HBWMA -Chapter 366 Two Years Later

【Ding—】

【Based on your performance in the storyline, a new tag has been generated for you: Superhero】

【Current character Jiang Huashan — personality tags: unhinged, lazy, perceptive, beautiful, superhero】

【Ding—】

【A new chapter of the story world is about to begin. Please maintain the integrity of the main plot and avoid breaking the storyline.】

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Two years later.

In the dim yet blazing dance floor, young men and women swayed freely to the pounding rhythm, shifting lights chasing every pair of lovers locked in embrace and kisses.

“Thirty minutes until midnight! Couples, keep it going—push through this round! A million worth of drinks is waiting for you!!! Woo!!!”

Ice sank, alcohol bubbled up rapidly, and as the atmosphere reached a fever pitch, the host’s voice was drowned out by waves of screams and cheers.

Then, a girl in a black cashmere coat suddenly stepped into the crowd.

Black stockings, black leather shoes—beneath her neat bangs, a pair of doe-like eyes looked both innocent and alluring.

The bar was filled with thrill-seekers driven by surging hormones. The live show on stage had already stirred restless intentions among the crowd. The moment they spotted what looked like easy prey, the bolder ones immediately moved in to strike up a conversation.

But before anyone could even get close, a human wall rose around her—fierce-looking bodyguards in black forcibly parted the dense crowd, creating a clear path.

The girl didn’t spare a glance and headed straight for the second floor.

“Who is that? Acting so high and mighty?”

“Shh! You wanna die? Keep your voice down. Didn’t you see she’s heading upstairs?”

Those who could go up there were no ordinary rich kids.

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Inside the presidential-suite VIP room.

Su Miao took a sip of her iced Americano. “Pair of threes!”

She still had a joker bomb—this round should’ve been a sure win.

Fu Sui’er glanced at her and burst out laughing. “Pair of fours. I’m out.”

Jiang Huashan facepalmed. “Are you stupid? You had a joker bomb and didn’t use it? What kind of play was leading with a pair of threes?!”

Su Miao looked at the big and small jokers left stranded in her hand and stubbornly argued, “How was I supposed to know she’d coincidentally only have one pair left?”

Coincidence or not, that wasn’t how you played.

With Fu Sui’er’s absurdly good luck and Su Miao as a disastrous teammate digging pits, the two of them had lost a full hundred thousand in just one night playing Landlord.

Jiang Huashan tossed her cards aside, clearly bored. “Why isn’t Zhizhi here yet?”

“Something came up at the Dark Hall. She said she’d be a bit late,” Fu Sui’er replied, opening her payment code to collect money.

Su Miao immediately stood up. “I’m going to the restroom first.” And with that, she slipped out of the room like oil under her feet.

Before Fu Sui’er could react, Jiang Huashan had already scanned the code and paid both her own and Su Miao’s share.

Fu Sui’er wasn’t surprised at all. She leaned in and whispered, “I just saw Su Miao secretly packing up the foie gras and ham from the snacks.”

Jiang Huashan: “……”

Ever since she no longer had to support an idol group, Jiang Huashan’s finances had become abundant. On top of that, as she grew older, Shen Jiao had increased her financial support. Neither she nor Fu Sui’er had to worry about money anymore. To put it bluntly—money was just numbers to her now.

But Su Miao was different.

The legal path was difficult and made enemies easily. Her family didn’t support her choice, so once she finalized her major, she completely refused financial aid from the Su family and had even applied for university housing subsidies in advance.

Su Miao had drawn a line between herself and her past life, yet she hadn’t distanced herself from Jiang Huashan because of their different social classes. She refused pity or charity from anyone—except in front of Jiang Huashan, where she never hid anything. She would even openly complain about being broke and ask Jiang Huashan to “keep” her.

Faced with such a bizarrely contradictory personality, Jiang Huashan could only sigh in helpless amusement.

As they were talking, Shen Mianzhi pushed the door open and walked in.

“Sorry, I’m late.”

The moment she entered, the coldness in her eyes dissipated. She casually removed her coat, revealing a black silk dress underneath.

Time had been kind—what was once a slightly immature girl had now begun to take on the form of a blooming rose.

Shen Mianzhi took a notebook out of her bag and checked the time.

“Twenty minutes left. Should we play something else to liven things up?”

Jiang Huashan pointed at the scattered poker cards. “Nothing luck-based. It’s not entertaining at all.”

Hearing that, Shen Mianzhi couldn’t help but laugh.

It really was strange—ever since Fu Sui’er had narrowly escaped death, her luck had become unbelievably good, as if she were blessed by fortune itself.

Last year, she had secretly signed up for the Jinggang Literary Miss Competition. In the final round, contestants had to randomly select an audience member from the supporters’ section to assist with their speech.

Since the competition was backed by powerful families, most contestants were daughters of elites and capitalists. To ensure fairness, internal manipulation had been strictly prohibited from the start.

The audience varied greatly in quality, and who you got depended entirely on luck. If the chosen person threw out a sharp or difficult question, losing control of the stage would be inevitable.

Yet Fu Sui’er’s luck held strong—out of tens of thousands in the audience, she ended up selecting Jiang Huashan.

The moment Jiang Huashan appeared on the big screen, the entire venue erupted. Even the other nineteen contestants questioned whether it was rigged.

The two of them exchanged questions and answers seamlessly, perfectly in sync, diving once more into Fu Sui’er’s “To the Incompetent Mr. President.” A wave of “superhero nostalgia” swept through the crowd, resonating deeply with countless people.

And just like that, Fu Sui’er defeated the then-favorite Yu Sheng and won the title of Jinggang Literary Miss.

When she brought the trophy home to show off, even Shen Jiao thought she was dreaming.

“Is everything settled at the Dark Hall?” Fu Sui’er asked, handing Shen Mianzhi a glass of warm water she had prepared earlier.

Shen Mianzhi nodded, then glanced toward the door. “Where’s Miaomiao? Where did she go? Why isn’t she back yet?”

Just as she spoke, a man dressed like a manager hurried into the room, looking anxious.

“Miss Shen, it seems your friend has run into some trouble!”