"One hundred million." Chen Lin repeated it casually, as though he were talking about a single yuan.
Zhao Jie was no longer jealous.
He was numb. Completely numb.
He pointed at Chen Lin, his lips trembling for a long moment before he forced the words through gritted teeth.
"You! Rich! Bastard!"
The figure left Su Mei reeling too, but her years of professional experience allowed her to quickly regain her composure and begin assessing Chen Lin's proposal.
A resort with an investment of seventy million yuan.
A general manager position with an annual salary of five hundred thousand yuan, plus a share of the profits.
Most importantly... she remembered the almost spellbindingly exquisite food at Farmhouse Courtyard.
She was absolutely confident that, with her management skills and Chen Lin's unique ingredients, she could turn this project into a top-tier resort renowned throughout the province, if not the entire country!
The challenge set her blood boiling with excitement.
"All right! I'm in!" Su Mei nodded firmly.
After the meal, Chen Lin left first with Song Qiuya.
In the underground parking garage, they had barely gotten into the car when Chen Lin turned sideways, pulled Song Qiuya into his arms, and kissed her without a word.
Song Qiuya shivered, her cheeks instantly flushing red. But she did not refuse him, responding instead with shy, inexperienced kisses.
Their lips tangled, their breaths mingling.
Chen Lin's hand began to wander, slipping quietly beneath the neckline of her business suit.
"Mm..."
Song Qiuya stiffened and let out a faint whimper.
Only when she was almost out of breath did Chen Lin reluctantly let her go.
It was past three in the afternoon by the time he dropped Song Qiuya off at the jewelry store.
Humming a tune as he drove, Chen Lin returned to