Su Yu: “What on earth do you want?”
Zeng Rou: “You’ll give me whatever I want?”
Su Yu: “Name your price. You just want money, right? Take the money and get out of here.”
Su Yu knew she must come from an influential family since she was selected by his aunt. She was just a girl who wanted to marry above her; the best way to deal with such women was by giving them money and they would get out of his life.
Zeng Rou: “You’re wrong, great President Su. I do have a motive and purpose, but it’s not money. Money is indeed good, but my family isn’t in shortage of it. My purpose is you. You want me to leave? That’s easy. Just get naked and have sex with me, and I’ll get out of here with my suitcase.”
Su Yu: “You’re a woman; how can you be so shameless? How can you say such things?”
Zeng Rou: “Hahaha! You seem to have straight man cancer… In this modern society, women can do anything they want. What? You mean only men can keep mistresses and women can’t find a pretty young man to satisfy her needs? You’re so narrow-minded…”
Su Yu: “Don’t pull that shit on me. Name your price.”
Zeng Rou: “I told you. Just have sex with me. If you don’t want to do it at your home to keep your reputation, we can do it in a hotel. It’s just sex; how difficult can it be?”
Su Yu: “…”
Su Yu: “Then we have nothing to talk about. Just wait, damned woman. I’ll show you.”
He was furious. The woman kept talking about having sex as if he was a novice in it.
He logged out of Weibo in a fury.
Sitting before the computer, Zeng Rou burst out into laughter.
“Hahaha! Su Yu is a little shy guy. Very interesting. I think it’s getting more and more fun.”
Crunching on potato chips, she continued to reply to the trashing comments from trolls on the internet, feeling like she had never had such fun in all her 20-plus years of life.
She should have listened to Aunt Su and come to C City earlier.
Su Yu was fun; so were the people in this place. Everyone was fun…
When Huo Mian returned to GK, Qin Chu was assigning work to some high-level executives of the company.
Fatigued with her playing, Little Bean was asleep on the sofa.
Qin Chu had tucked a blanket around her. Even in sleep, she clutched a bag of potato chips in her fist.
On the table before the desk were yogurt, soft drinks, and some sweets, showing how Mr. Qin spoilt his younger daughter.
When she walked in, all the high-level executives stood up and greeted her warmly, “Young Madam.”
Some of them still called her “President Huo”.
“Please sit down, guys. Go on with your business; please don’t mind me.” Huo Mian smiled at them.
She walked to the tea table and began to put away the leftover snacks.
“Young Madam, let me do it. You’re pregnant.” Yang hurried over to help her.
He hadn’t put them away because he didn’t know if Little Bean would want to eat them after she woke up.
“I’m fine. I’m just pregnant, not sick. I’m not so fragile,” Huo Mian said.
“Let’s stop here. Give me a call if you have questions,” Qin Chu said.
“Okay. President Qin, see you later.”
Qin Chu nodded.
Then the executives said goodbye to Huo Mian and left the office.
Huo Mian turned to Qin Chu and scolded, “Honey, look at this. How can you give her these snacks? I told you…”
Before she could finish, Qin Chu took her into his arms and covered her lips with his.
“Um… Washroom here I come.” Embarrassed, Yang found an excuse and ran out.
