No wonder “Boss Wang” was so handsome and had such a great figure…
So, she had slept with the wrong person and accidentally demanded a million from him?
Lin Nianxi tried hard to digest this fact.
Sleeping with the man from last night was still better than being slept with by the fat and greasy Boss Wang.
In the past, she had lived under someone else’s roof, controlled by Zhao Yun and her family, forced to be a meek and bullied pushover. But now, she had money to treat her grandmother’s illness, so she no longer needed to listen to them.
Lin Nianxi snapped back to reality and sent a message to Zhao Yun: 【I won’t be going tonight. You don’t need to worry about Grandma’s medical expenses either.】
【As for the Lin family, I’ll move out tonight.】
She could rent a small place.
She could also work part-time while studying to support herself through school.
She had hands and feet—she wouldn’t starve herself.
Lin Nianxi believed she could take good care of her grandmother.
Zhao Yun’s voice message came through the very next second.
Knowing Zhao Yun wouldn’t have anything nice to say, Lin Nianxi tapped to convert the voice message to text.
Zhao Yun: 【So you’ve really grown wings! It’s your good fortune to serve Boss Wang. Who knows, he might take a liking to you and be willing to keep you. Wouldn’t it be great to enjoy all the wealth and luxury then?】
【Lin Nianxi, I advise you not to be ungrateful!】
Over the years, Lin Nianxi had grown accustomed to the insults from Zhao Yun and her family, but seeing these words still made her eyes slightly redden. She clenched her phone tightly.
They never treated her as a person.
They saw her as a free maid, a tool to secure investments.
Since that was the case, she no longer needed to cling to the nonexistent familial affection.
With trembling hands, Lin Nianxi quickly typed: 【If Boss Wang is so great, why not let Lin Xuewei serve him? Haven’t you always wanted her to find a rich man?】
【Such good fortune should go to Lin Xuewei instead.】
After sending this message, Lin Nianxi didn’t give Zhao Yun another chance to curse at her. She immediately blocked and deleted her.
This was the first time she had stood up so firmly to her uncle’s family.
From today onward, Lin Nianxi would live only for herself and her grandmother!
Lin Nianxi opened a rental app and carefully selected the cheapest apartment in a location closest to both the hospital and her university. After communicating with the agent, she planned to view the place that evening.
…
Meanwhile, at the Huo Group headquarters in the city center, where every inch of land was worth a fortune.
On the top floor, in the CEO’s office.
Standing before the floor-to-ceiling window, a man wore a custom-tailored deep black suit. The impeccably cut fabric hugged his broad shoulders and slim waist. The morning light streamed through the glass, casting a glow on his deep and chiseled profile, outlining sharp and cold lines.
Assistant Chen Ming stood before the desk, holding a freshly printed document. “Mr. Huo, the information you requested.”
Huo Jingmo opened the file—
Lin Nianxi, 20 years old, a finance student at Jing University, 168 cm tall, weighing 90 pounds. Orphaned at a young age, she had been living with her uncle Lin Jiancheng’s family.
“The Lin family runs a small-scale building materials company. Recently, their capital chain has broken, and they are on the verge of bankruptcy. Lin Nianxi’s grandmother is currently in the ICU at the city center hospital and urgently needs surgery funds.”
Chen Ming paused. “Based on the surveillance and hotel records we checked… Miss Lin should not have appeared in your presidential suite, Room 906, last night.”
Huo Jingmo’s gaze sharpened.
“Her aunt, in order to secure the investment, forced Miss Lin to go to the hotel… to accompany a building materials supplier surnamed Wang.”
Chen Ming’s voice grew lower and lower, pressing on under the heavy, oppressive aura emanating from Huo Jingmo as he forced himself to finish: “Due to the negligence of the hotel housekeeping, a screw on the doorplate of room 906 came loose, causing it to hang upside down and look like 606.”
“Miss Lin must have… gone to the wrong room.”
Huo Jingmo stared at the clean, pure face in the documents, his deep pupils swirling with obscure emotions.
The thought that the sweet, soft, innocent yet alluring little thing from last night, who had been so docile in his arms, had almost ended up beneath another man sent a sudden chill flashing through Huo Jingmo’s eyes.
