Transmigrated as the Dead Wife of a Hong Kong Tycoon [1980s]

Fan Qi was deeply fond of a powerful figure from a Hong Kong novel—a man whose turbulent early life had shaped him into someone irresistibly charismatic.

But admiration was one thing. Fan Q...

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The arm grabbed around and finally fell on him. He impatiently pulled her arm away and turned on the light again. ④Thinking Rabbit④Online④Read④

Her hair was messy, the blanket was gone, her T-shirt was below her chest, revealing her slim waist and belly, one leg was straight and the other was half bent, it seemed that the bed, which was not wide to begin with, was not big enough for her to sleep on.

Chen Zhiqian pushed her inside and wanted to let her go, but he couldn't bear to watch her, so he pulled a blanket over her. However, as soon as he covered her, she turned around and the blanket fell off again...

Chapter 5

◎Stock Brokerage

Fan Qi woke up. She knew that Chen Zhiqian had already gotten up. She didn't want to open her eyes, didn't want to face the fact that she was in a book, and didn't want to see this mini bedroom. She was completely a hypocrite. Looking at the paper man in the book, she could swear that it was slander. He clearly distinguished between gratitude and resentment, so how could he do such a thing? But when she really got to him, there was even a 1% chance that she didn't want to be with him.

After a quick phone ring outside the door, Chen Zhiqian's voice came in: "Mr. Wang, why are you so excited? She agreed to attend the social event, but I didn't let her go. She's a young girl, and Hong Kong is not safe late at night. Don't you know?"

Hearing this, Fan Qi knew that it was the director who had "benefited" the original owner and called, and that he had to solve the problem himself.

She immediately got out of bed and walked out the door. Chen Zhiqian said in a deep voice, "Mr. Wang, what was your purpose in asking her to accompany you drinking last night? Do you think I don't know?"

Fan Qi walked over and took the phone from Chen Zhiqian. A voice came from the other end of the phone: "Mr. Chen, I really doubt that you are still alive in the Qing Dynasty. Why don't you bind your sister's feet and keep her away from the house? Don't let her go out to make a living! Don't socialize when you are out there!"

"What does the three thousand yuan Mr. Cai mentioned?" Fan Qi asked.

"Mr. Lin invites you to dinner and wants to buy you a gift."

"Mr. Wang, let me be frank. I am not completely ignorant of some of the shady things in the entertainment industry. Nowadays, people laugh at the poor but not at prostitutes. It is normal for someone to be willing to pay a price for fame and fortune. However, this must be consensual on both sides. Make it clear from the beginning. Have you made it clear to me? You didn't tell me, so aren't you deceiving me? Because I didn't fall for it, you blame me?" Fan Qi said a series of words.

After being exposed by Fan Qi, the director surnamed Wang changed his tone: "Fan Qi, you are pretending to be noble and pure, do you still want to make a name for yourself? Your contract will expire in more than 20 days. I finally helped you negotiate with the company to change your contract to the one with a guaranteed minimum salary of 6,000 yuan, but you don't want it anymore, right?"

The guaranteed amount of 400 yuan expires on July 12th. Fortunately, I didn’t sign the contract in advance, otherwise wouldn’t I be so annoyed by now? Fan Qi had a smile on his face, but spoke in a very formal manner: "I believe that gold will always shine, and I don't care about crooked ways."

"Childish. I can praise you, but I can also make you unable to turn over." The director sneered, "Wait until you get naked and kneel down to beg me."

"Okay! You wait." Fan Qi hung up the phone, not wanting to argue with trash.

Turning around, she saw Chen Zhiqian coming over with a plate containing two slices of bread and a serving of scrambled eggs. She asked in surprise, "Is there no portion for me?"

As soon as the words came out, Fan Qi wanted to bite off his tongue. Could he change this casual temper? How dare she spend twenty-seven dollars to make breakfast? Do you think the number twenty-seven is not enough and want to add a little more?

"You eat this first, I'll make another one." Chen Zhiqian put the plate in his hand on the table.

Fan Qi looked at the breakfast on the table, then at Chen Zhiqian who had returned to the stove to take out eggs. Could it be that all the stories were lies? The man clearly had a very good temper. Or... just eat it? Brush your teeth before eating.

She went to the bathroom to brush her teeth, and what she saw in the mirror was herself with her hair disheveled like a golden lion. She widened her eyes and thought that she had just been