Why did the system take my request to take photos with a cosplayer seriously?

Ding Heng tapped his finger lightly: "So you learned your habit of spending money recklessly from her."

Lin Man playfully stuck out her tongue: "I'm already being very frugal, okay!"

Do you have some misunderstanding about thrift?

"Comparatively speaking..."

Lin Man continued her story, picking up where she left off: "When my mother was born, my maternal grandfather's business had already taken off. Although she had lived a life of luxury since childhood, she was, after all, the child of my maternal grandfather's mistress, and was not well received at home."

So, from a young age, she harbored a deep-seated ambition to prove herself no less capable than anyone else. Instead of going to university after graduating high school, she secretly went to work as a waitress at my grandfather's karaoke bar, starting from the bottom to learn about the family business. It wasn't until she was nearly sexually assaulted by a customer and smashed a bottle over his head that my grandfather found out.

Later, my maternal grandfather started paying attention to my mother and gave her some authority, which led to the creation of Brilliant Planet.

Lin Man's tone was filled with a strong sense of pride.

"Later, my maternal grandfather wanted my mother to marry the son of a certain official, saying that it would help the family business. She neither refused nor agreed, but then she got pregnant and forced my father, a rural college student who was eight years younger than her, to come home with her and become her son-in-law."

"Did your grandfather agree?"

“He had no choice but to agree… My mother had already proven her abilities by then, and she had several profitable projects under her control. Among my grandfather’s large group of children, she was the number one figure!”

Ding Heng noticed that when Lin Man talked about her mother, her foxy eyes were full of light, showing a pure and heartfelt admiration for her mother.

Why did your mother go in?

The moment Ding Heng asked the question, the light in Lin Man's eyes went out, leaving them empty and blank.

She didn't answer, but instead pressed a button on the desk. Her two feet, encased in black stockings, gently touched Ding Heng's lower abdomen and rolled them lightly in opposite directions.

The blackout curtains slowly started up, closing in from both sides to gradually cover the entire Victoria Harbour.

Ding Heng gripped Lin Man's slender ankle joints with his fingers, pressed his thumb into the indentation on the inside of her ankle, gave it a gentle press, and then pulled sharply.

Lin Man instantly slumped back onto the desk, her long hair spread out, her skirt billowing up, and her glasses slipping off...

Ding Heng leaned down, placing his hands on either side of Lin Man's body, looking down at her.

"Time to get to work, Miss Secretary."

"Yes, sir!"

This secretary... has to work at a desk!

Chapter 174: Secretary Lin, who is becoming increasingly sensible and capable

After finishing their work quickly, the two took a shower together.

When Ding Heng came out of the bathroom, Lin Man had already changed into a brand new office lady outfit and was squatting in front of her suitcase, rummaging through it.

Hearing the noise, she turned her head, her face, now freshly made up, even more alluring and captivating.

"Boss, come and give it a try."

She took a men's suit out of the box, stood up, and unfolded it.

The fabric is deep navy blue, with a clean cut and smooth lines.

Ding Heng walked over: "When were these preparations made?"

"Last week I secretly asked Xiaojing for your measurements so I could have a suit made."

Lin Man held up the suit jacket to Ding Heng: "It was finished before coming to Hong Kong, so it will come in handy."

Ding Heng obediently raised his arm, letting Lin Man put the shirt on his shoulders.

Lin Man deftly fastened the buttons, one by one from bottom to top, her fingertips occasionally brushing against his skin.

When she tied the top bead, she stood on tiptoe, her breath brushing against Ding Heng's chin.

"Boss, please look up."

Ding Heng slightly raised his chin, and Lin Man straightened the collar of her shirt and took out a tie from the box; it was made of dark gray silk.

She wrapped the tie around Ding Heng's neck, her fingers flying as she tied a perfect Windsor knot, adjusted the tightness, and pushed the knot up to her collar.

Then comes the suit jacket.

Lin Man came up behind Ding Heng, opened her coat, and waited for his arm to slip inside. Then she helped him adjust his shoulder line from behind, gently stroking his shoulder blade with her fingers to smooth out the noodles.

"Boss, could you please turn around so I can take a look?"

Ding Heng turned around, and Lin Man took half a step back, looking him up and down.

The suit fit perfectly, with the shoulder line just hitting the acromion, and the sleeves extending about a centimeter beyond the edge of the shirt. The waist was cinched just right, making Ding Heng's already tall and straight figure appear even more sharp.

Lin Man nodded in satisfaction, then squatted down and took out a pair of Oxford shoes from the box. She untied the shoelaces, opened the shoe openings, and placed them next to Ding Heng's feet.

Ding Heng stepped into the shoe, and Lin Man held his calves firmly to steady him. Once both feet were in the shoe, she began to tie the laces.

Fingers threaded through the shoelace eyelets, crossed, tightened, and knotted... clearly, they had practiced this many times beforehand.

Perhaps because it was too strenuous to squat while wearing high heels, Lin Man changed to a kneeling position after tying her shoelaces and continued to adjust Ding Heng's trouser legs.

