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

n“I know, I’m just trying to tell you that smart people are always different from the ordinary ones. Actually, we just see things clearer than ordinary people do in a smarter way,” said Nian Junting with a deep, proud voice.

nLuosang felt speechless.

n“Why don’t you say anything? Don’t you agree with me,” said Nian Junting, “Have you seen another man who’s as young and successful as I am?” He sounded a little unpleasant.

n“I admit, you’re capable at work. But your great family ground is the main reason for your success,” said Luosang.

n“Have you ever met a man with higher achievements than me at my age?” He asked.

nLuosang spent a short while thinking carefully. She had a few names in her mind, but all of those men were in their thirties or forties.

nHer silence made Nian Junting even prouder. “Many people with good family backgrounds are just loafing around; their lives are all about having fun and going to parties. Some of them are too arrogant or lazy. As the old saying goes, ‘a rich family cannot maintain its wealth for more than three generations’. I think that made sense,” he said.

nLuosang suddenly thought of herself.

nHer grandparents were both famous intellectuals, her father build the family business, but she lost Xu Pictures to…

n“Why do you look so unhappy?” He raised his head from her chest, stared at her sad face, and asked.

nThe corners Luosang’s lips twitched. “Why haven’t you… taken it slightly back yet?”

nNian Junting paused. His attention was already diverted a little, but just as she reminded him, that part of his body was aroused again.

n“I said, stop complimenting me,” he said.

n“I didn’t,” she said.

n“You’re complimenting me for being able to last longer in bed, aren’t you?” He said.

nLuosang raised her head and closed her eyes, wishing for a thunderbolt to fall on her and kill her.

n‘Why hasn’t Sister Lan showed up yet?’ she thought.

nPerhaps God had heard her pray as sge finally heard the sound of footsteps from outside.

n“Sister Lan, Sister Lan, help!” she hurriedly shouted out loud.

n“Luosang, what happened?” Sister Lan asked, pushing the door open. She blushed when she saw that Nian Junting was lying upon Luosang with his face buried in her breasts. She hurriedly covered her eyes with her hands and said, “Ahyaya, sorry, sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt you. I thought you were calling me just now. I think I misheard it.”

nAfter saying that, she quickly shut the door.

nLuosang was speechless again.

n“He Ruolan! Get your ass in here!” Nian Junting yelled in rage. “Can’t you see that I just fell?”

nAfter about ten seconds, Sister Lan opened the door in hesitation and asked uncertainly, “Mr. Nian, did you really fall?”

nLuosang wanted to cry. She even began to worry about Sister Lan’s IQ. “Sister Lan, if you don’t help me, I might die.”

n“Sorry, sorry, I misunderstood.” Blushingly, she ran to them and helped Nian Junting sit in his wheelchair with quite some effort.

nAfter getting up from Luosang, Nian Junting hurriedly dropped his arm to cover his private area, as he didn’t want Sister Lan to see and feel embarrassed.

nFortunately, Sister Lan didn’t notice that at all. After helping Nian Junting up, she went to help Luosang. Earlier, Luosang let Nian Junting fall on her, so when getting up, many areas of her body ached severely, made her hiss in pain.

nSister Lan lifted her hair, checked her head, and said, “There’s a big lump on the back of your head.”

n“I think we have some liniment in this house. Go get her some.” Recalling that Luosang didn’t mention anything about the pain just now, Nian Junting showed guiltiness and other indescribable feelings in his eyes.

n“Mr. Nian, are you hurt?” asked Sister Lan.

nNian Junting shook his head, then told her to apply some medicine to Luosang’s head.

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