Chapter 38: Once I Became Wealthy, They Set Their Sights on Me
At Nine-Eyed Bridge, inside a bar, the place was awash in neon lights and the swirl of alcohol, men and women danced wildly, reveling in the night’s frenzy. Some women, drunken, were whisked away by others. Some men, equally intoxicated, were spirited off by two or three burly fellows.
On the dance floor, Wang Ting wore the ultimate party dress—a strappy, ultra-short backless number, her thighs wrapped in sheer black stockings, paired with black high heels with red soles. Her long hair flowed as she indulged herself in the rhythmic sway of the dance. Wang Ting’s looks and figure were exceptional; wherever she appeared, she drew the gaze of countless men. Unless she was with her boyfriend, she was at the club nearly every night, always staying late.
Tonight wasn’t about attracting admirers. It was a girls’ night, her treat, courtesy of the pocket money her boyfriend had given her.
After a round of dancing, Wang Ting and her friends returned to their seats for drinks. One friend asked, “Tingting, what’s got you so happy tonight that you invited us out?”
Wang Ting grinned mischievously, “Not telling yet. I’ll surprise you in a few days.”
Wang Ting was confident she would win over Ji Bochang. When she was on the hunt, no man was beyond her reach.
Doo doo doo—her phone rang; Li Tai was calling.
Wang Ting hung up, then sent a pre-recorded video on WeChat: in it, she lounged lazily and said, “Honey, I’m so tired from work today. I want to sleep. Let’s talk tomorrow.”
Sent. Li Tai replied: “Rest well.”
Wang Ting felt victorious.
Originally, Li Tai had wanted to discuss lunch plans for tomorrow, but since his girlfriend was sleeping, he decided not to disturb her.
Li Tai was a minor rich kid, his social circle clean. Especially after dating Wang Ting, he discovered she was a good girl: she didn’t drink, didn’t frequent bars, lived simply, and kept her private life orderly. Li Tai fell for her, determined to be a good boyfriend.
There’s no such thing as a natural rogue; rogues are just those who’ve been hurt and no longer believe in love.
At least, Li Tai wasn’t one now.
Wang Ting was much like those women who love tattoos. Tattooed women hate being judged for their ink, yet when choosing boyfriends, they avoid men with tattoos.
Wang Ting was the same: she frequented bars, drank, led a chaotic private life, but never sought men like herself—she only wanted ‘good men’.
Doo doo doo—
Her phone rang again. Wang Ting assumed it was Li Tai and was about to hang up in annoyance, but suddenly saw the number—it was him!
He had finally called, the man she had been yearning for.
“I’m going to take a call,” Wang Ting said, picking up her phone and heading to the restroom, where it was quieter. She composed herself and answered, “Hello, who’s this?”
Expert!
“The one with the USB drive.”
“Oh, hello, handsome. Sorry, what’s up?”
Wang Ting wondered if Ji Bochang was inviting her out tonight. If so, that would be perfect.
“I’ll be near your workplace tomorrow at noon. I’ll call you then, and you can come down to get the USB.”
“Alright.”
“Bye.”
“Bye-bye.”
The call ended.
Though it wasn’t a date for tonight, tomorrow noon was good, too—they could have lunch together.
Returning to her seat, Wang Ting raised her glass, “I have something to take care of, you girls keep drinking. Cheers.”
She downed her drink and went home to sleep, determined to be in top shape for meeting Ji Bochang tomorrow.
…
The next morning, at Laile Music Studio.
Inside the sound editing room, Jian Wei’an sipped walnut milk while listening to a demo.
Just then, Wang Ting walked in, dressed in a pure white dress, looking clean and neighborly.
Jian Wei’an glanced up and silently smiled.
She’s putting in effort, all right.
She knows my boyfriend likes the pure type, doesn’t she?
…
Meanwhile.
Lin Ran, asleep, was roused by the ringing phone.
He answered, “Hello~~”
“Sorry to disturb you, Mr. Lin, this is Xiao Li from Bentley. Your Bentley Continental GT has arrived. You can pick it up anytime.”
“That fast?”
“We transferred one from Chongqing.”
“Oh, I’ll deal with it after I wake up.”
He hung up.
…
At the Bentley dealership.
A colleague asked, “Manager Li, when will Ji Bochang come?”
The beautiful manager paused, phone in hand, “He said he’s sleeping, will come after he wakes up.”
The colleague was surprised, “Huh? After he wakes up? The Bentley is here—shouldn’t a guy be excited? How can he still sleep?”
Another colleague chimed in, “That’s poor-people thinking. Ji Bochang is loaded. To him, a Bentley is just a toy. Nothing to get excited about. Besides… rich kids are busy at night and can’t wake up in the morning, haha~”
The colleague nodded in agreement.
Manager Li Ziman went to the changing room and checked her figure in the mirror.
Her figure was excellent—another slender branch bearing fruit.
After a moment, Li Ziman changed into her office lady uniform, black stockings and all, elegantly entered the showroom with her hair pinned up, ready for the Bentley livestream.
As soon as she went live, fans flocked in.
“Hey? Beauty, you’re still streaming? I thought you’d quit!”
Li Ziman replied in curiosity, “Why would I quit?”
“Sell a Bentley and there’s one less beautiful saleswoman, right?”
“Did Ji Bochang invite you to dinner last night?”
“He must’ve, right? With a figure like yours, how could Ji Bochang resist?”
The comments shifted, focusing not on the car but on whether Ji Bochang had slept with the beautiful saleswoman.
Li Ziman read the comments, her face tinged with embarrassed anger.
She was selling Bentleys, not herself!
Her professionalism kept her from being offended by the teasing; she remained dignified and replied, “If Mr. Ji is willing, as Bentley’s sales representative, I would be delighted to invite him for a meal to express our gratitude for his support.”
