Lin Zhenghui saw his phone receive a message from the bank about a deposit of 4 million yuan, making him feel like he was dreaming; he forcefully pinched his thigh.
"Am I not dreaming?" Lin Zhenghui muttered, gently rubbing his thigh.
"Remember, don't tell outsiders about this. If the word gets out, it wouldn't be good for you or for me," Xue'er said with a smile to the little farmer who had suddenly struck it rich.
She thought to herself, "I hope that one day when you become the president of the Lin Group Corporation, you don't forget me. Whether as your secretary or as your lover, I'm willing."
So handsome, handsome enough to make his little secretary willingly so.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have let him see her 'honey' just now.
And it had made her all wet and watery.
Then, Yuan'er's voice came from outside, "Lin Zhenghui, are you up yet? Come out for breakfast and clean up this guest room afterward."
"Coming..." Lin Zhenghui quickly pecked Xue'er on the lips and hurried out.
