Lu Chenyuan always felt helpless whenever he had money he couldn't give away.
He coaxed, "Dear, broaden and expand your horizons! This is what you deserve, take it. And as always, you can support me once you start earning."
Lin Yan muttered softly, "No pay without merit!"
Lu Chenyuan thought for a moment, then smiled ambiguously, "Just keep me company every night, that's all I ask."
Lin Yan pinched Lu Chenyuan's arm hard, "Payment for selling myself? You're too generous, boss."
Lu Chenyuan suspected that Lin Yan had some special kink; she always liked being petulant and pinching and squeezing him.
Luckily, he had a reasonable tolerance in this regard—as long as his face wasn't hit, he didn't mind whatever else happened.
"If you're unsure about stocks, just ask me. Keep a good attitude, and don't take it to heart if they fall."
Lin Yan, holding the cheque for five million, had sweaty palms, never in her dreams had she thought she would encounter so much money in her lifetime.
