He paused slightly, his voice steady and powerful, "House, money, and even a career platform of your own, giving you the opportunity to become a powerful businesswoman and a female elite in Hong Kong Island - of course, this presupposes that you have the talent and ability."
"I understand! Xiao Linsheng, I really do!" Lv Ruirong nodded without hesitation, her voice filled with excitement and promise. "I don't care about status! I don't care! I just want... I just want to stop living the life I used to live in fear of seeing the rice jar empty. I don't want my family to haggle over a few dollars anymore! I'm participating in Miss Hong Kong for this! To have this opportunity, I... I will definitely not let you down!"
Her honesty and desire are naked, yet carry a real power driven by a survival instinct.
Lin Huowang raised the corners of his lips in an almost imperceptible arc: "Very good. I knew from the moment I met you that you are a very smart woman and you know what choices to make." As he spoke, he reached out from the inside pocket of his suit and took out a brown leather checkbook very naturally.
Without hesitation, without even glancing at Lu Ruirong, he uncapped the pen and began writing rapidly on the unfolded check page. The scratching sound of the pen tip across the paper was unusually clear in the silent room.
Soon, a torn check was handed to Lu Ruirong.
With trembling hands, Lv Ruirong took the piece of paper that felt light yet weighed over a thousand pounds. When her eyes fell on the string of numbers on the check—"Hong Kong dollars"—her head buzzed, and blood rushed to her head!
One million Hong Kong dollars! This was an astronomical sum that her family couldn't save even if they didn't eat or drink for more than a decade! It was a number that Kobayashi Tianwang had just casually written down!
Her hands trembled uncontrollably, and a huge sense of happiness shot through her like an electric current. All her previous worries and pretended drunkenness completely disappeared, leaving only the ecstasy of regaining what she had lost and endless longing for the future.
"Thank you...thank you Mr. Xiaolin!" Her voice was choked with uncontrollable sobs.
Zhu Lingling, standing nearby, felt a crushing pressure from Lu Ruirong's eagerness to express her feelings. Her pride and self-respect prevented her from immediately declaring her position like Lu Ruirong had, so she could only bite her lower lip, savoring the bitterness of hesitation. Her eyes, however, were uncontrollably glued to the check Lu Ruirong clutched tightly in her hand.
One million!
Her heart skipped a beat, then sped up like a drum. She knew all too well what that number meant to her family.
My father's small factory, which was always struggling to make ends meet, probably had less than a million in liquid funds combined with all his assets! And this Kobayashi Tianwang just casually wrote on a piece of paper!
At that moment, all the unbearable memories of her childhood - the sound of creditors banging on the door and cursing, her father's panicked back as he hid from his debts, her mother's fragile expression of forced calm, the whole family huddled in the dark closet and held their breath in fear - came flooding back like an icy tide, instantly breaking the dam of pride that she had been holding up.
It turns out that in the face of true wealth and power, the pride that maintains respectability is so vulnerable. It turns out that the opportunity to escape class and leap forward is right before our eyes.
But her throat seemed to be strangled by an invisible hand, and she could not make a sound. Her body was frozen in place, unable to leave or stay.
At this moment, Lu Ruirong, sensing Zhu Lingling's embarrassment and hesitation, immediately understood Lin Huowang's silent gaze. She quickly and carefully put the check away and stepped forward to hold Zhu Lingling's arm.
"Sister Lingling," Lv Ruirong's voice was gentle and thoughtful, "Don't be in a daze. Look, we've been drinking and eating all night, and we're all sticky and uncomfortable... Xiaolinsheng, how about... Sister Lingling and I go to the bathroom to wash up and clean up, and then come out to talk to you when we're more sober?"
As she spoke, she secretly exerted force with her hands, almost half pushing and half pulling Zhu Lingling, who was still struggling with her conscience, towards the frosted glass door leading to the bathroom.
"Mr. Lin, you... please wait a moment! We will be there soon!" Lu Ruirong turned around and gave Lin Huowang a smile that was both flattering and a little ambiguous, and her voice returned to its usual cuteness.
Zhu Lingling felt like she was being pushed into a one-way street with no way back. Reject? She simply didn't have the courage to confront Lu Ruirong, whose attitude had suddenly changed after she had already received the million-dollar check. She simply couldn't muster the courage to force her departure again.
Stay? But her pride was making her feel uncomfortable when she was asked to "shower and change clothes" and then come out like a sacrifice.
In this chaotic struggle, she was dragged into the bathroom by Lu Ruirong without any explanation.
With a soft "click", the bathroom door was closed by Lu Ruirong from inside.
The bedroom returned to a brief silence, leaving only Lin Huowang and two women sleeping soundly on the bed.
He took a deep breath, and the tip of his nose seemed to still be filled with the unique and elegant fragrance of his wife Liu Rumeng, mixed with the unique scent of perfume and alcohol from the beauties in front of him.
The last look in his wife's eyes and the warning, "Don't come out until you finish your work," are extremely clear in his mind.
Lü Ruirong's tact and efficiency far exceeded his expectations. He knew what was going to happen next.
He didn't hesitate.
She stood up quickly and walked to the wardrobe in the corner of the room, where several clean men's bathrobes and silk nightgowns were hung.
Lin Huowang picked up a soft, dark silk nightgown and unbuttoned the first button of his white shirt, then the second.
The sound of warm bath water drifted faintly through the top-grade, imported frosted glass door, accompanied by subtle whispers, the rustling of fabric, and the deliberately suppressed yet still escaping low exclamations and giggles.
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