Lin Yan thought she was valued by her leaders, but it's not surprising that she didn't understand these things, the naive little white flower just stepping into society.
The president of Hengyuan International was notoriously lecherous, and Lin Yan's manager had specifically asked her to go to him, clearly offering her up, valuing not Lin Yan's abilities, but her looks.
"Are you jealous?" asked Lin Yan, still in the dark and worried that Lu Chenyuan might misunderstand, "I'm not a fickle person."
Lu Chenyuan pinched Lin Yan's chin, lightly biting her soft, pink lips and tenderly caressing her back with his rough palm, "You're very smart, but some things are much more rotten than you can imagine. Don't go tomorrow."
Lin Yan didn't understand what Lu Chenyuan meant by that. She needed to make money; she wasn't in a position to be choosy.
