I'm conquering Hong Kong entertainment with two billion US dollars.

Chapter 75: The fight really started, it was too brutal.

Happy Valley at night.

The soup was still steaming when it was served. Zhang Baizhi placed two bowls in front of Lin Dong and Li Jiaxin respectively.

"Michele, be careful, it's hot." She placed the spoon down, took a step back, and wore a sweet smile.

Li Jiaxin didn't look at her. She picked up the bowl, scooped up a spoonful of soup, blew on it, and slowly drank it.

The soup was very flavorful, with the aroma of five-finger peach and the richness of chicken oil spreading on the tip of her tongue, but she didn't savor it at all.

He had only one thought in his mind: he needed to eat his fill to have the strength to beat this bastard.

Zhang Baizhi was completely unaware. She sat on the other side of Lin Dong, sipping her soup and occasionally glancing up at him.

As far as she was concerned, with Dong Ge around, Li Jiaxin couldn't cause any trouble, so she didn't listen to what Li Jiaxin said in the afternoon at all.

After all, the last time was in Happy Valley, and the time before that was also in Happy Valley. Every time, it was all bark and no bite. In the end, all three of them ended up in bed together.

Tonight she even felt she could be a little bolder—to tease Li Jiaxin a little in bed, since Dong-ge liked it anyway.

Just then, Li Jiaxin placed the empty bowl on the coffee table.

The soup is finished. I've also mustered up enough energy.

She stood up and walked up to Zhang Baizhi.

Zhang Baizhi was taking the last sip of soup when he looked up and saw Li Jiaxin standing in front of him. Before he could put the bowl down, a hand had already grabbed her collar.

"Say it again—I'm here." Li Jiaxin said with a cold smile.

Zhang Baizhi reflexively tried to pry Li Jiaxin's fingers apart, but couldn't.

Li Jiaxin looks slender, but her wrist strength is surprisingly great. As a former model, her core strength is no joke.

"Michele, let go—Dong-ge!" Zhang Baizhi's voice rose, but this time her plea for help went unanswered.

Lin Dong leaned back on the sofa armrest, holding a teacup, with his legs crossed.

"Don't hit me in the face." He said, taking a sip of tea.

When Zhang Baizhi finally realized that tonight's script was different from before, her back was pressed against the sofa armrest, Li Jiaxin's knees were on her legs, one hand was gripping her collar, and the other hand was already pulling her hair.

It really hurts—the kind of pain that makes your scalp tingle.

She screamed and reached out to grab Li Jiaxin's hair, but missed. She then grabbed her arm instead, leaving several red marks on her skin with her fingernails.

"You dare to fight back!" Li Jiaxin was even angrier and pressed her whole body against him.

The two rolled from the sofa onto the carpet, their four legs intertwined, their hands gripping each other's hair and clothes, their skirts billowing, their slippers flying, and the coffee table being knocked back a few inches.

Lin Dong leaned back on the sofa, holding the teacup steadily in his hand.

He saw Zhang Baizhi finally manage to grab Li Jiaxin's hair, saw Li Jiaxin let out a muffled groan but didn't loosen her grip at all, and saw the collars of the two of them being torn wider and wider during the fight, revealing large areas of dazzling white skin.

Then he found himself getting a little engrossed in what he was looking at.

It's so brutal. Yet, it's also somewhat pleasing to the eye—how is that possible?

They fought for about four or five minutes, and both of them were almost exhausted.

Li Jiaxin was panting heavily on top of Zhang Baizhi, who was pinned beneath her and kicking his legs in vain.

Lin Dong put down his teacup, stood up, walked over, and lifted the two people off the carpet with one hand each, separating them.

"Smack." A slap landed on Li Jiaxin's buttocks.

"Slap." Another slap landed on Zhang Baizhi's buttocks.

The force was the same, the position was the same. Fair and just.

"Alright. That's enough."

He loosened the person's grip.

Li Jiaxin stood up straight, her chest heaving violently, her hair disheveled as if it had just been blown by a typhoon.

Zhang Baizhi was panting as he leaned on the sofa armrest. One of the buttons on his pajamas had been ripped off, leaving two red marks on his collarbone.

The two looked at each other for a moment, then simultaneously looked away.

"snort!"

Li Jiaxin snorted coldly, picked up the stock trading machine from the sofa, and leaned against Lin Dong.

She had a great time fighting, but she didn't forget that she had important business to attend to that night—the US stock market had already opened.

She pressed a few keys, and the screen lit up. 107.15. She stared at the number, blinked, and then sprang up from the sofa.

"Ah Dong—it's only been an hour, and the price has gone up by more than a dollar again!"

She snuggled into Lin Dong's arms, shoving the stock trading machine in front of his eyes. The fatigue and anger she had felt earlier had been completely washed away by the numbers.

"Looks like the price will go up again tonight. Will it rise another 5 or 6 yuan like the past few days?"

She didn't even need to calculate; she knew perfectly well that her stock account had already made a profit of over 200 million tonight.

"Ah Dong." She turned around, cupped Lin Dong's face in her hands, and pressed her lips hard against his.

Zhang Baizhi leaned back on the sofa armrest, watching Li Jiaxin cling to Lin Dong and watching Lin Dong's hand rest on her waist.

She didn't move or lean forward; her eyes just darted around.

She probably guessed it too; Li Jiaxin made a fortune again tonight, and her brother Dong made even more.

Then we can't wait any longer. We have to act tonight. If she gets pregnant, whoever wants the female lead from "King of Comedy" can have her.

Li Jiaxin finally released Lin Dong's lips, her face still flushed with excitement. She suddenly remembered something, turned to look at Lin Dong, and couldn't suppress the smile on her lips.

"Did Ah Dong—Xiang Sheng also toss his toss from around this position?"

Lin Dong nodded.

Li Jiaxin's smugness grew even brighter. "He must be regretting it to the core."

When she said this, her chin was slightly raised. It wasn't that she had any issues with Xiang Yeqiang; it was pure, heartfelt pride.

She didn't sell a single share. From beginning to end, she didn't sell a single share; in fact, she added to her position.

Of course, this position is different from that position. On June 2nd, there was a stock split, splitting the stock into two.

Lin Dong smiled but didn't respond. Xiang Yeqiang would settle some scores himself.

Li Jiaxin placed the stock trading machine on the coffee table and turned around.

Her breathing hadn't completely calmed down yet; the sensations from the kiss, mixed with the excitement of soaring stock prices, left her feeling somewhat intoxicated.

She took a step forward, placed her hands on his shoulders, lowered her head, and her lips almost touched his.

"love me."

Lin Dong's hand gripped her waist.

Zhang Baizhi watched the two people on the sofa. She didn't say anything, but silently stood up, her fingers touching the last intact button on her loungewear.

Then she knelt down on the edge of the sofa, placed her fingers on Lin Dong's knees, and leaned forward little by little.

The cool air from the air conditioner brushed against her back.

About half an hour later, the noise in the living room gradually subsided.

Zhang Baizhi lay down next to Li Jiaxin, his cheek pressed against the leather of the sofa, his breathing still rumbling out in waves.

She squeezed out two words from her throat, her voice as soft as half-melted cream.

"No, inside."

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