Lin Qiong started babbling incessantly.

Fu Xingyun crossed his arms and leaned on him, "You think I'd believe that?"

Lin Qiong looked at him and asked, "Otherwise what?"

"Since you say you've liked me for a long time, how come I've never seen you before?"

Lin Qiong gave him a deep look. "You've forgotten."

Fu Xingyun: "What?"

Lin Qiong: "I have low self-esteem."

"..."

"But we have indeed met."

Fu Xingyun raised an eyebrow: "Where?"

Lin Qiong lowered her head shyly, "In my dreams."

"..."

Lin Qiong cleared her throat, then said with a serious expression:

"I know you can't believe me right now, but time will tell. All you need to know is that I love you," he said.

Those eyes were clear and sincere, as if they possessed some kind of captivating magic, making it impossible to look away.

The sunlight outside shone through the glass windows into the room, casting a long shadow on the rubber tree in the living room, covering Fu Xingyun. However, the sunlight was also dazzling due to the reflection from the wheelchair.

The light flickered, making the young man's already fair face appear even more translucent. His lips were red, his teeth were white, and his eyes were bright. A pair of dark, grape-like eyes were fixed on him, his eyelashes fluttering in the dappled sunlight.

Fu Xingyun's fingers curled up almost imperceptibly.

He looked at Lin Qiong with his eyes half-closed.

Very good, the person in front of you is very deceptive.

Fu Xingyun glanced out the window; it was indeed a beautiful day. In the end, the two compromised and decided to take a stroll in the yard where they could play golf.

Lin Qiong pushed Ren Ren around the yard with satisfaction. Because of yesterday's extreme exercise of running two kilometers, her legs were sore when she woke up this morning and they still are.

He had planned to walk for only ten minutes or so, but the villa's area was much larger than he had imagined.

After wandering around outside for half an hour, Lin Qiong returned to the house and lay on the sofa like a useless person, her belly exposed.

Fu Xingyun glanced at him, then turned and went up to the third floor.

Buzz—the cell phone placed to the side vibrated, sending chills down the spine of anyone who heard it.

Lin Qiong stretched out her arm, picked it up, and glanced at it. It was an unfamiliar number without a contact name.

I swiped my finger to connect.

As soon as the call connected, the person on the other end was about to speak when a weak, listless voice came through.

"I won't buy insurance."

“…” Wang Cheng, “I’m not an insurance salesman.”

"Oh," came a lazy reply from the other end. "I don't want a card."

"..."

Wang Cheng took a deep breath. "I'm not selling insurance or issuing cards, I'm your agent!"

Lin Qiong's brow twitched upon hearing this; the original owner of this body was actually a spendthrift with a job.

The book doesn't describe Lin Qiong, this insignificant cannon fodder character, in short, he was born to court death.

The original text does not provide a detailed description of what kind of work he did.

The other party claimed to be an agent; could they be in the entertainment industry?

Lin Qiong responded, "Is there something you need?"

Wang Cheng's voice was furious, "You still have the nerve to ask? Look at what day it is! You asked me for three days off, and now a whole week has passed and I still haven't seen you."

Lin Qiong moved the phone slightly away from her ear. "Some things have been delayed."

"Is everything resolved now?"

Wang Cheng actually knew what kind of person the other party was. After yelling, he felt much better and his tone softened.

After all, if things continue like this, the other party might just give him the cold shoulder, hang up the phone, and disappear.

Lin Qiong glanced up at the building and said, "Almost."

After hearing this, Wang Cheng got straight to the point, "I've got you a job. I'll pick you up tomorrow."

Lin Qiong was completely confused. "What kind of job?"

"This is a fashion shoot, a job we finally got, so don't mess it up."

Lin Qiong nodded after listening, and in that instant, she gained a better understanding of her career.

Wang Cheng: "I'll pick you up tomorrow morning, the usual place."

Lin Qiong had no idea where the other person meant by "old place," and said, "I've moved."

Wang Cheng: "Then send me the address, and I'll go there tomorrow."

Lin Qiong gave a slight "OK".

During dinner, Lin Qiong told Fu Xingyun that she would be going out to work the next day.

The man looked up at him, a rare hint of surprise in his eyes.

"They've asked you for a job?"

Lin Qiong nodded. "Yeah, I don't know when it will end. I might be back late."

Fu Xingyun stopped looking at him. "It's fine if you don't come back."

“That won’t do,” Lin Qiong said seriously. “The jacuzzi at home will be lonely.”

"..."

The next day, Lin Qiong knocked on the door of the next room and said, "I'm going out to work. Remember to eat breakfast."

He waited for the man's indifferent reply from inside before going downstairs and leaving the house.

Wang Cheng called, "I've arrived. You'll see me when you come out of here."

Sure enough, as soon as he stepped out of the villa area, he saw a middle-aged man leaning against his car and waving at him.

Behind him was a brand new BMW.

Lin Qiong understood and was about to take a step forward when she suddenly heard footsteps behind her. Then a delicate pink figure rushed past her and fluttered into the BMW like a butterfly.

A black BMW drove by, revealing a dilapidated minivan behind it.

