Countless women dream of marrying into wealth or bearing children for Lin Zhenghui, the domineering CEO.
But he had so many women around him that it seemed overwhelming, making him feel a bit out of his depth.
"I'm so jealous, no salary needed, and someone's there to warm your bed," the gentlemen in the restaurant said, filled with envy as they listened to these beauties express their willingness to Lin Zhenghui.
"Don't be jealous. When your net worth reaches tens of billions, you won't believe how many women will be lining up for you," a guy nearby said to him.
"True, but alas, we are of the same kind but not of the same fortune."
"Keep working hard, you'll get your bun eventually."
"I'm just afraid that all the effort won't even yield a bun."
"If it doesn't, I'll take you to the club next time."
"…"
Watching the enthusiastic female fans in front of him, Lin Zhenghui seriously considered retaining them.
