Stubborn Little White Flower: "I don't want your money!"...
I am a president
I have a charming jaw like a knife, eight sculpted abdominal muscles, a beautiful and fit body, and a height of 188cm is enough to make me stand out from the crowd.
I wake up from a 50-square-meter bed every day, and there are hundreds of people serving me in this manor covering thousands of square meters.
I am the richest man in the world. I control the lifeline of the global economy and own more than 300 companies covering various fields such as technology, entertainment, real estate, animal husbandry, oil, high-end custom-made products and online games.
My daily life is peaceful and simple.
However, the changes started from today.
This morning, my driver was driving me to the company in my limited-edition extended commercial vehicle, when suddenly a woman in a white dress appeared in front of me.
The car braked suddenly and my handsome nose almost hit the back of the chair in front of me.
The bodyguard got out of the car to negotiate with her, and I saw the woman on the ground through the car window.
She was wearing a long dress with a large hem that reached the ground. She also had long, shiny black hair with a white hairpin on her head.
She looked young, probably a student. The books in her hands were scattered on the ground. There was a German book with a blue hard cover reflecting the sunlight. The cover design was exquisite like a work of art and looked very eye-catching. I looked at it a few more times, but unfortunately I couldn't see the words clearly.
I looked away and raised my hand to look at my watch.
I overslept for the first time this morning and got up two hours later than usual. I had a meeting with the company's employees at nine o'clock. Although I was the initiator of the meeting, as a president with obsessive-compulsive disorder, I did not allow myself to be late.
"Are you okay? Can you stand up by yourself? Do you need to call an ambulance?" asked the bodyguard.
The girl in the white dress held on to the wall and slowly stood up.
The bodyguard breathed a sigh of relief and explained, "My husband is going to be late for a meeting. I will accompany you to the hospital for a check-up."
The woman in the white dress didn't say anything. She picked up the book. The book with a blue cover was held on the outside and was facing me. The dark blue and hard cover made her forearm look white and soft.
She was holding a book, with a stubborn and angry expression on her face. She walked to my car window with firm steps and then knocked on it rudely.
I looked at my watch again and it was already eight fifty.
The dress kept hitting my car window, as if it was going to break it if I didn't roll it down.
The world's top bulletproof car windows are used to protect against assassins, not against a strange woman.
I was confused and rolled down the window.
The dress was stunned when she saw me, then angrily asked, "Is this your way of apologizing for bumping into someone?"
"Apologize to me!"
I felt even more confused.
"I don't think there's anything to apologize for."
I raised my wrist and looked at the watch again, and there was not enough time.
I looked at the bodyguard.
"Let's solve it quickly."
The bodyguard had just reached into his pocket when he was interrupted by the angry voice of the dress.
"I don't want your filthy money!"
She raised her hands angrily and threw the blue German book and another book at me.
Fortunately, I raised the window in time, so the two books were pressed against the car window, and I could finally see the names of the books clearly.
The girl in the dress turned and walked away, her back slender and stubborn.
I rolled down the window. "Wait a minute."
She stopped and turned half of her body away modestly.
"If you apologize to me..."
I ignored him and waved at the bodyguard.
"Call the police."
“Bring the dashcam footage.”
What a weird woman. She took the opportunity to come over with a pile of books and acted so confidently as to commit fraud.
The most insulting thing to my intelligence is that she was not professional enough in her attempt to hit the car. She fell down when the car was still a fist away from her.
Even if you don't know that my car has an automatic braking system, you should know that it has a dash cam.
I shook my head and rolled up the window.
The woman was still saying difficult to understand words like "Let me go, you running dogs of capital" and "Don't think you can slander me with a few bucks".
I was too lazy to guess her thoughts, just like I was too lazy to ask her why she wanted to read the translated versions of "Postpartum Care of Sows" and "Tractor Maintenance Technology".
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