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nTranslator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

nLuosang laid on the bed lazily while Nian Junting was drying her hair. Nian Junting was heavy-handed, as it was the first time he had dried a woman’s hair. He hurt Luosang many times in the process.

n“Can’t you be gentler? You’re hurting my scalp.” Luosang was already exhausted. Even when turning back to give Nian Junting a threatening glance, she still seemed to be lazy and weak.

n“You can’t blame me. Your hair is tangled,” Nian Junting explained.

n“Can’t you untangle it gently?” Luosang complained in a sweet and soft voice.

n“Alright…” Nian Junting lowered his head, upset. He suddenly missed their earlier encounter, when Luosang was moaning and crying with her limbs coiled around him like vines.

nShe said that she was tired, yet her body never stopped following his movements. At that moment, he was even willing to die for that pleasure. But now, he needed to stop himself from reliving that, or his body would start to burn again. His woman was not strong enough to do it two times in a row.

nHe silently dried her hair, then spent a moment appreciating his work. I’m amazing. On the first try, I managed to create a lion-like hairstyle for her. Also, my woman looks stunning in any hairstyle, he thought.

nLuosang buried her face in a pillow while asking languidly, “What did Ji Chuan say to you earlier?”

n“Um, he asked me to talk to Nian Xi. He wants to make up with her.” Nian Junting laid down by her side and said, “But I think he needs to do that himself. Can any man have a wife without making any effort?”

nLuosang nodded. In fact, she had guessed as much.

n“But I feel that… Ji Chuan cares about Shuangwei a little too much,” Nian Junting murmured.

nLuosang quietly glanced at him. You’re just coming to realize that now? She thought, If I were Nian Xi, I’d fight him, too. Seriously, it’s not like he can’t have female friends, but how can he neglect his girlfriend’s feelings because of a female friend?

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nThe next day, Nian Junting returned to his company after driving Luosang to school. When he stepped into his office, he saw a box on his desk. He opened it and found a blue tie with polka dots laying in it. There was a note under the tie—I want to tie you up with me, forever.

nHe paused for a second, then wore a sweet smile. Was this a surprise from Luosang? She always likes to tie me up. A scarf is apparently not enough, so now she’s given me a tie, he thought. He rarely wore a tie, but for her, he was willing to wear one. He put on the tie, then looked at himself in the screen of his phone. He looked nice. His woman did have great taste.

nAs he prepared to call Luosang, Lu Kang walked in and asked to talk to him.

n“What’s it about?” Nian Junting put down the phone.

n“It’s about Yi Group,” Lu Kang smiled. “Last year, the few films and TV series that they invested in didn’t pass censorship. At the end of last year, they fell into a cash flow dilemma. Yi Jingxi’s now less well-known than before. Currently, many people want to cut ties with them. Their artists have left them one after another, and some of their shareholders have started to sell stocks. He bought all those stocks back, though.”

n“He’s still struggling.” Nian Junting sneered.

n“Of course. He has such a huge movie and television base, after all.” Lu Kang continued, “However, as far as I know, those shareholders who invested in the movie and television base already want to sell their stocks.”

n“Talk to them. We have to get their stocks,” Nian Junting ordered. “Once he loses control of the movie and television base, destroying Yi Group will become easy. Besides, he’s been running the movie and television base pretty well these past few years. It’s gonna be a cash cow in the future.”

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