Zhao Junhe wanted to win Song Zhuxi's parents' approval, but it was as difficult as reaching the heavens.
After all, achieving a leap in social class had been extremely difficult in every era.
Zhao Junhe clearly had no opportunity to achieve such a leap himself.
But Ding Ling was different.
For him, opportunities like this were everywhere.
So winning Song Zhuxi's parents' approval was not difficult for him.
His only difficulty lay with Song Zhuxi.
But Song Zhuxi was simple and kind, with a strong artistic temperament. She was a beautiful girl who loved romance. For Ding Ling, who understood all the tricks of the trade, winning over a girl like her was not difficult.
So even this sole difficulty did not truly exist.
He only needed to proceed step by step, and he would naturally gain Song Zhuxi's affection.
Just like now.
Song Zhuxi's favorability was already surging toward 90.
Once she crossed the threshold of 90,
100 would not be far away.
Ding Ling was not in a hurry. How many days had it been?
Moreover, this world had no transcendent powers or exceptionally advanced technology. To him, it was simply a barren world.
He wanted to become the world's richest man in a world like this. It could be said to be as easy as turning over his hand.
Of course,
he definitely would not tell Song Zhuxi these things right now.
It was the same old saying: to avoid frightening Song Zhuxi, even if he had to act, he had to keep acting properly until he had conquered her completely. After that, he could share some secrets with her.
For example, immortality, cultivating to become stronger, and so on.
He could not say it now.
If he exposed everything now,
and frightened Song Zhuxi, what arose