Jiang Siming had long since acquired an entertainment company.
But this was the first time he had directly kept a female celebrity.
The several female-celebrity wives at home hadn't become his kept women. He had seriously pursued them.
Thinking about it, Jiang Siming felt he had gotten the short end of the stick. Damn, with so many entertainment companies, he was only now starting to keep celebrities. He should have thought of this long ago. Ahem, just kidding, hehe.
After hearing Jiang Siming's final remark, the four girls in the bedroom were all blushing, utterly mortified.
Though it was a harsh reality, they knew it themselves. Things had already reached this point.
They should give up those illusory, beautiful fantasies. They had only met him by chance, so why would he treat them well unconditionally?
Did they really think a pretty face could trick someone into giving them everything they wanted? Only simps would be that foolish.
Simps lowered the bottom line of male dignity and artificially inflated the value of women as a market, making those women develop wildly optimistic expectations about their own worth.
In fact, how could a truly capable man generally be a simp? Only men who were useless in every way liked being simps, because that was the only way they could find a partner.
So hoping that Jiang Siming would obey their every command and cater to their every whim was nothing but wishful thinking.
After Jiang Siming left, none of the four girls hurried away. After a period of silence, they began discussing what choice they should make.
Meanwhile, the century-old Peking University Auditorium shone brightly, illuminating this place, which had preserved the traces of countless Peking University teachers.
Today was neither the school anniversary nor a New Year's Day gala, yet the