Luo Xiaoyi's face was already as red as it could possibly be, even her neck was flushed. Just thinking about that scene made her so nervous that she didn't know how to breathe. She was extremely flustered and just wanted to escape as soon as possible. She blurted out, "Excuse me, President Ou, I need to go to the restroom first."
Then, she ran away as if fleeing, almost bumping into the door frame. Seeing her hasty escape, Ou Zihan smiled knowingly. He was sure he had this woman under his control. Did she really think she could escape?
Ou Zihan glanced at her enormous palm. Did this palm look like the Five Finger Mountain of the Buddha?
Luo Xiaoyi was at the sink in the bathroom, the water from the faucet flowing freely. She frantically splashed cold water on her face, splashing it seven or eight times before she finally calmed her panicked emotions. Looking at herself in the mirror, she saw that her face was still flushed. This man, with his relentless assault, was driving her crazy.
The worst part is, what am I going to do tonight? Once we get the marriage certificate, we'll be husband and wife in name only. This man has made it very clear: he wants to take her tonight. What am I going to do? Her brows furrowed as she racked her brains for a solution.
Suddenly, a strange idea flashed through her mind. She slapped her forehead excitedly, "Yes, that's what I'll do!"
She tidied her makeup, a sly smile playing on her lips as she calmly and confidently walked out of the bathroom.
Huh, that's strange. It's Mo Nan waiting at the door.
Mo Nan's polite voice said, "Miss Luo, President Ou asked me to take you to get your marriage certificate."
She looked completely bewildered. "What? Can someone else get a marriage certificate for you?"
Mo Nan smiled slightly. This commoner is just following the rules, but our CEO is someone who never follows the rules. Otherwise, why would his business be so big?
"Yes, the president is in a board meeting and can't leave. You don't need to trouble him with such a small matter."
"Alright then." He followed Mo Nan to get it done, and just like that, in half an hour, she got her marriage certificate. Was this how her life was going to end? Sigh, looking at this red booklet, she was filled with all sorts of emotions.
But she was certain that the strongest feeling was melancholy. She couldn't help but recall a line of poetry: "How much sorrow can one have? It's like a river of spring water flowing eastward." This line truly reflected her current state of mind.
I don't know if her decision was right or wrong.
Perhaps, only God knows.
In the afternoon, Luo Xiaoyi went to Lin Hongyu to discuss the price of the villa. Although Ou Zihan told her not to get involved, she felt that it was best for her to handle the love-hate relationship between her and Lin Hongyu herself.
: : : : A luxurious private pool party for the upper class.
The villa garden was bursting with flowers, and a huge swimming pool was in the center. Fine wines and delicacies were plentiful and varied. The politicians coming and going were all celebrities from the political and business world, and the atmosphere was at its most exciting.
The entire party was a scene of elegant attire and alluring temptations. Men of noble bearing embraced bikini-clad women, each more stunning than the last. This was the perfect venue for the esteemed men to display their charm, and the best opportunity for the beautiful women to curry favor with the powerful.
Luo Xiaoyi exclaimed in amazement. Money, power, and beauty were all vividly displayed here. This was truly a world of extravagance and debauchery.
Luo Xiaoyi walked towards the poolside and saw Lin Hongyu there. Under the huge parasol, his figure was still so slender and his face was still so handsome. Yes, handsome is the right word. He was the kind of man who was more beautiful than a woman, like a fairy in a storybook, enough to bewitch the hearts of countless young girls.
He lay leisurely on a deck chair in his bathrobe, surrounded by a throng of beautiful women throwing themselves at him. Lin Hongyu was the epitome of a tall, rich, and handsome man, the object of every woman's dreams. He basked in the feeling of being fought over by beauties like an emperor, frolicking happily among the flowers.
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