreds of years researching. You just need to collect Merit to practice your Cultivation and achieve longevity.”

”If you want to collect Merit, you need to punish evil and promote good. As the saying goes, good is rewarded and evil is punished. But because of a mishap in the Celestial Court, there are no gods to handle these rewards and punishments. This is your chance!”

”You can use my Token. With it, you can grant Blessings and Prosperity, longevity, and wealth to the good, and you can punish the wicked yourself. You must remember not to act recklessly, or you will face heavenly retribution!”

The God of Wealth warned Chu Feng with a solemn expression.

”Understood, understood. I’m a good person at heart. I won’t do anything immoral,” Chu Feng said, nodding like a chicken pecking at rice.

All of this felt too surreal, yet it was also undeniably real.

”In this Dharma Decline Era, all the gods have vanished. To think that I, the God of Wealth, could create such a Cultivation Technique! If this were back in the Celestial Court, it would be a monumental achievement!” the God of Wealth laughed heartily.

”God of Wealth, since you’ve already given me a Cultivation Technique, can you help me sort out my love life too? I heard you’re more reliable than Elder Yue when it comes to matchmaking,” Chu Feng asked, looking at the God of Wealth.

”Do you really think I’m Elder Yue? That’s his department!” the God of Wealth huffed, his eyes wide.

”Fine, fine. Who knows what happened to that old coot Elder Yue, anyway. Since all you young people treat me like I’m him nowadays, I might as well see this through.”

With that, the God of Wealth waved his hand, and a dazzling light swept over Chu Feng.

...

「Beihai City, Bright Moon Mountain, Villa Number Seven.」

”Ahh—a ghost!”

A piercing scream echoed from a room on the second floor of the villa.

Su Miaoke clutched the blanket tightly to her chest, her stunningly beautiful face filled with terror.

Before her stood an old man, dressed in the garb of the God of Wealth.

What frightened her most was that the old man was also holding a man.

THUD!

The God of Wealth tossed Chu Feng onto the bed.

”You’re Su Miaoke, right? Don’t be afraid. I’m here to help you through your difficulties,” the God of Wealth said comfortingly.

”You? You can help me?” A glimmer of hope appeared in Su Miaoke’s nervous and frightened eyes.

Su Miaoke, the youngest female entrepreneur in Jiangbei City, was a CEO whose company was worth nearly a billion.

But today, she had encountered a problem that was almost impossible to solve.

She had been diagnosed with a terminal illness and had, at most, half a year to live.

Her career had just gotten on track, but a series of blows had made her contemplate suicide.

Moreover, Su Miaoke was twenty-six and still unmarried. Her parents and the company’s shareholders all wanted her to step down.

”Of course, but you need to agree to one condition,” the God of Wealth said.

”Fine, I agree. Whatever the condition, as long as you can help me out of my current predicament,” Su Miaoke said decisively and firmly.

”Good. My condition is that you must marry this boy!”

”I have to marry him?” Su Miaoke looked at the unconscious Chu Feng on the bed, her face a mask of astonishment.

Chu Feng was about five-foot-ten, with a rather sturdy build. Although his skin was a bit dark, he was still quite handsome.

”What? You’re not willing? Don’t worry, you won’t be getting the short end of the stick by marrying him. With this boy around, all the difficulties you face will be solved with ease.”

”If you can really solve my current predicament, I can marry him.” Su Miaoke was out of options.

’If he can really cure my terminal illness, what’s the harm in marrying Chu Feng? It would be the perfect way to shut up those shareholders at the company.’

”Oh, right. This boy said he has a weak stomach and likes to ’eat soft rice.’ You can provide that for him, right? He also requested that you have a good figure and a good personality,” the God of Wealth suddenly asked.

”’Eat soft rice’? And he wants a good figure and personality too?” Su Miaoke was instantly speechless. She felt not a shred of goodwill toward Chu Feng; in fact, a sense of disgust began to bubble up inside her.

”No problem. I can give him enough money that he won’t have to work for several lifetimes. As for my figure, is there something wrong with it? And for personality, as long as he’s obedient, I won’t lose my temper.”

”Good. Then sign the marriage contract, and then you can consummate the marriage.”

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”Kid, I’ve done all I can to help you. I hope you’ll focus on your Cultivation. Maybe we’ll meet again someday. I’m so jealous... so young, and you’re already at the peak of your life, marrying a rich, beautiful woman. Sigh...”

The God of Wealth let out a faint sigh, then gradually vanished.

Not long after, the lights in the room went out.

Su Miaoke slipped under the covers. Feeling Chu Feng’s body heat, her emotions were a complicated mess.

「The next morning, an alarm clock rang.」

Chu Feng habitually turned off his phone’s alarm, wanting to sleep for a few more minutes.

But suddenly, a strange feeling washed over him.

”Whoa, where am I?” Chu Feng opened his eyes to find himself lying on a huge, soft bed.

His gaze fell upon a very large room with enormous floor-to-ceiling windows. The curtains were more than ten times bigger than his entire tiny, shabby studio apartment.

At the same time, Chu Feng also saw the woman sleeping beside him!

”Holy crap, who are you? How did I get here?” Chu Feng instantly grew tense. He then threw back the covers to look down at himself.

He was completely dumbfounded.

”Shouldn’t I be the one asking you that? This is my house,” Su Miaoke said calmly, looking very composed.

Last night, the God of Wealth had already explained everything to her, and she had agreed to it all.

”Then I... what... What’s going on? Where is this?” Chu Feng was bewildered, his brain unable to process the situation.

’Did I black out?’

Su Miaoke ignored him and simply got up right in front of him.

Her graceful figure and exquisite curves were on full display.

It was almost enough to make Chu Feng’s nose bleed.

Then he saw it: a splash of bright red on the pristine white sheets...

”Holy crap!” Chu Feng cursed again.