She pressed her knees together on the carpet, her head slightly lowered, her long hair falling down to cover half of her face.

From Ding Heng's vantage point, he could see Lin Man's lowered eyelashes, delicate and upturned nose, and slightly pursed, pink and moist lips. Her neckline opened slightly as she lowered her head, revealing a section of her collarbone and the soft curve of her skin covered in velvet fabric.

Black stockings encased her calves, which extended from under her skirt, with her knees pressed against the carpet. The curves of her calves were outlined smoothly and rounded by the stockings.

Lin Man carefully smoothed the fabric of Ding Heng's trouser legs, her movements gentle.

Ding Heng raised his hand and gently placed it on her head, his fingers running through her silver-gray hair: "Thank you for your thoughtfulness."

Lin Man raised her head and met Ding Heng's gaze, a bright light appearing in her foxy eyes.

"It's part of a secretary's job."

How much did it cost?

Lin Man froze, her fingers stopping at the hem of her trousers.

Ding Heng gently stroked her head with his thumb: "I can't let my little secretary waste money, can I?"

Lin Man lowered her head again: "Thank you for your understanding, boss, but this dress is a gift that I specially ordered for you. I hope you can accept it as a token of my appreciation."

"Gift?"

"Wishing the boss success in his business venture, and may his wealth flow in like a river, making him rich every day."

Lin Man playfully spoke auspicious words, letting Ding Heng's fingers run through her hair.

She knew it in her heart.

Ding Heng has most likely seen through her lie.

For someone who could easily bring down Liu Jianming, investigating her finances would be as simple as lifting a finger.

But Ding Heng didn't expose him.

He even went along with her script, giving her a way out and dignity, so that she had a reason to stay by his side.

Because he enjoyed her service and obedience, enjoyed the way she knelt at his feet and looked up at him humbly.

And she was willing to kneel, even if it meant abandoning all pride and dignity...

She felt that as long as Ding Heng was still willing to keep her by his side, he would reward her with something someday.

Ding Heng withdrew his hand: "Get up, Secretary Huang must be getting impatient."

Lin Man hummed in agreement, got up to ease the numbness in her legs, and then took out a watch box containing a simple steel-band wristwatch.

"It's a watch from a small domestic brand. The price isn't high, but the workmanship is pretty good. I felt it would suit your low-key style, so I bought one..."

She pulled Ding Heng's wrist, placed the watch face above his wrist bone, and the clasp clicked shut.

"Let's go."

Ding Heng turned and left without expression.

Lin Man picked up her handbag and followed Ding Heng half a step behind, at a leisurely pace.

Secretary Huang was already waiting in the lobby downstairs. When he saw Ding Heng walk out of the elevator, he immediately stepped forward and said, "Mr. Ding, the car is already at the door."

Ding Heng's gaze swept across the lobby: "Where's Baima?"

"It's not convenient to bring her to formal occasions."

Secretary Huang said in a flat tone, "I told her to go out and wander around by herself, and to go back to the hotel by herself later."

Ding Heng didn't ask any more questions and walked towards the door.

Secretary Huang followed beside him, half a step behind, and opened her tablet to report on the itinerary for the next two days.

The car slowly drove out of the hotel and merged into the busy traffic of Hong Kong.

Skyscrapers stand tall, neon lights flash, and this city is always bustling with activity.

I've arranged to have dinner with Mr. Zhu tonight at a private restaurant in Central.

Mr. Zhu's full name is Zhu Yongchang. He has been Qu Zhen's partner in Hong Kong for many years. He started his business in import and export trade in his early years and later ventured into finance and real estate. He has extensive connections in the local business community.

He was the one who facilitated the company registration.

The car stopped in front of an inconspicuous building.

There was no eye-catching sign at the entrance, only a bronze plaque with a few small characters engraved on it, as if it was afraid of being discovered.

The elevator went up to the eighteenth floor, and at the end of the corridor was a wooden door. Pushing the door open, you would find a completely different world inside.

The decor is in a modern Chinese style, with mahogany tables and chairs, Xuan paper lamps, and a traditional Chinese ink painting of landscapes hanging on the wall.

By the window, a man in his fifties was leisurely sipping tea. When he saw them come in, he put down his cup and stood up.

Zhu Yongchang is slightly overweight, and his eyes squint into slits when he smiles, giving him a prosperous and amiable appearance.

He strode up to her, speaking in Mandarin with a Cantonese accent: "Xiao Ding? We meet again. Come, come, Mr. Qu has mentioned you to me many times, saying you are young and promising, and very handsome. He asked me to take good care of you."

"Mr. Zhu, you're too kind."

Ding Heng shook hands with him: "I'm sure I'll have to trouble you a lot this time I'm in Hong Kong."

"No trouble at all. President Qu has been kind to me, and it's nothing much, just a small favor."

Zhu Yongchang chuckled and led them to their seats, then took the opportunity to remind Ding Heng of the details of opening a company in Hong Kong.

Company registration, bank account opening, secretarial services, tax filing... all these miscellaneous tasks can be a headache.