CIATB Chapter 8 She really dared to think and act.
Chapter 8 She really dared to think and act.
Chapter 8 She really dared to think and act.
Will you marry me?
"what?"
Yu Huan had just sat down in the chair and hadn't even had a chance to greet her yet.
This abrupt remark almost made Yu Huan think she was hallucinating.
Caught completely off guard, even a bolt from the blue wouldn't be enough to describe how I felt at that moment.
It was as if the world was in chaos, like a chicken egg, and then Pangu cleaved it down with his axe, the dull rumble echoing throughout the world, and Yu Huan's mind exploded.
He hurriedly turned around and looked around to make sure that there was no one in the dimly lit meeting room.
This area is a hub for news reporting; you can't joke about this kind of thing.
Perhaps seeing that Yu Huan was a little confused, she continued, "I'm serious."
This up-and-coming female singer, who was keeping a low profile, placed her Hermès crossbody bag on the table, unzipped it, and took out a few folded pages of paper.
He spread it out, smoothed it out, adjusted the order slightly, and then, with fingers as delicate as if he were peeling scallion roots, handed it to Yu Huan.
Yu Huan's mind was buzzing, as if a system was operating within it.
"what?"
He took it with some surprise and uncertainty, glancing down at it.
what?
Prenuptial agreement?
"You know my family is pressuring me, Xiao Yu, please do me a favor."
what! ?
Call me Xiao Yu, right?
You're getting cocky just because I called you fat!
Yu Huan couldn't help but think to himself, but the other person was indeed a little older than him.
The way he called out "Xiao Yu" was quite reasonable.
but.
Marriage is not a game!
Yu Huan wanted to see what Lin Yourong's expression was at this moment, but the deerstalker hat and the dark sunglasses formed a moat, and all that could be seen were her slightly upturned lips like flower petals and her fair chin.
Her face was slightly raised, and the graceful curves from her chin to her neck were striking against the light and shadow.
When The Voice of China aired, Lin Yourong was one of the most popular singers among viewers.
Without it.
Good looks definitely add a lot to the score.
Yu Huan lowered her head and glanced at the clauses.
I almost couldn't sit still after reading so many lines at a glance.
Rich woman!
Steel wool, golden cudgel, Flaming Mountain, and moon-closing fan.
Which one would you like to play first?
Yu Huan's lips twitched slightly before she said, "Sister Yourong, you must be joking!"
"I'm not kidding you!"
"You're not going to make me come to your door, are you?"
"What door are you going to?" Lin Yourong frowned, then launched into a series of witty remarks: "Let's maintain a three-year non-interference marriage relationship first. I'll give you two million every year. In addition, I own a large penthouse in the Delta, which has just been handed over. You can live there as you please. And I have a BMW 3 Series, which will just sit there anyway, so you can drive it too."
"what?"
Yu Huan was speechless, unsure of what to say.
"This year is almost over, so I'll give you an extra million first."
Here you go—here you go—here you go—
According to Lin Yourong, there's no need to visit her yet.
The string of "for you" left Yu Huan breathless.
She's so particular!
She's so daring and bold!
At this moment, Yu Huan couldn't utter a single word of refusal.
He wouldn't be so narcissistic as to think that the other person likes him.
This condescending attitude is hardly what love looks like.
If it's a young person who's just entered the workforce, has high aspirations, and is stubborn, they might feel offended.
but.
Yu Huan had long since given up on trying.
"Does Sister Yourong want to have a marriage of convenience with me so she can appease Uncle Lin and the others?"
"Otherwise what? My dad keeps finding all sorts of excuses to set me up on blind dates. I can't avoid it, it's so annoying!"
As Lin Yourong spoke, she took off her glasses.
Yu Huan saw her furrowing her delicate eyebrows, her clear black and white eyes staring at him from under the shadow of her hat: "My flight is at 1 p.m. tomorrow. I'm going to Shanghai for work and will be there for a while to record songs. Xiao Yu, if you agree, we can have our property notarized and get our marriage certificate tomorrow morning."
"Uh……"
It's like a fairy tale.
Yu Huan hesitated for a moment.
The initial accumulation of capital is extremely difficult, even bloody.
He's desperately short of start-up capital right now.
or……?
Just as he was hesitating, Lin Yourong handed him a pen and placed it on the table in front of him.
