At those words, Li Xiaoyue stiffened.
She abruptly raised her head, panic and uncertainty flashing in her eyes. She bit her lip, her voice trembling slightly. "Chen Lin, did I... did I do something wrong? I check the accounts every day. There have never been any mistakes. Or... does Su Mei have a problem with me?"
Seeing Li Xiaoyue so anxious about losing her place, Chen Lin felt a pang of tenderness.
He reached out and gently pinched her fair, silky cheek.
"What are you imagining?" Chen Lin's voice was gentle, yet carried an unquestionable authority. "You've done very well. You've kept the entire resort running smoothly. But that was before."
Chen Lin withdrew his hand, his gaze sweeping over both women's faces as his expression grew serious.
"Sister Xiaoyue, Ruoxi. You need to understand that now that you're with me and have embarked on the path of cultivation of immortality, worldly wealth, status, and power no longer mean anything to us."
Chen Lin pointed to the orchids in the corner of the courtyard, which gave off a faint glow under the nourishment of spiritual energy.
"A hundred years from now, those so-called richest men and high-ranking officials will all be nothing but dust. What we seek is everlasting life and the power to break free of this world's shackles. Wasting time poring over account books and attending meetings is putting the cart before the horse."
Li Xiaoyue froze. As she gazed into Chen Lin's deep eyes, the hurt she had felt at suddenly being asked to resign vanished, replaced by the shock of being drawn into an entirely higher realm.
"I want you to devote all your energy to cultivation," Chen Lin continued. "Now that Ruoxi has moved in too, you can cultivate together here in the courtyard and