11
Over the next few days, I looked up a little information about Lâm Chi Việt online.
A whole pile of results popped up.
The key thing was that Lâm Chi Việt’s net worth was now more than ten times mine?
I nearly died reading the news. I wasn’t having it!
To catch up with and surpass him, I immediately threw myself into expanding our business across the country, burying myself in work and hustling harder than ever.
Meanwhile, Lâm Chi Việt did nothing but send me goofy good-morning and good-night messages on WeChat every day.
Seriously, who told him this was how you pursued a girl?
After some time passed like this, my parents started getting a little anxious and began setting me up on dates.
I was furious and threw a fit at home. “Is the Giang family about to go under or something?”
My mom coaxed me carefully. “No, sweetheart. Just go meet him once. It’s only dinner. If you like him, give it a try; if you don’t, come right back.”
My dad played the gentle card, his expression a little wistful as he said, “Lately I keep thinking about when you were a junior in high school. Your homeroom teacher called your mom and me in to complain that you’d dated just about every boy at school, and a bunch of them had gotten into fights over you. While your teacher was lecturing you, a line of boys were peeking in through the office window. You glanced over at them, and they scattered like birds and beasts, laughing and yelling. I remember thinking then, Why is my daughter so adorable when she’s beating people up? She was so full of life.”
Me: “……”
In light of my dad laying on such a long string of compliments, I reluctantly agreed.
When I arrived at the restaurant, a server led me to the private dining room.
The server gently pushed the door open. The man inside, dressed in a suit and leather shoes, looked up and met my gaze in silence.
Damn it. My parents had teamed up with an outsider to trick me!
I turned and ran.
The man in the private room chased after me for a few steps and grabbed my wrist. With a half-smile, he said, “Giang Ti Vũ, why are you running?”
He escorted me back to the private room.
It was Japanese-style, with Lâm Chi Việt on one end and me on the other.
Honestly, the atmosphere was a little flirtatious.
Lâm Chi Việt’s questions grew increasingly pointed.
“Don’t you like me?”
“It’s not that.”
“Is there something I haven’t done well enough? I can change.”
“That’s not it either.”
“That’s good, then.”
He let out a soft breath and smiled at me politely, his eyes sparkling. “Ti Vũ, you have plenty of time and patience for me. We can take this slowly.”
Take it slowly… Yeah, right!
Liar!
I honestly couldn’t understand how Lâm Chi Việt could get drunk on clear liquor, so I had no choice but to take him home myself.
The Lâm family lived in an estate halfway up the mountain. His parents welcomed me warmly and were about to take Lâm Chi Việt off my hands, but he grabbed my hand and stubbornly refused to let go.
In the end, I had to escort him all the way to his bedroom and help him onto the bed.
I tossed him onto the bed. He stumbled, then pulled me down with him, and the six-foot-two man landed heavily on top of me.
I snapped, “Lâm Chi Việt, let go of me!”
His eyes sparkled as he looked at me stubbornly. “No!”
His parents exchanged glances and laughed. “Tiểu Giang, why don’t you two chat for a bit? We won’t bother you.”
The two of them hurried out of the bedroom.
As soon as they shut the door, they pressed their ears against it to eavesdrop.
A little while later, voices drifted out of the room.
The Giang family’s young lady sounded shy and coquettish as she complained, “You’re the one whose net worth is higher than mine! I don’t like it when the man’s worth more than the woman’s. It makes me, the dignified young lady of the Giang family, feel so pathetic.”
Their precious son asked in a humble tone without the slightest hesitation, “Then if my family went bankrupt, would you stay with me?”
So filial. Incredibly filial.
What a loving, close-knit family.
Mr. and Mrs. Lâm were a little exasperated by their son, who was completely lovesick.
Soon, they heard the young lady of the Giang family answer in disbelief, “Of course not. Who’d want to stay with a poor man?”
They couldn’t make out what was said next.
Mrs. Lâm finally decided eavesdropping like this was immoral, so she dragged Mr. Lâm away.
In the bedroom, Lâm Chi Việt and I had rolled from the bed into the bathtub.
The tub was full of flower petals and bubbles. I lounged in his arms and said, “Don’t move, okay? If you move, that’s a foul.”
“Yes, ma’am, young lady.”
Satisfied, I tipped my head back and kissed his Adam’s apple first.
Lâm Chi Việt’s face flushed. Flustered, he closed his eyes and leaned his head back, letting me do whatever I wanted.
His Adam’s apple bobbed as drops of water slid down him, making him look utterly sensual.
Then I poked his eight-pack abs, giving him a little poke before sucking on them twice.
Lâm Chi Việt suppressed a sexy, enticing gasp in his throat.
After playing around for a while, I got tired and left Lâm Chi Việt there while I started playing on my phone.
Lâm Chi Việt looked at me forlornly.
I smiled sweetly and pretended not to notice.
I didn’t expect to stumble across some huge piece of gossip.
!The Beijing Crown Prince and Kiều Lộ Nhi are trending like crazy.
I opened it and saw that Kiều Lộ Nhi’s private account had been exposed.
Kiều Lộ Nhi was the cute girl I’d met at the bar that day. It turned out she was a minor star, too.
The latest post was a secretly taken photo of her with Lâm Chi Việt’s profile in the frame. The picture was so blurry it was hard to make out anyone’s appearance, but the all-powerful fans not only recognized them—they dug up all the details, too.
“They’re such a perfect match! The ones who can’t get together are the ones who suffer!”
“I heard Lù Nhi is the Crown Prince’s junior. It was because of Lù Nhi that the Crown Prince ended up finding his birth parents by sheer coincidence.”
“Oh my God, this is fate bringing them together, right?”
I kept sneering as I stood up from the bathtub, wrapped myself in a towel, and walked out.
Lâm Chi Việt hurried after me and asked cautiously, “What’s wrong?”
I snapped, “It’s trending now, too. Fate bringing them together, huh?”
He hurriedly pulled out his phone and glanced at it, then quickly explained in alarm, “There’s nothing going on between Kiều Lộ Nhi and me. I didn’t even know she had a crush on me. I’m good friends with her stepbrother, Bùi Kỳ, so we cross paths now and then.”
When he saw that I showed no reaction, he bit his lip and could only sacrifice his friend: “Actually, Bùi Kỳ likes her.”
I wasn’t angry anymore. “Chi Việt, give me a hug.”
Lâm Chi Việt stared at me, his gaze deepening. He swept me up in one arm and set me on the couch, then braced one hand on my waist and the other against the back of the couch before kissing me.
I wasn’t about to be outdone. I wrapped my arms and legs around him like a clinging vine.
The temperature in the bedroom kept rising.
After a night of passion, I slept in Lâm Chi Việt’s arms until dawn.
He kissed my forehead and asked gently, “Miss, satisfied with my service?”
I said lazily, “Young people shouldn’t get cocky or impatient. Keep working hard, Xiao Lin.”
I foolishly provoked him, only to end up pinned to the bed again. I could barely get up that morning.
By lunchtime, it was time for the meeting.
I picked up my phone and glanced at Weibo again, and saw that Lâm Chi Việt had posted sometime after midnight.
[My one true love, my first love. From the moment I fell for you at seventeen until the end of my life, there will only ever be you.]
Not only had he posted a photo of me, he’d also shown off the black card I gave him, calling it our token of betrothal.
My heart was bursting with joy.
I replied to his Weibo post: “No limit on the black card. Spend whatever you want, for the rest of your life.”
“And one more thing—I love you, too.”
(The End)