Diary of Getting Rich Quick in the South

I have never seen such a tactless woman in my life.

I've been so direct with myself time and time again, but she still won't give up. It's endless.

Suppressing my anger, I replied, "I'm going to sleep."

The knocking stopped, then Huang Yingying spoke again: "Can you still talk while you're asleep? Brother Chen, don't hide from me."

I was so angry I laughed.

Really outrageous.

Do you really think I have a good temper?

Do you really think I'm too scared to sleep with you?

I couldn't take it anymore, so I got out of bed and flung open the bedroom door.

Huang Yingying, who was outside the door, had already changed out of her daytime business suit and was wearing a light, thin ice silk camisole nightgown loosely on her body.

The fabric was extremely thin, clinging to her curvaceous figure, and her long hair was casually draped over her shoulders.

He also wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose.

When I opened the door, Huang Yingying said timidly, "Brother Chen, it's thundering outside. I'm too scared to be alone in my room. Can I stay here for a little while? Just a short while."

I looked at her coldly: "If you're scared, why don't you go find Sister Bai? You two can share a room."

Mentioning Bai Yan, Huang Yingying became even more aggrieved: "I went there. I knocked on the door several times, but Manager Bai wouldn't open it. I listened at the door for a while just now, and it sounded like a man's voice coming from her room."

Upon hearing this, I was completely stunned.

Is there a man's voice coming from Bai Yan's room?

My immediate thought was of Mr. Wen, whom I had bumped into that evening.

No wonder Bai Yan looked so rushed when we said goodbye, insisting on changing rooms alone. No wonder that President Wen gave me such a meaningful look before he left, repeatedly telling me to contact him if I needed anything.

Could it be that their relationship is not as simple as that of ordinary business partners?

One is a young and promising department head, and the other is a wealthy married tycoon.

Isn't there a huge difference in their social status?

Taking advantage of my momentary daze, Huang Yingying lowered her body and nimbly squeezed through the gap between my arms.

I sighed helplessly and closed the door behind me.

"Are you sure you really heard that? You didn't mishear?"

Huang Yingying nodded vigorously and murmured softly, "It's definitely true. I heard it clearly. I thought Manager Bai was just in a bad mood and didn't want to live with me, but I didn't expect... she actually brought a man over secretly."

At this point, she changed the subject, giving me a suggestive look: "I never expected that Manager Bai, who usually seems so aloof and self-disciplined, would be so cunning in private. Brother Chen, do you think we've all been fooled by her?"

"Don't talk nonsense."

I glared at her: "Sister Bai isn't that kind of person. Don't make wild guesses and spread rumors without any evidence."

Regardless of the relationship between Bai Yan and President Wen, it is her private matter and no one else has the right to speculate or gossip about it.

Just then, a thunderclap suddenly exploded outside the window.

The sudden clap of thunder startled Huang Yingying, who let out a soft scream and instinctively lunged forward, burying herself in my arms.

Her body was soft and hot, pressed tightly against my chest, her slender arms frantically wrapped around my waist, and her head buried tightly in the crook of my neck.

A rich, sweet, youthful fragrance wafted towards me, mixed with the faint scent of her shower gel.

My heart tightened, and I immediately raised my hand to push her away.

But the person in my arms clung tightly to my waist, refusing to let go.

"Brother Chen, I'm really afraid of thunder... Every time there was thunder before, Zhou Kai would hold me."

I suppressed the strange flutter in my heart: "I'm not your boyfriend. There's a difference between men and women. This isn't appropriate. What if your boyfriend finds out?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than another deafening clap of thunder boomed out.

A sudden downpour poured down outside the window, the sounds of wind and rain mingling together.

Huang Yingying hugged me even tighter, her body trembling violently, and she was completely clinging to me.

I didn't dare pull too hard for fear of hurting her, so I could only slow down and pry her arms apart little by little, forcibly pushing her away from my arms.

"Yingying, stop! Let go!"

But Huang Yingying held on tightly, showing no intention of letting go.

"Brother Chen, just let me hug you for a little while, just a little while, please!"

Her voice was soft and trembling slightly.

But just as I pushed her away, I suddenly caught a glimpse of a small red dot flashing on the corner of her glasses.

I was stunned for a moment, then my mind went blank for a second.

These aren't ordinary glasses; they're clearly hidden cameras, constantly recording!

I instantly became furious.

From deliberately hooking my hand at the airport and linking arms with me in public, to sending endless messages at night and finding excuses to come to my door, it was all a pre-planned scheme, designed specifically to trick me!

That damn bitch!

I angrily shoved her away: "You're recording? What are you trying to do?!"

Huang Yingying's body stiffened abruptly, her pitiful expression vanished instantly, and panic immediately flashed in her eyes. She instinctively tried to turn around and hide something.

Her reaction speaks for itself; it's all undeniable proof.

I stepped forward and grabbed her hand: "You've been deliberately flirting with me since the airport, and now you've followed me to my room in the middle of the night, intentionally being ambiguous with me, secretly recording videos. Are you trying to use these things to get something out of me?"

The next second, she covered her face, squatted on the ground, her shoulders trembling, and began to cry softly.

"Brother Chen, no...it's not what you think. I...I didn't want to get anything out of you. I just like you, really."

I didn't care whether she cried or not. I grabbed her wrist and pulled her up forcefully, intending to kick her out of the room.

"You like me? Your so-called 'like' is secretly recording me? Then tell me, what exactly do you mean by wearing a camera to record me? Now, get out of here!"

Just as I was about to push her out the door, Huang Yingying suddenly found the strength to shake my hand off.

After a few seconds of silence, she raised her hand and gently tugged at the collar of her pajamas.

The loose-fitting ice silk pajamas slipped to one side, revealing her fair waist and beautiful figure.

My gaze instantly fell on the tattoo on her lower abdomen.

It was a very delicate yet slightly wild pink tattoo.

The tiny demon's pointed horns were upturned, paired with its folded little wings, and its tail was wrapped with fine vine patterns, making it particularly eye-catching against the skin.

This is a succubus tattoo!

Ordinary girls wouldn't get this kind of tattoo unless...

Huang Yingying looked up at me, tears still in her eyes, and explained in a choked voice.

"Brother Chen, I...I did record it, but I never intended to use the video to blackmail you."

She took a deep breath, as if completely abandoning her pretense, and honestly told the truth.

"I did this not voluntarily, it was Zhou Kai, my boyfriend, this... this was a task he gave me."