I have ten trillion licking dog gold

Crying, making a scene, threatening suicide – these are a woman's innate abilities.

Moreover, Kim Joo-hyun is a woman among women.

Regardless of whether her motives are questionable, the fact is that she is incredibly strong. If she hadn't been held back, even if the glass was of high quality and she hadn't broken through it and become a flying acrobat, she would probably have suffered a head injury.

Fortunately, Boss Jiang is a trained fighter.

She managed to grab him, but according to the principle of action and reciprocity, Jin Zhuxuan, who was rushing forward, stumbled backward, her hair flying, and ended up falling into Boss Jiang's strong arms.

If this scene had been filmed, it would have been incredibly embarrassing and impossible to explain. However, the incident occurred on the first night the adventurers' crew arrived in Macau, and by now, they probably wouldn't have had the leisure to do so.

One bow, one tilt.

A deep, affectionate gaze.

The atmosphere is fantastic.

In addition, there's the combination of a domineering CEO and a stunning beauty.

giao~

They're making idol dramas.

Her jet-black hair slowly fell, kissing her delicate cheek; the striking color contrast created a romantic feeling as if the world had paused.

Kim Joo-hyun blinked her long, thick eyelashes, bit her red lips, and was about to speak when a sudden cry of pain rang out from the executive suite.

"Oppa—!"

That's right.

Kim Joo-hyun, who is revered as the dream goddess by countless otaku, was thrown onto the sofa and inevitably bounced up, almost falling to the ground.

A certain domineering CEO tugged at his collar, truly showing no mercy towards women.
Have you thought about your parents, your grandmother?

Boss Jiang had a sullen face.

It's not just for show.

Anyone would be upset in such a situation.

Suicide pacts are a defining characteristic of Qiong Yao dramas.

No man would like Qiong Yao dramas.

"I……"

Jin Zhuxuan, lying on the sofa, was speechless. She really hadn't thought about it. When you're thinking about suicide, how can you be rational? Without rationality, how can you care about so many things?

Looking at Jin Zhuxuan, who was disheveled and dressed in unkempt clothes, Boss Jiang gritted his teeth but did not reprimand her harshly.

So don't fantasize about so-called fairness.

Even someone like Boss Jiang is not immune to this.

Beautiful women always receive special treatment, no matter the circumstances—that's the truth!

What can we do?

How can anyone bring themselves to curse someone with a face that looks like it was created by an AI?

"go out."

Ignoring her appearance, Kim Joo-hyun propped herself up on the sofa, half-lying down, her eyes brimming with tears, and said fearfully yet stubbornly, "No."

She knew that if she obeyed and left the room at this moment, Xiao Lang might become a stranger to her forever.

Ok.

She learned a great deal about Chinese culture.

"I thought you were a girl who knew how to love yourself."

Boss Jiang was expressionless. Don't be fooled by his approachable and friendly demeanor; he can be quite intimidating when he puts on a stern face.

How am I not valuing myself?

Kim Joo-hyun sat up, letting her hair stick to her face.

"Cherishing one's own life is the most basic form of self-love. A person who can easily seek death is not even as good as a child."

Kim Joo-hyun, overwhelmed with emotion, blurted out without hesitation, "That's because Oppa doesn't understand me at all!"

"I understand you? Why should I understand you? Yes, you are a celebrity, and you have gained the love of countless fans, but does that mean you have the right to demand that everyone understand you?"

Kim Joo-hyun was stunned for a moment, then her eyes reddened, the tears welling up even more, and her beautiful voice became choked and hoarse: "That's not what I meant. I don't need anyone else to understand. I just hope Oppa can understand me..."

Mr. Jiang remained noncommittal, saying, "There is no one in the world who is worth giving up your life for."

"Bah."

Kim Joo-hyun did not refute, only her crystal tears fell silently, shattering on the carpet.

Kim Joo-hyun lowered her head and gripped the sofa cushions with both hands, seemingly not wanting her vulnerability to be noticed.

The "fierce and menacing" Boss Jiang immediately began to have a headache.

Why are petty men and women the most difficult to deal with?

Because villains are treacherous and cunning.

Women can't be reasoned with.

"Why are you crying? Am I wrong? In this life, people don't just live for themselves. When you can't figure things out, remember that there are people waiting for you to come home."

As a gentleman, Mr. Jiang's tone might have been a bit harsh, but as a boss, his behavior was beyond reproach.

What kind of boss would be so patient and earnest in giving advice?

Jumping off a building?

Jump!

How many coins does a human life cost?
It's fine as long as you compensate me.

"Plop, plop, plop..."

Tears fell incessantly, like a beaded curtain with a broken string.

Kim Joo-hyun lowered her head, her voice muffled, "I'm sorry."

You haven't done anything wrong to me.

