With such a beautiful, gentle, and considerate wife, Wang Yi felt like the luckiest man alive.
He lowered his head and kissed Nicole on the forehead. Then she helped him into the bedroom.
Nicole pulled back the covers and helped Wang Yi lie down on the bed.
The moment his head touched the pillow,
the mountain of exhaustion came crashing over him once again.
At that moment, Wang Yi didn't want to think about anything or do anything.
All he wanted was to sleep.
As Nicole helped him take off his slippers, his consciousness was already beginning to fade.
Just thirty seconds later, heavy snores filled the room.
Nicole froze.
She gazed at Wang Yi's face, her eyes full of concern.
Wang Yi's net worth had long since passed ten billion dollars.
What other billionaire in the world worked as hard as he did?
It seemed she really needed to talk to him.
Even if he wouldn't consider anything else, he should at least think about his health.
Wang Yi slept deeply.
While he was asleep, he had a dream.
In the dream, a brilliant blue beam of light descended from the sky.
It pierced through twelve floors and finally reached the floor where he was.
The light enveloped him.
The next moment, he began to float weightlessly.
He was astonished. When he turned around, he saw another version of himself lying on the bed, snoring like thunder.
It was just like an out-of-body experience.
Then, as if drawn by the blue light, the Wang Yi floating in the air was pulled toward the ceiling.
Just as he was about to hit it, his body passed right through.
He arrived on the floor above.
A wealthy man from Qatar supposedly lived on that floor.
He had also come to watch