Transmigrating into a Book in the 80s: After Giving Up, I Was Pampered by a Rough Man

Hui Rui's unfortunate end happened just yesterday.

Pierre broke out in a cold sweat and repeatedly assured the person on the other end of the phone.

After the long-distance call ended, Qian Weimin stood next to the landline, rooted to the spot like a wooden stake.

He glanced at the note with the overseas number on it in his hand, then turned to look at Jiang Mian, who was leisurely eating walnuts on the chaise lounge.

Is this all settled?

It's only been a few months since the Canton Fair started.

After leaving Tomato County, Jiang Mian spent most of her time in Repulse Bay and this hillside villa.

She has barely visited even the most bustling areas of Hong Kong Island, such as Tsim Sha Tsui and Central.

But this woman, without even stepping out of the door more than a few times, managed to settle the whole situation with just a few phone calls and a few thin sheets of paper.

She has a firm grip on Hong Kong's elite circles.

The old, arrogant European nobles fought tooth and nail for the quotas.

Now she has even taken over the North American luxury market, which is the most challenging and difficult to penetrate in the world.

Those multinational giants who once wielded immense power on Wall Street and the Champs-Élysées eventually became her willing underlings, paving the way for her success.

Qian Weimin took a deep breath, stood up straight, clasped his hands together, and bowed deeply to Jiang Mian.

"Dr. Jiang, please don't call me Dr. Jiang anymore."

"You're practically the reincarnation of the God of Wealth!"

Ah Hai nodded repeatedly with a look of admiration on his face.

Lu Ting cleaned up the last bit of walnut crumbs and handed Jiang Mian a wet tissue to wipe her hands.

Just as Jiang Mian took the tissue, a system notification sounded in her mind.

[The host's global deployment completion rate has exceeded a key threshold.]

[North American high-end channel access confirmed, European pilot feedback perfect, Hong Kong base shows maximum loyalty.]

[The passive talent "Brand Talent: Eastern Luxury" has successfully achieved comprehensive global market coverage!]

[Host's current status: Automatically lying flat.]

[System Comment: Great capitalists never personally go to the battlefield; strategic planning is the highest level of combat.]

A series of crisp beeps made Jiang Mian's eardrums itch slightly.

She closed her eyes and sensed it; the virtual salted fish progress bar inside the system was already fully full.

Once those wealthy families in North America start spending lavishly to snatch a jar of Oriental truffles, it becomes an absolute windfall of foreign exchange.

Jiang Mian couldn't help but chuckle softly, her eyes crinkling into a smile.

Lu Ting, who was sitting next to her, immediately noticed her emotional change.

"What happy thing came to mind?"

Jiang Mian opened her eyes and looked at him, her eyes sparkling.

"I'm thinking, this little one in our belly is going to be a little millionaire from the moment he's born."

The wealthiest people on three continents are all trying to find ways to earn money for baby formula for this unborn child.

Upon hearing this, Lu Ting's cold and hard face softened instantly, and his eyes were filled with doting affection.

He used a special fruit fork to pick up a piece of peeled peach flesh and carefully offered it to Jiang Mian's mouth.

"Then let her be a happy little baby."

"As long as you're happy every day, you can do whatever you want."

Lu Ting watched Jiang Mian obediently chewing on the peach, and then added earnestly.

"You take care of teaching her how to spend money, and I'll take care of raising her to be strong and healthy."

Qian Weimin, who was listening nearby, couldn't help but grin.

This Brother Lu is truly a straightforward and brutally protective husband.

With the matter settled, Qian Weimin put away the reports in his folder and prepared to take Ahai back to the Asia-Pacific office to arrange the scheduling of the next batch of goods.

Just as he reached the carved wooden door of the living room, he slapped his slicked-back hair and turned around.

"I almost forgot something important!"

Qian Weimin pulled out a high-quality silver invitation with gold foil stamping from a hidden compartment in his briefcase.

"Dr. Jiang, this was specially delivered by Leslie's agent yesterday."

"A high-profile charity gala will be held in Central next month."

"Leslie said that Daffy really wanted to see you again and take this opportunity to thank you in person."

Jiang Mian's gaze casually fell on the exquisite invitation.

Judging by the timeline, her belly will start to show next month.

Wearing those elaborate haute couture gowns to maintain a pompous image for social occasions is completely out of step with her current "laissez-faire" principle.

Not to mention having to bring along Lu Ting, her big husband who's always ready to gag at the slightest smell of unfamiliar things.

"I'm not going."

Jiang Mian gave a crisp and decisive answer, then shrank her shoulders into the cushion.

"It'll be too uncomfortable for me to go out once my belly gets a little bigger."

Qian Weimin was very perceptive and immediately put the invitation into his bag.

"clear."

"I'll go and refuse them right away, telling them that you need to rest."

"Wait a minute."

Jiang Mian called out to him.

Suddenly, the image of the terrace in Repulse Bay with the sea breeze flashed through her mind.

At that time, Leslie and Daffy stood side by side talking.

"Go tell Leslie himself that there's no need for thanks."

"If they really want to see me..."

Jiang Mian tilted her head slightly, her voice clear and crisp.

"When we have some free time in a few days, let the two of them come to the hillside for a simple meal by themselves."

"OK!"

……

As night deepened, the hustle and bustle of the hillside villas finally subsided completely.

Inside the bedroom on the second floor, the heavy double-layered velvet curtains were drawn tightly, blocking out the neon lights of Victoria Harbour outside.

The main lights were not on in the room; only a dim, yellowish bedside wall lamp was left on.

Lu Ting came out carrying a basin of water, from which steam rose.

He placed the basin of water on the carpet beside the bed, casually unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt, and squatted down.

"I just tested the water temperature, it's not too hot," Lu Ting said as he put his pair of fair and tender feet into the hot water.

Jiang Mian is in good spirits today, and doesn't have that lazy feeling she usually has.

She leaned against the soft cushions, looking down at the man, whose figure was like a small mountain, squatting at her feet and carefully massaging the soles of her feet.

The calluses on his hands were a bit rough, and scraping them against the soles of his feet caused a slight itch, but it felt strangely comfortable.

After washing her feet, Lu Ting used a dry cotton towel to wipe the water droplets off her feet clean, then carried the basin into the bathroom.

When he came out again, he had washed his hands three times with soap.

After confirming that she was not carrying any unusual odors that could trigger morning sickness, she carefully lifted a corner of the blanket and lay down.

His 1.9-meter-tall frame only occupied a small space next to the bed.

He habitually stretched out a strong arm across, his broad, warm palm resting on Jiang Mian's flat stomach.

Through the thin silk pajamas, the man's body heat flowed continuously, making me feel warm and cozy.

Jiang Mian snuggled closer to him, finding the most comfortable angle to press against his hard chest.

"Honey." She suddenly reached out and poked the taut muscles on his arm with her finger, her voice soft.

"Do you want a boy or a girl?"