“Um... Can we have dinner together tonight?” Chen Yurou asked cautiously.
This is the humility of a pursuer. Once Zhao Yan agrees to her confession, will he still be able to enjoy this treatment after she becomes his girlfriend?
"I'm a bit busy tonight..." Zhao Yan glanced at the nonexistent lonely watch on his wrist. Seeing a hint of disappointment in Chen Yurou's expression, he quickly changed the subject, "But for you, I can make time."
This is the art of language.
Not only does he hold the initiative, but he unintentionally reveals that it's not easy for him to make time to have a meal with her. It also indicates that she is special to him.
With such a handsome face, Zhao Yan is not an easy player in the dating scene. After all, women have been flocking to him since childhood, offering themselves and accumulating a wealth of experience.
"Really?" Chen Yurou's dim eyes brightened again, filled with joy.
Zhao Yan smiled slightly, "Contact you tonight."
"Okay, I'll see you off." Chen Yurou nodded repeatedly. As she opened the office door, she automatically switched to an ice-cold demeanor, elegant and charming.
But only Zhao Yan knows that beneath her seemingly cold exterior, there beats a passionate heart.
After all, even the coldest woman.
Her body is warm.
And Zhao Yan will soon experience that.
"Zhao Yan, please wait."
Just as Zhao Yan walked a short distance from the office, he was startled by a sudden appearance of a burly man.
"Damn! Mr. Meng, what are you doing, scaring people in broad daylight." Zhao Yan said.
The one blocking him is the physical education teacher, Meng Hao.
Meng Hao stared at him intently, "Zhao Yan, you've always been a warm-hearted person. You shouldn't refuse some reasonable requests of mine, right!"
"I'm not warm-hearted! I'm a decent person! Mr. Meng, you can insult my character, but don't think about insulting my body." Zhao Yan's eyes showed terror; he knew that most muscular men were indeed gay.
Meng Hao twitched at the corner of his mouth, "What are you thinking? I just saw it, you're fast. Our country needs someone like you for the Olympics, do you know? This is a great opportunity for you to bring glory to the nation!"
"Mr. Meng..."
"Stop talking! Listen to me! I know you have money, but some things can't be measured with money. The country needs you!" Meng Hao was very excited.
Helplessly, Zhao Yan spread his hands, "I don't mind, but I'm not an athlete. I don't..."
"I can handle it!" Meng Hao interrupted.
It was then that Zhao Yan remembered the past of this Mr. Meng, once known as the fastest man in the country. However, in an international athletics competition, he was tripped by a Korean athlete, falling and injuring his right leg.
After all, the spirit of the Koreans in sports, heh, that's world-famous, if you know what I mean.
Later, Meng Hao had to retire due to the injury.
He became a national team coach for a while.
With his connections, as long as Zhao Yan could demonstrate actual skills, he could indeed help Zhao Yan directly enter the national team to compete in this year's Olympics.
"But I don't have time for training." Zhao Yan is genuinely busy.
Meng Hao looked at him in astonishment, "You still want to train? That's insane! You could dominate the entire competition as it is."
"Sure, why not," Zhao Yan agreed casually.
No need for training anyway.
Just grab a meal's worth of time to snatch a gold medal, no biggie, won't even take much time.
Meng Hao was ecstatic, constantly patting Zhao Yan's shoulder, "I'll arrange everything right away!"
Then he hurried off without delay.
As if afraid Zhao Yan might change his mind.
Zhao Yan chuckled and shook his head, then left the school and hailed a taxi heading towards Changhong Trading Group.
He hadn't visited this company, which he had acquired, in his own capacity yet, so it was time to make an appearance.
On the way there, he called Xu Xue in advance, trusting her to have someone to greet him.
Keep a low profile?
That was just one way he liked to show off.
He hated being low-key the most!
He had been low-key enough for the past decade.
What's the point of having money and power if you don't flaunt it?
Especially those novel protagonists, they're rich enough to rival nations yet pretend to be poor, dressing in tatters to get snubbed at luxury stores, isn't that just pathetic?
...
At the entrance of Changhong Trading Group.
Xu Xue and a group of senior executives were waiting, despite the scorching sun, not a single complaint was heard.
Instead, each face was filled with excitement.
Because their real big boss.
The mysterious young master Zhao was coming.
Zhao Yan's photo wasn't hard to find, as many people had investigated him, so Xu Xue got one and showed it to everyone present.
To avoid any embarrassing moments of not recognizing him.
That would be quite a joke.
Amidst the anticipation of everyone, a taxi stopped not far away, and Zhao Yan got out.
Seeing Zhao Yan getting out of the taxi.
Everyone was stunned.
After all, in their eyes, taxis and someone like Zhao Yan, just didn't match.
At the very least, it should be a Rolls-Royce.
"Mr. Zhao's humility, blending in with the masses, looking approachable, this is the mark of a true big shot. They no longer need flashy cars to showcase their status," someone who seemed to understand remarked.
Everyone suddenly realized, feeling that this statement made sense, and looked at Zhao Yan with admiration.
