Diary of Getting Rich Quick in the South

It truly lives up to its reputation as a million-dollar luxury car.

Touching the smooth leather seats, I felt an unprecedented sense of joy and pride.

Especially while driving, I realized for the first time that driving is not just about stepping on the gas pedal.

To fully utilize the car's superior driving performance, one must not only master the steering wheel but also coordinate the clutch engagement and throttle input.

Of course, this also requires the high configuration of the whole car. Otherwise, no matter how good the car is, if you drive it incorrectly, it will cause the engine to stall, the cylinder to explode, or even leak oil.

Zhang Dongting's luxury car is naturally different from the cars that countless people have driven in driving school.

That range and the instant acceleration are simply incomparable to cars costing only 100,000 to 200,000 yuan.

It's a pity that this million-dollar luxury car doesn't belong to me, otherwise I would drive it around a few times every day.

Seeing me sitting in the car lost in thought, Zhang Dongting put on her coat and said softly.

"You don't need to feel too guilty. I won't make you take responsibility. Just treat each other as usual."

I nodded and mumbled an "Mmm," feeling somewhat uncomfortable.

I know that even if something happened between us, it wouldn't have any result because the difference in our social status is too great.

Judging from her personality, she's probably just playing around with me.

Does this count as me being sexually harassed in the workplace?

Perhaps sensing my disappointment, Zhang Dongting hugged my face and gave me a hard kiss on the lips.

Do you think I'm a promiscuous woman?

I quickly shook my head and said no, I never thought that way.

"A man's mouth is a liar's mouth."

Zhang Dongting pinched me, but she wasn't angry.

"You don't need to make excuses. It's not just you; many people think this way. After all, I'm divorced from my husband and I'm supporting such a large family business all by myself. Anyone would have some doubts."

But I can tell you that since my divorce, I've only had one electric husband, and you are the first man I've had in all these years.

Even I don't know why I'm with you. Maybe it was just the feeling at first sight.

Your innocence, the light in your eyes, makes me feel like I'm back in my student days.

She paused for a moment, then continued, "I probably won't get married in my life, but if you want, I can maintain this relationship with you indefinitely. If you get a girlfriend, you can tell me, and I'll leave quietly. You can also rest assured at the company; I won't fire you. On the contrary, I'll give you the best treatment."

I felt strange after hearing that.

A beautiful, wealthy woman with a net worth of over 100 million won't marry you, but will maintain a secret relationship with you, giving you tenderness and money.

This sounds good, but it seems pretty rubbish.

Isn't this how those rich and powerful CEOs deceive young girls?

However, I quickly adjusted my mindset.

She's a woman and she doesn't care, but I'm a man, so no matter how you look at it, I'm the one who got the better deal.

What more could I ask for?

"Sister Ting, I'm afraid I haven't done a good enough job." I scratched my head.

"You did a great job just now."

Zhang Dongting joked.

I didn't know how to respond to what he said, so I just lowered my head.

I still felt a little awkward around her.

"Oh, are you shy now? You weren't this shy just now."

Zhang Dongting put her arm around mine.

My face turned even redder, so hot I felt like I could fry an egg in it.

"I love your shyness. Come on, call me Tingting."

She sat on my lap again, hugging my neck.

I kept my head down and didn't say anything.

"You're being naughty."

Zhang Dongting leaned close to my ear: "If you call... I can..."

I shuddered.

"Tingting."

I don't know who initiated it, but we ended up hugging again.

"dad……"

……

I didn't go back to my dorm tonight; I slept at Zhang Dongting's house.

When I woke up it was already past 9 a.m., and I was so scared that I quickly got out of bed and dressed.

"No rush, take your time. I've told the company you have something to do today and need to go out with me for a business dinner, so it won't be recorded as absenteeism."

Zhang Dongting had a red veil draped over her shoulders, and her hair was wet, clearly indicating that she had just taken a shower. She was sitting in front of her dressing table, drying her hair.

Seeing me scramble out of bed, she couldn't help but cover her mouth and giggle.

I stood behind her, took the hairdryer from her, and dried her hair.

Zhang Dongting closed her eyes, leaned back slightly, and rested against my chest.

The faint scent of shampoo wafting from her hair, and the gentle breeze blowing in from the window, made me feel a little dazed for a moment.

I once fantasized about such a life.

After get off work, we cook together and then go for a walk.

After she washed her hair, I helped her blow-dry it and listened quietly as she talked about the trivialities and joys of her work.

Two people in one house, three meals a day, four seasons a year.

"Chen An, I suddenly want to marry you."

Zhang Dongting suddenly blurted out something that startled me so much that my hand holding the hairdryer trembled.

"Look how scared you are."

Zhang Dongting opened her eyes and glared at me: "I was just speaking from the heart. By the way, don't let your cousin-in-law and colleagues know about our relationship."

"Are you scared?" I don't know why, but I suddenly blurted out.

Zhang Dongting angrily slapped me: "I'm not afraid, but do you really want to be seen as a gigolo? How will you find a girlfriend then? And if Su Wan finds out about us, she'll skin me alive and say I'm an old cow eating young grass."

After she finished speaking, she giggled to herself.

I said, "Okay, I understand. I promise to keep it a secret. Even if you put a knife to my throat, I won't tell."

She raised her hand and slapped me again: "Don't talk nonsense."

She paused, her face slightly flushed, and added, "But if you want, you can come to my office."

I lowered my head awkwardly: "I...I don't want to."

Zhang Dongting glared at me: "I think that's enough!"

……

Back at the company, I felt refreshed, but my hands and feet felt weak and I couldn't muster any strength while working.

It wasn't until almost the end of the workday that I realized Bai Yan hadn't come.

Since I arrived at the company at 3:00 PM, I assumed she had gone out to do business in the morning and didn't pay much attention.

But when it was almost time to clock in, I still didn't see her.

Our company is different from other companies.

You can go out to do business, but you need to come back and clock in when it's almost time to leave work.

If you can't come back to clock in, you should ask someone else to clock in and report it on your behalf.

I asked a few colleagues, and they all said they hadn't seen Bai Yan since this morning.

Strange, could it be that he/she is sick?

She's been mentoring me since I first joined the company; she's practically my mentor.

I was naturally a little worried when she didn't come, so I called her.

The call was answered quickly, and Bai Yan's hoarse voice came through.

"Feed".

The sound was like... someone had been crying and shouting for a long time, almost unable to speak anymore.

"Sister Bai, are you alright? You sound sick."

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone before she said, "No...it's nothing, I'm just feeling a little unwell...um..."