Editor: Larbre Studio Yan Xin spoke up to this point and then paused.
“Speaking of which, Xiangyang, it’s been three months since we graduated.
Aren’t you planning to look for a job?
Or, you could come and work at my father’s company with me.
Be my companion there?
I have no idea what my brother is busy with these days; he’s practically invisible.”
“No rush.
I’m not eager to start working yet.” Wen Xiangyang had been writing novels since college, and she was now making a little from her manuscripts each month.
In the short term, she had no interest in getting a job.
Moreover, she had more pressing matters to handle; she didn’t have the time to work.
“Well, alright then.
Let me know when you’re ready to join.
If you don’t want to work at your father’s company, you can come over to ours.”
“Sure, alright.”
The two hung up after that.
The following day was sunny and cloudless.
Yan Xin arrived quite early in a limited edition silver-gray Rolls Royce, which she parked at the entrance of Wen Xiangyang’s housing complex.
Last time it was a Lamborghini , this time a Rolls Royce.
Those within the complex who recognized these luxury cars started speculating about their owner, with the most common guess being that resident was a wealthy man’s mistress.
Wen Xiangyang ran downstairs as soon as she received Yan Xin’s call.
Upon seeing the eight-digit starting price Rolls Royce, Wen Xiangyang hugged Yan Xin and said, cuddling up to Yan Xin, “Xiao Xin, the biggest blessing of my life was meeting you.”
Yan Xin was delighted by Wen Xiangyang’s words.
She liked Wen Xiangyang’s straight-forwardness and courage, not hesitating to do what needed to be done — it was a pleasant contrast to her own contemplative approach.
Yan Xin laughed and said, “Xiangyang, you should be thanking my brother instead.
This is his vehicle.
He bought it a fortnight ago.
When I mentioned I needed it, he didn’t even utter a word and handed over the keys to me.”
Yan Xin handed the keys over to Wen Xiangyang, smiling playfully, “Xiangyang, it’s been a while since we last went out together.
Let’s take it for a spin.”
“Sounds good.” Wen Xiangyang took the key and then got into the car.
They both got in.
Yan Xin took the passenger seat.
Seeing Wen Xiangyang start the car, Yan Xin, driven by her curiosity, and remembering Wen Xiangyang’s mentioning of finding a companion for the wedding, asked,” Xiangyang, you said you found someone to go to the wedding with you?
Who is it?
Is he reliable?
Do I know him?”
Wen Xiangyang didn’t hide anything, raising her eyebrow before replying, “Yes, I paid quite a bit for him.
The question is, do you think he is reliable?
He’s a gigolo I met in the Mousse VIP Area.
He is quite expensive but he’s professional.”
“Xiangyang, you…”
Upon hearing his identity, Yan Xin could not hide her surprise.
“Xiao Xin, it’s fine.
Rather than having some stranger pretend, it’s better to hire someone.
I’ve done my research, he can pretend to be a rich man quite well.
At this point, I believe the only things that can truly bring peace of mind are the ones that can be purchased.”
“I’m still a bit worried.” Yan Xin expressed her concerns.
“What if someone at the Mousse has seen him and recognizes him?
Wouldn’t that give away his identity?”
Wen Xiangyang had considered this problem when hiring Mu Lingqian.
“The people who will be at their wedding either don’t go to such places, or even if they do, they won’t be in the VIP area.
The chances of someone recognizing him are quite small.”
Wen Xiangyang hadn’t seen a poster of Mu Lingqian on the wall that night when she went to get his phone number.
Yan Xin considered it and felt it made sense.
Even if someone had seen Mu Lingqian, they wouldn’t expose themselves by showing they knew someone from the Mousse.
Bragging about buying a man could be a private joke, but it wasn’t something to be made public.