"I hope you only have me as a lover, and besides, I need to borrow some money..." Qi Ze said this as if it was forced out from his throat.
The more he talked, the less confident he became. A poor guy like himself had become someone else's lover, and now even dared to have improper thoughts about his employer, aspiring him to remain chaste just for him.
Wang Tingting eyed Qi Ze impassively. She should have known already the kind of feelings this kid harbored for her. Still, lending money was a trivial matter, since she indeed wasn't short on cash.
This time returning, she had only claimed her assets were in trouble, wanting merely to consolidate control of the textile mill entirely in her hands.
Wang Tingting pushed Qi Ze away, stood up, fastened her clothes, then took a bottle of champagne from the cabinet and poured herself a glass, "I can give you money, even without you needing to borrow it, but you being my only lover, now that's being a bit too greedy."
