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Lin Wanqing was speechless at the words "worth the price", but she obediently took the set of underwear.

"And think about it,"

Gao Lan continued outputting her message while adjusting the waistline of her dress.

"He came specifically to pick you up today, which means what? It means you passed the last assessment, and he was quite satisfied! There's a high chance he's going to give you a reward today!"

"By dressing like this, you're telling people that you really love your award, so you dressed up specially to receive it."

"What's this called? This is called positive feedback! Do you understand?"

"...Where did you learn all these theories?" Lin Wanqing asked, both amused and exasperated.

"Practice makes perfect."

Gao Lan, beaming with pride, patted Lin Wanqing's bottom: "Alright, turn around and let your mother see you."

Lin Wanqing did as she was told and turned around.

The off-white knitted dress clung to her body, as if it had been tailor-made for her.

The dress itself is not revealing; the high neck covers the collarbone, the long sleeves wrap around the arms, and the hem covers the knees. At first glance, it could even be described as conservative.

But the more conservative she is, the more her body's curves are accentuated in a breathtaking way.

Especially the full curve of the upper body, which is particularly prominent due to the combined effect of the high collar and the waist, with every curve being just right.

Any more would be too much, any less would be too little.

The semi-transparent knitted material subtly reveals the wine-red outline beneath under the light, making it more suggestive than if it revealed everything.

Gao Lan took two steps back, tilted her head and examined him for a long time, then let out a satisfied sigh: "Amazing! Let me tell you, if you sat in the passenger seat dressed like that, even a saint would have wild thoughts."

"Remember, take off your coat after you get on the bus. Don't ask why, trust me."

Lin Wanqing nodded, blushing.

"Alright, let's go, don't keep the big boss waiting."

Lin Wanqing took a deep breath, picked up her bag, and went downstairs.

Gao Lan didn't go downstairs. Instead, she stood on the balcony, leaning on the railing with both hands, and looked down longingly.

After waiting for about ten minutes, a large white vehicle turned into the gate of the residential area.

Its square shape and sharp lines meant that its huge tires barely caused any bumps when they rolled over speed bumps, only producing a dull thud.

It was Shen Wang's G-Wagon.

The car came to a steady stop in the temporary parking space downstairs, remained quiet for a few seconds, and then honked the horn twice.

The horn wasn't loud, but it was clear enough in the quiet neighborhood.

Lin Wanqing stood at the entrance of the building, hearing the horn, but didn't react at all. She didn't recognize the car.

She glanced a few more times toward the entrance of the residential area, clearly still waiting for the car she was looking for—perhaps a black minivan, perhaps a low-key Phaeton, but definitely not this big white behemoth.

The driver's side window slowly rolled down, revealing a face.

The face was sharply defined in the autumn sunlight, with high brow bones and a sharp jawline, yet there was a hint of nonchalant relaxation in the eyes and brows.

He gestured with his chin toward Lin Wanqing and waved.

Lin Wanqing reacted as if she had been electrocuted, and quickly ran over with her bag.

Her high heels clicked rapidly on the concrete floor. She tripped and almost fell in front of the car door, looking completely disheveled, unlike a deputy minister at all.

"I'm so sorry, so sorry, so sorry!"

She bent down towards the car window, clasped her hands together, and her face was full of sincere apology: "I really didn't see your WeChat message before. My phone was on silent. You must have been waiting for a long time, right? It's all my fault. I'll accept whatever punishment you give me..."

Shen Wang leaned back in the driver's seat, watching her string of apologies and her eyes, which were slightly red from nervousness, and chuckled softly.

"It's alright, get in the car."

Lin Wanqing quickly opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat, her fingers still trembling slightly as she fastened her seatbelt.

She secretly glanced at Shen Wang's profile.

Shen Wang was looking at his phone, swiping his finger across the screen twice, a faint smile playing on his lips.

The World's Fair has come to an end, and the results have been even more fruitful than expected.

The transfer fee for penicillin technology alone brought in nearly four thousand tons of gold, not counting the additional revenue from military rations, lighters, electronic watches, and nylon stockings that followed.

Others might not have a concept of what this number means, but he knows it very well.

And all of this is, in a way, thanks to the girl beside him.

Before the last manual ten-pull, Lin Wanqing had spent a lot of money!

The result was that the first three draws yielded three SSR characters: the Printing Factory, the Penicillin Factory, and the Oil Factory. It was like a human lucky charm.

Those who have made contributions should be rewarded; Shen Wang has always been a reasonable person.

……

Upstairs, on the balcony.

Gao Lan gripped the railing tightly with both hands, standing on tiptoe, wishing she could flip herself off.

The moment Shen Wang leaned out of the car window, her pupils dilated suddenly.

Holy crap, that's so stylish!

That profile, that jawline, that lazy yet sharp gaze—it's as if it were torn straight from a magazine cover and pasted into reality.

Even the most popular celebrities aren't this good, are they?

Gao Lan watched Lin Wanqing get into the passenger seat, watched the white G-Class slowly turn around and drive out of the community, and watched the taillights disappear around the corner before slowly releasing the railing.

She looked down at her hands resting on the railing; the knuckles were distinct, and her nails were painted cherry red, which looked quite pretty in the sunlight.

but--

She glanced back at the empty living room. Lin Wanqing's pajamas lay scattered on the sofa, and two cups of cold brown sugar ginger tea sat on the coffee table. Her best friend was gone, picked up by that incredibly handsome man.

As for Gao Lan, her schedule for tonight is: ordering takeout, scrolling through Douyin (TikTok), and replying to messages from her backup boyfriend.

She suddenly realized how pathetic it was for her to post leg photos on social media to deceive milk tea drinkers.

Gao Lan buried her face in her arms and let out a muffled wail: "Lin Wanqing, you brat... if you can really secure your position as a concubine's maid, I'll be living off you for the rest of my life..."

……

The car drove out of the residential area and merged into the afternoon traffic.

The autumn sunlight streamed in through the windshield, bathing the entire car in a warm, golden glow.

Lin Wanqing sat in the passenger seat with her legs together, her hands neatly placed on her knees, and her back ramrod straight, like a primary school student sitting in the headmaster's office.

She didn't know where to look. Looking ahead seemed too deliberate, looking out the window seemed too indifferent, and looking at Shen Wang seemed too daunting.

"Seatbelt." Shen Wang tilted his head.

"Huh? Oh, oh!"

Lin Wanqing hurriedly tried to pull the seatbelt, but after two tugs, she couldn't budge it. She was too nervous and used all her strength in the opposite direction.

Her face flushed, she took a deep breath, and with a gentle pull, the seatbelt slid out smoothly and clicked into place.

Shen Wang watched her flustered actions and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

He looked away and casually asked, "Did you bring your ID card?"