Jiang Chen sat down on the edge of the coffee table and asked, "What is love in this world that makes people willing to die for it?" This sentence has been sung for thousands of years and is hailed as the most sublime interpretation of love. However, personally, he does not advocate this view of love.

Love should not be glorified by the metaphor of life and death.

Otherwise, given his obsession with Ai Qian back then, he should have jumped off the Dongda Library long ago and emptied his alma mater.

Do you know how low the probability is that you like someone and that person happens to like you back?

Jiang Chen softened his tone.

Kim Joo-hyun gripped the sofa, remaining silent.

"Actually, being able to meet someone you genuinely like is already a lucky thing."

Kim Joo-hyun finally slowly raised her head, her eyelashes glistening with tears, her face streaked with tears, truly a picture of a beautiful woman in the rain. It was uncertain whether she could still clearly see the other person's face.

"Oppa, don't you like me at all?"

Despite his outrageous willpower, Boss Jiang did not shake his head decisively at this moment.

star.

female star.

Moreover, she is a female celebrity who can be singled out to represent a country.

Saying you don't like it would be so hypocritical.

The scheming, manipulative women on TV are another story.

Is Kim Joo-hyun a scheming, manipulative woman?
Obviously not.

"Liking something has many layers of meaning."

Kim Joo-hyun wiped her eyes with her fingertip, and whether she understood or not was unclear. Through her teary eyes, she smiled.
"So Oppa still likes me, right?"

Mr. Jiang remained silent.

Young Master Song is right.

The hardest thing to bear is the favor of a beautiful woman.

While contemplating suicide may be extreme and obsessive, from another perspective, isn't it also a kind of luck for a man to meet a woman who is willing to die for him?
I treat you like a younger sister.

Sitting at the coffee table, Boss Jiang raised his hand and patted Jin Zhuxuan's head, making her messy hair even more disheveled.

"Ugh!"

Kim Joo-hyun slapped his hand away, bursting into laughter through her tears. She didn't know what brand of cosmetics it was, but it hadn't smudged at all, like a begonia covered in dew, instead exuding a unique kind of beauty.

"I don't want to be Oppa's sister."

Boss Jiang withdrew his hand and said with a faint smile, "You should be content. So many people want to be my sister but don't have the chance."

Kim Joo-hyun wrinkled her much-praised nose. The tears had stopped, but her voice was still hoarse. "That's why I don't want to be Oppa's sister. Anyway, Oppa doesn't need any more sisters."

How can you talk like that?

Mr. Jiang has no shortage of sisters, but does he lack female confidantes?

We don't lack anything, okay?

Mr. Jiang took out a tissue from the tissue box next to him and handed it over, saying, "Wipe it off."

Kim Joo-hyun accepted it.

"Has filming for your show finished? When are you leaving Macau?"

Jiang Chen changed the subject.

When is Oppa leaving?

Jiang Chen was speechless.

He poured his heart out to me, but was it all just empty talk?
"Do I need to tell you when I'm leaving?"

He put on his boss-like airs again, but this time, no one would dare to provoke him further. "Can I stay with Oppa?"

"..."

Mr. Jiang opened his mouth, looking a little uncomfortable.

Uncharacteristically, the beautiful Goryeo woman clutched a tissue soaked with tears, saying, "Anyway, Oppa isn't alone, is he?"

Just like a drunk person's appearance changes drastically, Mr. Jiang can understand this.

Get some sleep, and you'll be back to normal tomorrow.

"It's getting late, let's go back to our rooms and rest."

Mr. Jiang is very rational. What's the point of reasoning with someone who's drunk?

No.

So there's no need to waste your breath.

"It's not even eight o'clock yet."

Jin Zhuxuan remained unmoved. Boss Jiang knew that when the sun rose tomorrow, everything would be the same as before. Did she not know that?
If you only have one chance to change your form, then you must seize the opportunity.

"And what if people see me like this and misunderstand?"

"..."

Mr. Jiang was speechless, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

"Could I use the restroom?"

Before Boss Jiang could offer any advice, Kim Joo-hyun grabbed a tissue, got up, went into the bedroom, and went to the bathroom to tidy herself up.

Mr. Jiang sat alone at the coffee table, somewhat lost in thought.

Think back to how that super simp who was once looked down upon at Donghai University is now a top female idol in Korea who wants to jump off a building for herself.

It's inevitable to feel a mix of emotions.

"Ring ring..."

After an unknown amount of time, the ringing of his phone pulled Mr. Jiang back to his senses.

I took it out and took a look.

What is He Yihui?

"Any female companions for tomorrow's betting?"

The fourth young lady got straight to the point.

"How did you know?"

"It's all over the place that tomorrow there will be an epic gamble at the Golden Palace that will determine the future of Macau."

It's true that the Ho family is the uncrowned king of Macau, but there's more than just one Ho family in Macau.

The Golden Palace is a casino belonging to another faction.

