Luo Feng felt very gratified.
Meng Qingyuan had not questioned him.
She had chosen to defend her dignity with a slap.
It was time for him to step in.
"Li Li, if I remember correctly, you work at Xinxin Culture Company, right?"
"If everyone at your company found out you were involved with your married superior, what do you think would happen?"
Luo Feng asked Li Li coldly.
"How... how did you know?"
Li Li froze. Back when they had been together, she had only told him the company's name at most, and had been vague even about her position.
How did he know Yang Qing was her superior—and married, at that?
Had he investigated her?
Either way, she did not dare make a scene anymore.
If the entire company really found out about her relationship with Yang Qing, not only would she be finished, but Yang Qing might lose his position as well.
Li Li and Yang Qing finally quieted down.
They stood off to the side, not daring to say another word, their expressions ugly.
Luo Feng wrapped an arm around Meng Qingyuan's waist again and pressed the elevator button.
As they waited, he looked over the notification the system had just sent.
Detected that the host has entered into an intimate relationship with Meng Qingyuan. Name: Meng Qingyuan Age: 26 Rating: 91 Meng Qingyuan's rating meets the conditions for a Fixed Intimate Lover. Bind her? [Yes/No] (Note 1: After binding as a Fixed Intimate Lover, this woman will wholeheartedly fall in love with the host. She will also be protected by the system and cannot be violated by anyone else.) (Note 2: After binding as a Fixed Intimate Lover, regardless of the host's physical condition, he will always be at peak condition during each encounter.)
Yes.
Ding!
Binding successful!
Fixed Intimate Lover No. 2: Meng Qingyuan!
Reward: 588,455 yuan (changes with the host's Wealth Value), capped at 2,000,000,000 yuan. Can only be used for spending by Fixed Intimate Lover No. 2, Meng Qingyuan.
Ones, tens, hundreds, thousands... hundred million, billion!
Two billion!!!
Meng Qingyuan's spending fund had such a huge cap?
It was twenty times Qin Mengru's.
It should have been because of the gap in their ratings.
Besides, hadn't he spent more than three hundred thousand today? Didn't he only have a little over ten thousand left now?
Then why was Meng Qingyuan's spending fund reward over five hundred eighty thousand?
He looked at his Character Panel.
Host: Luo Feng Age: 32 Height: 175 cm Weight: 83.5 kg Wealth: 588,455 yuan Constitution: 66
His Wealth Value had changed!
Luo Feng thought it over, then looked at the car parked not far away and roughly understood the system's calculation.
It had included the car as part of his wealth.
Very good. At least he could spend more money on his women now.
"Qingyuan, I'm very satisfied with what you did just now."
"Send me your bank account number. I'll transfer you some living expenses."
Although this money could only be used by the corresponding lover.
These lovers, however, loved him wholeheartedly because of the system and would never betray him.
No matter how much money he gave them, Luo Feng would not hesitate.
But as he became richer and richer in the future, the money he gave these lovers might serve a much greater purpose.
For example, the company where Li Li and Yang Qing worked had a market value of just over one billion. Did that mean he could have Meng Qingyuan spend money to acquire it?
Expanding on that thought, could every lover have her own independent company in the future?
As he gained more lovers and more industries, would that become a business empire of his own?
Perhaps that was the system's proper way of being used.
Meng Qingyuan was somewhat delighted when she heard that he was giving her living expenses.
He had just spent over five hundred thousand on a year of classes, and now he was giving her living expenses too...
Was that how real tycoons treated money?
Besides, when Brother Feng made a move, these living expenses could not possibly be just a few thousand yuan.
She did not know whether it was monthly living expenses, but perhaps it would be seventy or eighty thousand a month, like the two women who had previously found wealthy patrons at the Gym Center.
Thinking that, Meng Qingyuan hugged Luo Feng, her full breasts pressing against him.
"Thank you, Brother Feng!" she said sweetly.
Just then, the elevator reached the first floor. Five or six people entered, and they saw Meng Qingyuan nestled in Luo Feng's arms.
Three of the people who entered were men, and their eyes nearly popped out.
Such a beautiful, sexy goddess was actually clinging to an utterly ordinary middle-aged uncle!
I'm fucking taller, more handsome, and younger than that uncle. Why doesn't a goddess come hug me?
This man fucking looks rich at a glance!
Enjoying the envious looks from the men in the elevator, Luo Feng squeezed Meng Qingyuan's perky backside. "Send me the account number first."
"Okay," Meng Qingyuan replied obediently.
