It wasn’t until the afternoon that Lin Wenhao sent a message apologizing for his impulsive words from the night before.
He wrote a lot more about understanding how hard her work was.
He also said that once he started working, she could be a stay-at-home wife and not have to work so hard.
Finally, he got to the main point—the twenty thousand yuan he wanted to borrow was because his family was having some financial difficulties.
Jiang Wanyin knew that Lin Wenhao, like herself, had younger siblings at home who needed support.
However, his parents ran two restaurants, which was a bit better off than her family.
Could it be that the restaurant business hadn’t been doing well lately?
Jiang Wanyin didn’t think too much about it. Lin Wenhao had always given her the impression of being steady and hardworking.
She checked the transaction history in her mobile banking app.
Of the previous fifty thousand, thirty thousand had gone to her brother’s medical expenses, her mother had kept ten thousand as a reserve, and ten thousand had been sent back to her.
The project here wasn’t finished yet, so her commission hadn’t been paid out—she’d only received her base salary.
At the moment, she only had about twenty thousand on hand, and the landlord had already started pressing her about the rent for the second half of the year.
“I just paid my sister’s tuition, so I can only send you ten thousand for now.”
Jiang Wanyin transferred ten thousand over via Cloud Message, then thought for a moment and asked, “If it’s urgent, I can ask my colleagues to lend me some more.”
Men sometimes couldn’t bring themselves to borrow money from friends.
Especially someone like Lin Wenhao, who studied so hard and had strong self-esteem.
In the past, he hadn’t been very willing to take her money either, to avoid people saying he was living off a woman.
It was Jiang Wanyin who, seeing him only eating meat once every three days and looking pitifully thin from working two part-time jobs, had persuaded him to focus on his studies and that he could make it up to her after he started working.
Within two minutes, he received the money and replied: “This ten thousand will do for now to tide us over!”
“Don’t worry, even if I can’t get into Blueprint, I’ll definitely be able to land a job at a mid-tier investment bank with a monthly salary of fifty thousand!”
“Mm, it’s fine. We’ll work hard together.”
Even if he earned the same as her, Jiang Wanyin wouldn’t mind. She just wanted them to be together, to work, get married, have children, and live a plain and simple life.
She was still annoyed about being teased by Pei Zhou and the other two last night.
She couldn’t very well do anything to these sugar daddy clients, but suddenly her inspiration blazed hot, and she sketched out a “Three Show-Offs” Character Concept Card.
A charming and seductive entertainment industry crown prince X an aloof and arrogant blue-haired young master?
Or a charming and seductive entertainment industry crown prince X a roguishly handsome and unrestrained lone wolf cop?
Afterwards, Jiang Wanyin naturally acted as if nothing had happened and scheduled another meeting with these clients to show them her design drawings.
This time, Shen Ci was mainly responsible for answering the professional questions, while Pei Zhou and Chen Li just nodded and paid on the side.
Jiang Wanyin then returned to her usual state of making revisions under Shen Ci’s guidance, learning a great deal in the process.
Before long, Jiang Wanyin found herself dragged through all the high-end bars, clubs, and banquet halls in the city, and she’d collected business cards from all sorts of venue managers, with various discount cards being shoved into her hands.
Many beautiful women would come up to strike up conversations, trying to fish for information about the four wealthy, handsome men, and they’d always slip her little bribes.
They probably mistook her for someone’s girlfriend, or someone’s “assistant,” hoping she’d put in a good word for them with the big shots.
Sometimes even Jiang Wanyin herself was confused—it seemed like she’d become friends with Shen Ci and the others, eating and drinking together, rather than being their lowly contractor.
Her boss, Zhou Hai, had delegated all business dealings with President Shen’s side entirely to her and never came to follow up again.
He even had her go supervise the on-site decoration of President Shen’s first finalized villa.
What a slave driver—
Good thing she wasn’t married and didn’t have a boyfriend around, or else with this kind of overtime—
Ugh! Us working folks can only be spun around like tops by our bosses.
……
Jiang Wanyin had been having dreams for several nights in a row, and the story of the entertainment industry’s crown prince and the straightforward young police officer had already progressed through the ambiguous flirtation and tension, reaching the moment of being pushed down.
It was stuck on who was on top and who was on the bottom.
It was too agonizing—although she was a fan of the beautiful bottom, she was also quite greedy and wanted to ship both ways.
Unfortunately, she had to go to work and had no time to draw.
Jiang Wanyin arrived at the company with two big dark circles under her eyes. Her appearance, as if someone had drained her vital essence, prompted several colleagues to tease her about taking it easy with her boyfriend.
Sigh, these people just didn’t understand the suffering of a creator—
Then the boss called her over and dropped a bombshell on her.