Wang Cheng saw the other person and waved happily, "Lin Qiong!!!"

Lin Qiong: "..."

The other person looked to be in their early twenties, not much older than him.

Lin Qiong stepped forward, opened the door of the minivan, and got in.

Looking at the luxurious villa district behind him, Wang Cheng couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, "Damn, this is much better than where you used to live."

Although I knew Lin Qiong's family was wealthy, I recently heard that their business was not doing well and wasn't making much money, so this spendthrift second-generation rich kid had to come out and earn money.

Although he spent more than he earned, Lin Qiong was used to spending money lavishly, so he didn't care. Before, he lived in a high-rise apartment with a high monthly rent.

He was lucky enough to go inside once; it was almost like a pigsty.

But that's not the point. The point is that Lin Qiong has now moved to a famous wealthy villa area.

Wang Cheng looked at him with his small eyes and asked, "Your dad made it into the Forbes list?"

Lin Qiong glanced at him. "No."

Wang Cheng: "Then how did you get out of there?!"

Lin Qiong looked back, then pointed and said, "Do you see that road?"

Wang Cheng quickly craned his neck to look, "I saw it."

Lin Qiong spoke up, "I came from here."

Wang Cheng: ...

After chatting for a few more minutes, Wang Cheng started the engine.

A deafening roar erupted, indicating that the bread roll was quite old.

The minivan rattled along the road, and through their conversation, Lin Qiong learned about the original owner's job from Wang Cheng.

He worked as an actor in the entertainment industry, but after two years in the business, he was still an ordinary person.

Lin Qiong isn't very famous, but she has a big temper. She won't play minor roles or run away unless she's a corpse, and she's unwilling to play supporting roles. If she's unhappy, she'll just quit and leave.

Naturally, no one would hire such a pretentious and obscure little artist.

After all, the entertainment industry is full of good-looking and obedient people. Although he is good-looking, he can't get any good jobs.

Today's itinerary is simply to shoot model photos for a niche brand.

That's right, it's not the kind of thing that gets featured in a magazine; it's just displayed on a niche brand's official website for a few days.

Wang Cheng glanced at him as he drove, and thought that the man's temper had improved considerably since he hadn't seen him for a few days.

"What have you been doing all these days?"

Lin Qiong took out her phone and sent a message to Fu Xingyun, reminding him not to forget to eat breakfast. After hearing his inquiry, she replied, "I got married in my spare time."

Screech! — The tires screeched as they scraped against the road.

Wang Cheng quickly pulled the car over to the side of the road. "You're married!"

Lin Qiong gave him a somewhat puzzled look. "Yes."

Wang Cheng immediately thought of the villa in the wealthy neighborhood where Lin Qiong lived today. Although there were rich people everywhere, those places were inhabited by famous businessmen.

He watches financial news every day, hoping to win the lottery and become a millionaire someday.

However, he hadn't heard of any young and promising wealthy men getting married in the past few days, and Wang Cheng's heart suddenly sank.

"The other person is older than you, isn't he?"

Lin Qiong thought for a moment, realizing that the age difference was six years, which was too many to count on one hand, "That's quite a lot."

Wang Cheng could hardly believe that the other party would stoop so low for money, but with a glimmer of hope, he tentatively asked, "What did you see in him?"

"Is it an extraordinary temperament or a refined manner of speaking?"

Wang Cheng prayed silently in his heart.

Lin Qiong was very honest, and when she thought of the large alimony payment after the divorce, she smiled brightly, "His money."

Wang Cheng: "You married an old man."

"What 'old man' sounds awful," Lin Qiong retorted earnestly.

Wang Cheng saw a glimmer of hope.

Lin Qiong: "He just lived a long time."

Wang Cheng: ...

Although Wang Cheng had previously disliked Lin Qiong and even considered quitting,

But they also felt sorry for the other person's depravity, and were heartbroken to see the other person's heartless and carefree attitude.

For a moment, the other person's smile was dazzling. This vibrant life had sold its soul for money, and had been torn apart and trampled on, leading it astray.

If they get old, the other person will definitely regret it.

Wang Cheng looked at him and said, "You're really not picky."

Lin Qiong smiled shyly, "One shouldn't be too competitive."

Then, breaking the other person's prejudice, he said to them, "Besides, what's wrong with an old man? An old man with a minimum living allowance is much more reliable than those young people in society."

Wang Cheng listened blankly as Lin Qiong kept babbling in his ear.

Money makes the world go round, but without money, even ghosts won't open the door.

Looking at the other party's arrogant and domineering face, Wang Cheng fell silent, tilting his head back at a 45-degree angle, looking very melancholy.

Lin Qiong looked at her with suspicion and asked, "What are you doing?"

Wang Cheng didn't look at him but sighed, "A sigh for the world."

Lin Qiong said "Oh," then glanced at the rearview mirror as if she wanted to say something more.

Wang Cheng said in a deep voice, "We'll talk about it later. Let me have some peace and quiet first."

"But……"

"Leave me alone!"

Lin Qiong silently exchanged a glance with the policeman outside the window who was holding a parking ticket.

"..."