She took out her phone and quickly sent Luo Feng her bank account number.
When they reached the fourth floor, Luo Feng led her out of the elevator, leaving behind three green-eyed men.
As they neared the Gym Center entrance.
"You go in first. I'll transfer the money, then come in."
In fact, once the reward arrived, Luo Feng knew how to use it. With a thought, the money would be transferred to Meng Qingyuan's account in Luo Feng's name.
And the money came through legitimate channels. The system would block anyone from investigating it, and even the banking system would find nothing wrong.
(System-produced, worry-free guarantee. Please do not dwell on questions like where the money came from.)
Meng Qingyuan had already entered the store when her phone rang with a bank message.
Your savings account ending in 7325 received 500,000 yuan at 14:09 on September 19. Your current balance is 536,931.60 yuan.
There was also a WeChat message from Luo Feng: "Use this for the week first."
At that moment, Meng Qingyuan jumped up and then ran into the Gym Center's finance office.
"Ahhhhh!"
"I made it! I made it!"
She rushed over and hugged the female accountant, thrilled beyond measure.
Only after quite a while did Meng Qingyuan calm down slightly. Her face was flushed, and she was glowing with excitement.
Aside from the female accountant, the store manager was also in the office. Their office had two separate cubicles.
The manager was a tall, burly man in a suit, quite popular with certain wealthy older women.
As he watched Meng Qingyuan hug the female accountant and bounce twice, his gaze followed the bouncing white rabbits.
What a feast for the eyes.
But why were they acting as if he did not exist, whispering secrets over there?
It was working hours!
"Meng Qingyuan, what are you doing?"
"Work properly during working hours, or I'll dock your pay!"
the manager said unhappily.
Meng Qingyuan rolled her eyes. If I hadn't been clever enough to claim I was related to the boss, who knew how much trouble this manager would have given me?
But now... who would put up with him anymore?
"Dock it however you like. I'm taking leave this afternoon too, so dock that as well. Bye-bye."
After saying that, Meng Qingyuan walked out.
Luo Feng had already said in the car that after dinner tonight, he would come spend a passionate night with her.
She needed to go home and prepare properly.
The manager watched Meng Qingyuan leave without giving him any face at all, and he cursed furiously. "Fuck, does she still want this job or not?!"
The accountant sighed helplessly and ran over to explain a few things to him.
He was shocked at first, then utterly helpless.
"Rich people really fucking know how to play."
After hearing the accountant's explanation, he learned that someone had purchased a year's worth of Meng Qingyuan's classes, and that client was currently taking Wu Meng's class.
Meng Qingyuan would not need to work for the next year... she only needed to teach Luo Feng!
And she had completed an entire year's sales quota, earning nearly fifty percent in commission on top of that!
That was more than two hundred thousand yuan.
But why not just give Meng Qingyuan the five hundred thousand directly? Why insist on letting the Gym Center make a profit too?
He could not understand it and could only conclude that rich people liked playing around at the Gym Center.
Elsewhere.
Inside a private training room.
Luo Feng was working out with Wu Meng.
The movements were not difficult and did not look tiring, yet he was still sweating.
Twenty minutes earlier, he had already expended over a hundred million in stamina, so training now was even more exhausting.
After finally completing an hour with Wu Meng, he collapsed onto the mat in exhaustion.
"Brother Feng, have some water."
Wu Meng unscrewed the bottle and handed it to him.
As he drank, she wiped his sweat with a towel.
"Sit down. I want to lie on your lap and rest for a while."
Luo Feng set the water aside and spoke to Wu Meng.
Wu Meng nodded.
After he lay down, she began gently massaging his head with her hands.
Under the massage, Luo Feng fell asleep.
He had originally planned to rest for a while at noon, but he had ended up spending one or two hundred million in stamina and then trained for another hour.
Now, with a comfortable thigh pillow and gentle massage service, he slept very soundly.
By the time he woke up, half an hour had passed.
"Brother Feng, you're awake..."
"Don't do this, Brother Feng..."
"What if someone comes in and sees us..."
The moment Luo Feng woke up, he saw two peaks suspended above the bridge of his nose.
He gently raised his head, giving the tip of his nose a soft, springy touch.
Then his hands started wandering.
Wu Meng tried to push him away, but she did not use much strength.
The 222,000-yuan watch had shattered her bottom line.
"Brother Feng, wait a moment. I'll lock the door first."
"Brother Feng, let's go to the restroom."
"Like eating ice cream? Then I'll give it a try. Don't blame me if I touch it."
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