No wonder Mr. Zhao seemed down-to-earth, apart from being handsome, he had no airs of nobility.
Turns out, he had returned to simplicity.
It was their narrow vision that failed to see it.
"Mr. Zhao, hello, I'm Xu Xue, welcome to Changhong for inspection," Xu Xue snapped back to reality, stepping forward quickly and extending a hand with a slight bow.
"Clap, clap, clap, clap..."
The senior executives applauded in welcome.
Zhao Yan shook the hand Xu Xue offered, then quickly let go, "Let everyone disperse, you guide me around, I'll hear your report alone."
"Sure, Mr. Zhao, please," Xu Xue nodded quickly, then gestured to the others with her eyes.
Although the executives were disappointed they couldn't accompany Zhao Yan on the inspection, they could only bow obediently and then disperse.
Zhao Yan then walked into Changhong Trading Group with his hands in his pockets, following Xu Xue, with people greeting him along the way.
"At present, Changhong is operating normally..."
Xu Xue was beside Zhao Yan, effortlessly presenting various financial data to him.
After a tour around the company, Zhao Yan assigned Xu Xue a task: to purchase a house and a commuter car in the company's name for him.
When one becomes wealthy, it's customary to buy property and a vehicle.
It's an age-old tradition among the people of Xia Guo.
Such trivial matters don't require his personal attention.
Buying in the company's name allows for tax deductions. Even with wealth, one mustn't spend recklessly; it's no different from the foolish sons of landlords to spend extravagantly without thrift.
He was so generous at the last banquet because it wasn't his money ⊙ω⊙.
..............
At the same time, at Binhai International Airport.
Chen Han's hand holding the pick-up sign had gone limp.
He had been waiting for hours.
Finally, his eyes lit up as he quickly approached a tall, attractive woman with wavy curls: "Honey, let me explai..."
"Explain my foot!" Though she looked delicate, she directly lifted the luggage with both hands, making a loud clang as it hit the ground. "You scoundrel! You dare to mess around behind my back!"
"Ah! Honey, let me explain!"
"I won't listen, I won't listen, I just won't listen!"
"Ah! Please don't hit me! I was wrong..."
Shocked, in broad daylight, under the gaze of many, a man was being publicly abused by his wife. Is it a distortion of human nature or a loss of morality? Stay tuned for more details in "City Life: The Club of Life Exchanges"!
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
o a martial world and obtained a system that allowed him to draw one entry per year. Unfortunately, all he drew were useless white-tier entries. The probability for high-quality entries was extremely low, with the highest-tier mythic entry having a mere 0.001% chance! To increase the probability, he had to improve his martial realm, but he lacked the innate talent for cultivation. At the age of eighteen, Chen Yi fell into the hands of a gang and was forced into hard labor. Just as his life seemed destined for a bleak end, on his 18th entry draw, he actually pulled a mythic entry—Simulator! In the simulation, he could also draw one entry every year that passed, and upon ending the simulation, he would inherit all entries and his martial realm! In his first simulation, Chen Yi struggled desperately just to survive, knowing that living one more year meant one more entry draw! Finally, with hair turned white, he drew the entry he had longed for—Low-Grade Innate Talent! "Hahaha! Don't bully the old and poor! Time to cultivate and inherit my cultivation base!" ... From then on, Chen Yi continuously simulated and drew entries, his martial realm soaring higher and higher! Epic, legendary, and even mythic entries were gathered into his collection one after another! "What demon race or devil race? What dark turmoil? I don't know anything about that. They just charged at me screaming 'How can you possibly ascend to immortality?!' and got stuck to my fists, unable to be shaken off. Blind spots, speed bumps... go talk to my simulator. We're all struggling to survive out here. I'm trying so hard, so how are they still alive?"
Explosive Plot Song Gua crossed over into another world, bringing along a whole crew of his doppelgangers—all of them mischief-makers. This was a world where everyone could choose a class. Song Gua became a "Bondweaver," capable of borrowing power, while his doppelgangers took on a wide variety of classes, covering just about everything. The number of doppelgangers grew day by day, each one a talented individual with a charming way of speaking. Under Song Gua's brilliant leadership, they would "greet" each other daily and engage in friendly "sparring," pulling off one major scheme after another on Earth. Sometimes they were bandits—stealing bosses, plundering mines, snatching resources. Sometimes they were saviors—descending like divine warriors to face world bosses threatening to massacre cities. Sometimes they even went undercover, infiltrating various major factions to stir up trouble from within, keeping their enemies constantly on edge. To prevent their doppelganger abilities from being exposed, Song Gua made them wear masks with mahjong tile patterns and don Taoist robes in various colors. "Remember, in front of outsiders, call me 'The Dice.'" "Got it! Boss!" "Not 'Boss'—it's 'The Dice.' Think about the vibe, pay attention to the vibe." "Yes! Boss!" "For crying out loud..." From then on, whenever they appeared, they would have their own theme song playing: ~Hey~ paying respects at the mountain stronghold at night~ whose arm is draped over whose shoulder~ gather your courage and follow along...