After meeting Ji Bochang yesterday, Li Ziman was intent on maintaining a good relationship with such a powerful client. If he ever wanted to change cars or if a new Bentley arrived, she could invite him for a test drive.
Coveting him? She wouldn’t dare.
Salespeople for Porsche might play tricks to win clients and achieve the feat of ‘one less saleswoman per Porsche sold’.
But selling Bentleys, they know their clientele is among the elite—each one sharp and shrewd, far more sophisticated than Porsche clients.
They command immense wealth; a mere saleswoman could never outmaneuver them.
Better to honestly sell Bentleys.
Yet the comment section was full of gossip, not cars. To protect her client’s privacy and avoid saying the wrong thing, Li Ziman quickly ended the livestream.
…
At ten in the morning, Lin Ran woke after a deep sleep.
[Wealth: 3.414 million]
[Daily cash reward: 7,000 yuan]
He’d once thought earning 5,800 a month was enough to quit groveling and spend freely.
Now, earning 7,000 a day, he felt ecstatic.
He got up, washed, and looked at himself in the mirror. With ‘God-level Facial Cleanser’ and ‘Self-Cultivation of a Male God,’ both inside and out, he was becoming more handsome and charismatic by the day.
Another day of waking up handsome.
He took a cab downstairs to the Bentley dealership.
The receptionist immediately recognized Ji Bochang.
“Mr. Lin, you’re here. This way, please.”
“Alright.”
Following the receptionist to the delivery area, he saw a brand-new Bentley Continental GT. Li Ziman and several colleagues were arranging flowers and balloons, preparing for the handover ceremony.
Seeing Lin Ran arrive, Li Ziman quickly stood up, “Mr. Lin, you’re here.”
Lin Ran nodded, “You’ve really gone all out.”
Li Ziman replied, “Of course. Please check if the car is alright.”
“Your stockings are torn.”
Lin Ran remarked suddenly, then went straight to inspect the car.
Li Ziman looked down; under her pencil skirt, her black stockings were torn—probably snagged by the flower stems. A strip of white, tender thigh was exposed.
Li Ziman blushed and thought—he has sharp eyes; he spotted the hole in my stockings right away. He must be even better at inspecting the car; not a single flaw will escape him.
Lin Ran thoroughly checked the car, then said, “No issues. You handled the license plates, right? Are they ready?”
“They’re ready, insurance is arranged too. If there are no problems, we can put the plates on now.”
“Go ahead. Give me a breakdown of the total costs.”
“Of course, this way please…”
Once again, Li Ziman invited Lin Ran into the VIP room. The attendant handed over two bottles of cold water.
Lin Ran took one, “Thank you.”
Li Ziman said, “Ke’er, give me one at room temperature.”
Ke’er understood instantly—Manager Li was on her period.
She handed over a room-temperature bottle.
Li Ziman brought her laptop and insurance documents, sat beside him, crossed her long black-stockinged legs, and began explaining the insurance and Bentley maintenance tips.
Lin Ran listened to her professional attitude, his gaze drawn to her crossed legs and the way her delicate feet dangled her heels, gently swinging.
Lin Ran said, “No need to explain—I won’t remember anyway. If I have any questions, I’ll call you.”
Li Ziman immediately stopped swinging her foot, placed her legs together, hands on her knees, and smiled with dignity. “Bentley is honored to serve you, Mr. Lin.”
Lin Ran smiled, “Do you know why I bought a Bentley from your dealership?”
Li Ziman shook her head.
Lin Ran said, “Because of what you said yesterday—cars will never be more important than people. Your values are right; you don’t look down on anyone.”
Li Ziman smiled, “I’m honored to have your approval, Mr. Lin. You’re very approachable.”
Lin Ran replied, “I’m just an ordinary person, like you.”
Li Ziman joked, “Mr. Lin, you’re too modest. Ordinary people can’t afford Bentleys~”
Lin Ran just smiled.
Soon, a staff member came in to say the plates were ready.
In the handover area, Bentley staff stood on either side of the car with celebratory flowers, ready for the ceremony.
His very first car—a Bentley Continental GT!
A milestone worth commemorating!
Lin Ran stood in front of the car, took the flowers Li Ziman handed him, and posed for a photo.
Bang bang bang—
Confetti exploded.
Young and successful, driving a Bentley.
“Congratulations, Mr. Lin, on your new Bentley,” all the staff offered their blessings.
Lin Ran smiled, handed the flowers to Li Ziman, “Thank you for your hard work. These are for you.”
“Thank you, Mr. Lin~” Li Ziman accepted the flowers with both hands, hesitating whether to invite the client to dinner to maintain the relationship—so he’d come to her for his next Bentley?
At that moment, Lin Ran was already in the driver’s seat, starting the Bentley.
Vroom~
The roar resounded like the clinking of gold.
A symbol of wealth and status.
All the staff watched Lin Ran with envy.
It felt amazing!
Lin Ran drove slowly out of the delivery area.
Li Ziman walked up and knocked on the car door.
Lin Ran lowered the window, “Is there something else?”
Li Ziman said warmly, “Mr. Lin, are you free tonight? I’d like to treat you to dinner.”
“Next week. This week isn’t convenient. I’ll be going now.”
The window rolled up, and the blue Bentley merged into the city streets.
“Next week? Not convenient this week?” Li Ziman scratched her head, feeling the phrase was odd.
He wouldn’t accept dinner from a beautiful woman?
Of course Lin Ran wouldn’t.
Just now, when Ke’er handed over ice water and Li Ziman refused, asking for room temperature, it was obvious.
This week was certainly not convenient!
Lin Ran drove off to pick up Jian Wei’an for lunch, and to return the USB to that young woman.