This arrangement must have been intentional on the part of the nine-headed bird.

As for who promoted it, the answer is obvious.

"Given your status, this isn't quite appropriate."

If she's a hostess, that's definitely not appropriate, but what if she's a cheering partner?
It depends on how you define it.

He invited Lan Peizhi to stay, surely not just to have her as a companion.

"The gambling game that will determine the future of Macau, who wouldn't want to see it firsthand? There's nothing inappropriate about it."

Yes.

It's one thing that the location wasn't chosen at the Ho family's casino, but it would be quite another if not even one person with the surname Ho could attend and they were isolated.

"How about I come and talk to you?"

Seeing that Mr. Jiang was hesitant, Miss Four decided to come and talk to him in person. Anyway, it would only take about twenty minutes by car, which would be quick.

"Need not."

Jiang Chen blurted out, "Jin Zhuxuan is still here. If she comes and sees us, there might really be a misunderstanding."

"Row."

To avoid being attacked, he immediately agreed.

"what happened?"

His decisiveness inevitably aroused He Yihui's suspicion. Observing words and expressions is not a high-level skill. Born into such a large family, he had been systematically trained from a young age, whether actively or passively.

"It's nothing, it's too much trouble to go back and forth. See you tomorrow."

Mr. Jiang pretended to be nonchalant.

trouble?

If we stay, it won't be troublesome.

We can just set off together tomorrow.

Are you afraid of me?

"Last night, all our efforts were in vain," the fourth young lady asked.

"You think I'm afraid of you?"

Boss Jiang smiled insincerely, feigning innocence after getting the better deal, and asked, "What were you doing leaving last night?"

indeed.

Losing composure will only last for a moment.
Today, Miss He has returned to normal, saying calmly, "Mommy asked me if the man last night was you."

"..."

Boss Jiang remained calm and downplayed the issue, saying, "You got scolded, didn't you? During the funeral, you didn't wear mourning clothes properly and were running around everywhere."

"No. Mommy asked me why I haven't gone out today."

"..."

Mr. Jiang choked, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. He felt like he had become Tang Sanzang, and even female demons wanted to take a bite out of him.

"Fourth Master is truly witty."

He Yihui remained silent, seemingly a well-bred young lady awaiting a gentleman's invitation.

But Mr. Jiang, this gentleman, also changes his form from time to time.

"Shall I send someone to pick you up tomorrow?"

Upon hearing this, the Fourth Miss immediately understood the implied meaning. Instead of making a scene, she gracefully changed the subject, asking, "Are you confident?"

"Half and half."

"What if we lose..."

"Are you really serious about being a girlfriend? How can you boost the morale of others while belittling your own?"

"Then I'll wait to pop the champagne."

Mr. Jiang smiled and said, "Get a good night's sleep tonight, and see how I perform tomorrow."

"OK."

The fourth young lady said in a soft, gentle voice, "I'm hanging up."

"Good night."

The other party didn't hang up. A few seconds later, Boss Jiang put down his phone, pressed the hang-up button, and then looked at the sofa in front of him.

Wait a minute.

Does it really take this long to wash my face and fix my hair?

He turned his head strangely and looked towards the bedroom, but his expression quickly froze.

"So Oppa wasn't alone after all."

Kim Joo-hyun appeared out of nowhere, standing a few steps away, her expression a mixture of bewilderment and resentment.

Her face was clean and her makeup was removed, but her pure, unadorned face was like a lotus emerging from the water, exuding a more captivating and innocent beauty.

the most critical.

It wasn't that she appeared without makeup, but rather—

Where are her clothes?
If I remember correctly, it was an oatmeal-colored turtleneck sweater, but now it's turned into... a bathrobe?
Moreover, it wasn't wrapped up too tightly; half of her left shoulder was exposed to the air, revealing her dazzling, milky-white skin, even whiter than the bathrobe. In particular, the transparent strap radiated an eye-catching visual tension under the light.

Why are Korean idols so popular all over the world?

What is the unique charm of those female idols?
Can she sing and dance?

No.

To put it bluntly, strong sexual tension means being able to seduce people.

Did Kim Joo-hyun, who also debuted as a trainee, not learn how to maximize her feminine charm?
They must have studied it and know it very well.

It's just that this talent was previously suppressed and not brought into play.

"Who gave you permission to eavesdrop?"

After a brief look up and down, Boss Jiang immediately frowned.

Damn it.

That wasn't my attitude when we were talking on the phone.

“I didn’t eavesdrop; Oppa told me.”

Jin Zhuxuan, with an exceptionally cool and confident demeanor, looked at me with an indescribable gaze—neither alluring nor seductive, yet it seemed to penetrate my flesh and touch my heart, gently scratching me, making me unbearably itchy.

The bathrobe seemed to have slipped down further down her shoulders.

"Is the Fourth Miss Oppa's woman?" (End of Chapter)