Mr. Fate

Lin Qi never lied. Lying was a serious issue of personal morality, though sometimes he spoke rather strategically.

Many people thought girls who relied on their bodies to gain opportunities were cheap, but how could they possibly imagine that everyone came into this world the same?

Self-respect and self-love—what these girls had paid to become what they were today was not merely sweat, but also their dignity and sense of self.

Strictly speaking, they had paid more, and worked harder, than those who only knew how to "work hard."

Do not envy other people's success, and do not lament the unfairness of fate. In truth, fate had long since given everyone a fair and just revelation; some people simply refused to choose, or had their own principles.

But people could not impose their principles on others. Some people liked eating shit. Did that mean everyone in the world had to eat shit together just to accommodate that one person?

That was obviously impossible.

Lin Qi's fingertip continued sliding slowly downward, encountering its first rise and fall.

Nelly's mind was a mess. Of course, she understood what Lin Qi's words meant, and she even felt that he was right.

"Do you know why it had to be you..." His fingertip continued downward, and the places it passed over reddened slightly, even breaking out in gooseflesh. "And do you know why it had to be me?"

Nelly was somewhat unaccustomed to this. She had made some mental preparations at the beginning, but this had come a little too suddenly.

Fortunately, Lin Qi kept talking to distract her. She shook her head hard, wanting to block Lin Qi's hand but not daring to do so. She could only draw her shoulders tightly together.

"Because Little Fox wanted to please me, and the shareholders