HRPM – Chapter 1 Miss Money Time-Travels (1)

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Snippet One:

Jin Luoluo fumed, “Dad, I don’t care if you want to keep male concubines. Just buy a few houses outside to settle them! But I won’t allow you to marry them into the family as my fourth, fifth, or sixth ‘mothers.’ That’s utterly disgraceful! How am I supposed to survive in the business world after this? You’ve completely ruined my reputation!”

The bizarre conversation between father and daughter…

Left the three princes nearby completely petrified.

Xiao Yu asked quietly, “Male concubines… fourth mother, fifth mother, sixth mother—who are they talking about?”

Xiao Yan replied uncertainly, “Probably… us.”

Xiao Che’s face turned icy, dropping to dozens of degrees below zero. He no longer just wanted to strangle her—he wanted to grind her bones to dust.

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Snippet Two:

Jin Luoluo grabbed Master Jin and shook him violently. “You fat old man! Selling your daughter for glory? I helped you earn mountains of gold and silver, and now you’re marrying me off? I hate you! I’m going to bite you to death~~~”

Master Jin was shaken until his vision blurred. “Luoluo, how can you think of your father like this? Daddy is heartbroken!!! But the imperial decree has already arrived—we can’t disobey it. Since we can’t resist, we might as well enjoy it! My daughter, accept your fate. What’s so bad about being a princess consort? It’s very prestigious!”

Jin Luoluo snarled, “I said I won’t marry someone poorer than me! And you want me to marry the Third Prince, that kind of pauper? I’m not willing!”

(The Third Prince was furious: “I’m a pauper??? Jin Luoluo, you blind fool—you’re courting death!”)

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Snippet Three:

Jin Luoluo glanced at him disdainfully from the corner of her eye. “You look like a decent person, so I thought you were one. Turns out you’re just a pig. No wonder you can’t even speak human language. Sigh… but I won’t stoop to your level—we’re clearly from different worlds.”

Xiao Yu’s smile froze.

Jin Luoluo then walked over to Xiao Che.

“What are you staring at? Do I owe you ten thousand taels or something? Keep staring and I’ll gouge your eyeballs out, turn them into fish balls—deep fry them, pan fry them, stir-fry them—let’s see you keep staring then, hmph!”

Finally pushed to the brink by Jin Luoluo, Xiao Che exploded in rage:
“Jin Luoluo, do you think your head is too firmly attached? Do you need me to relocate it? I wouldn’t mind throwing it to the dogs!”

This father and daughter pair existed solely to test the limits of his patience.

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Year 2100.

On Vichy Island, a place known as a paradise for the wealthy.

The luxurious residence of the world’s second-richest man stood here—a massive palace-like villa modeled after a European castle, now brightly illuminated.

Like a dazzling pearl glowing in the dark night.

The corpulent old Master Qian Dai sat leisurely in the hall, reading a newspaper.

“Haha, my daughter is amazing—more dazzling than celebrities! She’s on the headlines every few days. Look, the newly listed Qian Biotech Company has already been rated by international authorities as the most promising biotechnology firm. Looks like making huge profits isn’t just a dream anymore! Oh ho ho, money, money, I love you—just like a mouse loves rice~~~”

Qian Dai proudly hummed a popular internet song from a hundred years ago.

“Master Qian, this is bad! The young miss is throwing a tantrum in the study!” cried Mary, a maid dressed in Lolita style, as she rushed downstairs in panic.

“Hehe, my little darling is throwing a tantrum again? It’s fine. Just her periodic madness—she’ll calm down after smashing a few things.”

Qian Dai knew his daughter’s fiery temper very well.

She practically treated tantrums like daily meals. But they came and went quickly—as long as she smashed a few antiques, she’d calm down.

After all, she loved money too much. Once the pain of breaking expensive items hit her, her anger would disappear.

“Master, this time her anger is sky-high—it won’t be so easy to deal with. Usually, when she gets a little upset, she only smashes a Victorian vase. If she’s angrier, she might break a Louis XVI vase. Even at her worst before, she only smashed Renaissance-era antiques. But now… she’s smashing antiques from the Middle Ages, the Western Roman era, even Ancient Greece! That means she’s completely gone berserk!”

Mary delivered the final blow:
“Master, if you don’t go upstairs now, she’s going to smash your favorite pottery bowl—once used by Ramses II!”

“My heavens! Why didn’t you say so earlier? That bowl cost me ten million dollars at auction! I still need it to show off to those old geezers—it absolutely cannot be broken!”

Dragging his bulky, ball-like body, Qian Dai rushed upstairs to rescue his precious bowl.

In the study, the most notorious “Vampire Queen” of the business world—Miss Money, Qian Tongtong—was in the middle of a furious outburst.

With her left hand, she grabbed a large painted bowl of unknown origin—likely excavated from some ancient tomb—and was just about to hurl it against the specially reinforced wall…