His long, pale fingers tapped lightly on the desk, emitting dull, rhythmic sounds. For thirty years, he had lived a life of abstinence, never touching another woman.
He had no interest in any of them—in fact, he found them repulsive.
Last night was an exception.
And it was precisely this little girl who had wandered into the wrong room that had broken his vow.
Huo Jingmo couldn’t help but recall the sweet, fruity fragrance of the girl’s skin.
Her porcelain-white skin had glowed with a faint pink under the dim light, every inch he had touched with his fingertips soft and smooth.
She had trembled and blossomed beneath him, pleading softly for him to be gentler.
Those dewy almond eyes, filled with both grievance and allure.
She was like an obedient, well-behaved kitten.
Even when bullied harshly, she would only tear up with reddened eyes, looking wronged.
Unconsciously, a fire ignited in Huo Jingmo’s lower abdomen. He felt the temperature in the air gradually rising, growing somewhat stifling.
Huo Jingmo took a deep breath, his long, well-defined hand tugging at his tie.
Thirty years of abstinence, and he hadn’t expected to develop a taste for it.
“What’s the situation with Lin Jiancheng now?” Huo Jingmo asked in a low voice.
“Boss Wang was stood up last night. He withdrew his investment first thing this morning and is now spreading word everywhere that he wants to ruin the Lin family. Lin Jiancheng and his wife are furious—they’ll probably blame Miss Lin,” Chen Ming reported truthfully.
A cold glint flashed in Huo Jingmo’s eyes. That couple had treated their niece as a bargaining chip to secure investment. Now that the chip had slipped away, would they let it go so easily?
She was likely in trouble.
Just then, Huo Jingmo’s phone vibrated.
It was a call from his grandmother.
Huo Jingmo rubbed his temples and answered the call.
“Jingmo, when exactly do you plan to get married?” the old lady’s voice was filled with resentment. “Every time I think about you not being married, I lose my appetite!”
“Lose your appetite?” Huo Jingmo replied calmly. “Yesterday at noon, you ate three bowls of ginseng and abalone porridge. In the evening, you had half a pound of charcoal-grilled venison.”
“You…” the old lady fumed. “Yesterday was yesterday, today is today. Today, I have no appetite!”
“I didn’t eat breakfast this morning, and I don’t plan to eat lunch either—I have no appetite at all! Honestly, if this goes on, I might as well starve this old lady to death,” she snorted coldly.
Huo Jingmo pinched the bridge of his nose. “Grandmother, your health is your own responsibility.”
“If you really have nothing better to do, you should go square dancing more often. Not only will it keep you fit, but you might even find a companion you fancy.”
“Listen to yourself! Is that any way to talk?!” The Huo family matriarch’s voice rose in anger. “I’m already halfway into the grave, and you want me to find a companion?!”
“You unfilial grandson! Are you trying to make your grandfather float up from the underworld in the middle of the night to beat you up?”
“Just look at you, is this any way to behave?!” The old lady continued her tirade, “Old Li next door already has great-grandchildren running all over the place, and what about you? A thirty-year-old man, and you don’t even have a female mosquito by your side!”
“What’s the use of earning so much money? Without anyone to carry on the family line, who are you going to spend all that money on when you’re old?”
“The ancestors of the Huo family are watching from above. Tell me, how can you face them by refusing to marry and have children?!”
Huo Jingmo: …
“You’re going to be the death of me… If you don’t want to drive me to my grave, bring home a wife for me!”
This was the old lady’s usual routine—first crying, then making a scene, and finally threatening to starve herself. In the past, Huo Jingmo would just listen and brush it off with some vague excuses.
But today, the old lady meant business.
“If you don’t get married, I won’t eat a single bite. The moment you show me a marriage certificate is the moment I pick up my chopsticks!”
With that, the call ended.
Silence fell over the office.
Huo Jingmo placed his phone on the desk.
Marriage—that would indeed be a permanent solution.
Find a woman, get a marriage certificate, shut the old lady up, and avoid being pestered about it every day from now on.
As for the candidate…
His gaze fell once again on the photo in the file.
Lin Nianxi.
Clean, obedient, beautiful, with a good figure.
Most importantly, he didn’t dislike her.
He was even… somewhat addicted to her.
Huo Jingmo made his decision.