Yu Huan still harbored a last shred of stubbornness, and instead of immediately reaching out to take it, she simply said:
"Can't I get a fake certificate?" "Do you think my dad is easier to fool, or my mom? One of them works in journalism, and the other is an official at Hunan Tobacco. They're both cunning old foxes, incredibly shrewd. It's a small matter for me to argue with them. My dad is your direct superior!"
“My parents are both high school teachers, so they’re easy to talk to,” Yu Huan said with a smile.
Lin Yourong's casual remark contained a great deal of information.
She's only just become famous; she's not at the point where she can take millions for granted.
Cadres of Hunan-Hubei Tobacco Company?
No wonder Lin Yourong exuded an aura of immense wealth and power in his eyes at this moment.
Unexpectedly, Old Lin, this seemingly serious and upright old comrade with thick eyebrows and big eyes, is actually a gigolo.
then.
He didn't say anything more about whether he agreed or not.
Those who achieve great things do not stick to trivial matters.
Yu Huan took action by picking up the pen and opening the cap.
The agreement is made in duplicate, with the name and ID number of Party B filled in on one copy and the signature on the other.
Seven million over three years!
You should know that Yu Huan's current salary, including all benefits, is less than two thousand yuan a month.
There's limited room for wage increases in the future; it would be good if we didn't experience deflation in the end.
Normally, if you weren't reborn, you'd be reborn as a beast of burden for several lifetimes, right?
in his eyes.
Lin Yourong seemed to be radiating golden light from head to toe, illuminating the guest room as bright as day.
The Wealth-Giving Maiden—
Ah no.
This is a female Bodhisattva!
"Sister Yourong, to be honest, I'm really short of money right now. When can you give me a million first?"
Hear this.
After putting on her sunglasses, Lin Yourong pursed her lips and said, "It's all in black and white. I'll give it to you after we get the certificate tomorrow."
"That's fine."
Yu Huan smiled broadly.
Lin Yourong bent down and took the prenuptial agreement from in front of him. She glanced at it briefly, folded it up, and stuffed it into her crossbody bag.
Then, he looked up and said, "It's a pleasure working with you."
"It's a pleasure to work with you!" Yu Huan extended his hand to her.
The two shook hands briefly and then parted ways.
Yu Huan picked up another contract from the table, carefully folded it, trying not to leave any creases, and put it into the inside pocket of her coat.
Lin Yourong hesitated for a moment, but still voiced her question: "Is your family facing some difficulties, and therefore short of money?"
“No,” Yu Huan said truthfully, “I want to buy a house.”
"Buy a house?"
"Yes!"
"OK then."
Lin Yourong nodded. She had no objection to this, because the Chinese people's obsession with owning a house is deeply ingrained.
It's perfectly normal for Yu Huan, a young man from a county, to want to own a house in the city.
She tucked the agreement into her handbag, stood up, and said, "Then I won't disturb your work any longer."
Seeing this, Yu Huan quickly stood up as well.
"Your leg isn't healed yet, so you don't need to see me off."
"No, no, no, I have to give it to you!"
This is a god of wealth.
You need to respectfully send off the God of Wealth to avoid affecting your fortune.
Yu Huan insisted on seeing her off.
Lin Yourong could only slow down and walk alongside him.
As the two strolled into the lobby, Yu Huan suddenly heard someone calling him from behind.
"Hey! Yu Huan!"
He turned around.
The man lowered his raised hand, his face beaming with a smile, and said:
"Your limp is proof of your medal! You saved the leader from danger, got incredibly lucky, and turned your life around!"
The other person looked him up and down and said, "Tsk tsk tsk, dressed like that, anyone who didn't know better would think you were some high-ranking leader!"
Yu Huan gave a forced smile: "Yuan'er, you're still so diligent, huh? Just finished working overtime?"
The word "er" was emphasized.
It was genuine feeling; she wanted to be his "wild father."
"Yes. I told Yuting about your fracture yesterday, and she said she would take some time to visit you at the Provincial People's Hospital. Look at her, she's such a nice person, but you still went and confessed to her. You have no self-awareness and made a big fuss. So many people were watching at the graduation ceremony, and in the end, you can't even be friends with her."
"Isn't someone who doesn't even dare to confess their feelings even less worthy?" Yu Huan chuckled.
Yuan'er was immediately choked.
(End of this chapter)