"I'm sorry, Yuluo, I still want to try to make it on my own, so I can't go with you."
"Ling Zhenfei, are you really just foolish, or do you actually dislike me that much? Do I need to spell it out any clearer? If you leave with me, I am yours, and everything I have is yours too—including a fifty-one percent share in Lin's Group. Do you know its worth? Even if you worked hard, could you achieve that much?"
Lin Yuluo spoke with extreme clarity, indeed. Such temptation might lead eight out of ten men to accept without hesitation. What use was effort then? Some people could strive for ten lifetimes, perhaps, and still not match even one percent of Lin's Group's shares. If effort mattered, what was the point of talent?
"Yuluo, I really do like you, but I don't want to possess your money without working for it. I want to have success, not just a lot of money. That has been my dream since I was young, and I hope you can understand that."
