A century-old wealthy family that rose from Shanghai

Monica's consent subtly heightened the ambiguous atmosphere in the café.

Chen Guangliang looked at the twenty-year-old girl in front of him. Her youthful eyes and brows concealed an unpolished sharpness. Her tall figure of 173cm was covered in stockings with the letters "Donatella" printed on them, which gave rise to a fatal attraction that was "an angel and desire intertwined"—unlike Donatella's mature sexiness, Monica's beauty had a pure impact, like an unpolished diamond, shining with a primitive light.

“Ms. Monica, you have a very special temperament,” Chen Guangliang broke the silence first, his tone full of just the right amount of appreciation. “Levante needs a face like yours, which is both pure and powerful, and can interpret different styles of beauty.”

Monica's cheeks flushed slightly, her hands unconsciously stroking the hem of her skirt, her eyes filled with a mixture of shyness and anticipation: "Thank you for your approval, Mr. Chen. I really like Levante stockings; many of my model friends wear them."

She could feel the aura of the Asian man in front of her—calm yet not oppressive, his eyes open yet carrying an aggressive quality that made her heart race.

Donatella sat to the side, picked up her coffee and took a small sip, a knowing smile flashing in her eyes.

She understood Chen Guangliang's thoughts too well and knew her own position—instead of stopping him, she should take the initiative to control the situation, which would not only please her lover but also show her magnanimity. Why not?
"Monica, we're going to Perugia's old town tomorrow morning. Are you familiar with it?"

“Of course, my friends and I often go there,” Monica replied immediately, her tone excited. “There are many interesting little shops hidden in the alleys there, as well as the most beautiful sunset viewing platform.”

The following morning, Chen Guangliang's convoy headed towards the ancient city of Perugia.

Monica sat to one side of Chen Guangliang, wearing a beige dress prepared for her by Donatella, paired with new letter stockings, her long hair casually draped over her shoulders, sunlight shining through the car window onto her face, making her fine hairs clearly visible.

Chen Guangliang sat in the back seat with his arms around her on both sides, his gaze occasionally falling on her as he listened to her enthusiastically introduce the history of the ancient city, her voice as clear and crisp as a wind chime.

Donatella leaned on Chen Guangliang's shoulder, seemingly resting with her eyes closed, but in reality, she took in the entire interaction between the two.

She would occasionally chime in with a word or two, subtly closing the distance between herself and Monica: "Monica, have you ever thought about developing your career in the international modeling industry? Mr. Chen has resources all over the world and can help you get introduced to him."

A hint of longing flashed in Monica's eyes: "Of course I want to! It's just that I'm only a small-time model right now, and I don't have many opportunities."

"Opportunities are for those who are prepared."

Chen Guangliang picked up the conversation, his tone calm yet confident, "If you perform well, you'll get a global endorsement contract with Levante."

These words were like a pebble thrown into Monica's heart, creating a huge ripple effect.

She turned to look at Chen Guangliang, her eyes filled with gratitude and admiration: "Really? Thank you, Mr. Chen! I will definitely work hard!"

The tour of the ancient city was filled with ambiguous little episodes.

As they walked through the narrow alley, Monica accidentally twisted her ankle. Chen Guangliang instinctively supported her waist, his fingertips touching her soft skin. The moment their eyes met, Monica's heart suddenly raced, and her cheeks flushed.

Donatella said at the right moment, "It seems we need to find a place to rest. There's an open-air restaurant up ahead, let's go sit down."

The restaurant is located at the highest point in the old town, offering panoramic views of Perugia.

During the meal, Chen Guangliang chatted with Monica about her modeling dreams, listened to her talk about the hardships of working in the industry, and occasionally gave her some advice, which was always to the point.

Monica became more and more fascinated as she listened, feeling that the man in front of her was not only rich but also knowledgeable, as if he could light the way for her.

As evening fell, the three arrived at the sunset viewing platform. The setting sun dyed the sky orange-red, and the afterglow bathed Monica, giving her a golden halo.

Chen Guangliang stood beside her and whispered, "Monica, you are more beautiful than the sunset."

Monica looked up abruptly, meeting his deep eyes, and for a moment she was speechless.

Donatella walked away at the opportune moment, leaving the two of them alone, but as she turned away, a meaningful smile appeared on her lips.

“Mr. Chen,” Monica’s voice trembled slightly, “why are you so kind to me?”

"Because you deserve it." Chen Guangliang reached out and gently stroked her hair, his tone gentle yet carrying an irresistible strength, "Your beauty is precious and should not be buried."

The warmth of her fingertips seeped through her hair, and Monica froze, but did not flinch.

She could feel her defenses crumbling; the man's charm was like a magnetic field, drawing her in irresistibly.

Back at the hotel that evening, Donatella, feigning illness, asked Chen Guangliang to escort Monica back to her room. In the elevator, the two remained silent, an ambiguous atmosphere filling the air. Upon reaching their floor, Monica took out her room key but hesitated to swipe it, turning to Chen Guangliang: "Mr. Chen, thank you for your care today."

“It was nothing.” Chen Guangliang looked at her, his eyes burning. “Monica, I know what you want, and I can give it to you. But I need you to know that I can’t give you your only love. Are you willing?”

Monica was silent for a few seconds, then raised her head, a resolute glint in her eyes: "I'm willing. I'd be willing to stay by your side, even if only for a short time."

These words acted like a key, unlocking the shackles between the two.

Without further hesitation, Chen Guangliang pulled her into his arms and kissed her lips. Monica's kiss was awkward and inexperienced, yet exceptionally passionate, like a flame igniting their mutual desire.

After entering the room, Chen Guangliang gently placed Monica on the bed. His gaze swept over the lettered stockings on her body, his fingertips slowly tracing the texture of the stockings, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath the fabric. Monica nervously closed her eyes, her body trembling slightly, her hands gripping the sheets tightly.

“Don’t be afraid,” Chen Guangliang whispered in her ear, his voice seductive, “Relax, let me take you to experience a different world.”

He slowly removed her dress, revealing her shapely figure. Letter-print stockings clung to her long, slender legs, the black stockings blending seamlessly with her skin tone, shimmering softly under the light, creating a striking contrast with her innocent face and adding to her deadly allure. Chen Guangliang leaned down, gently breathing into her ear, feeling her body tremble. His fingertips traced her skin, leaving a trail of burning marks.

. . . . . .

Monica opened her eyes, her gaze falling on the man before her. A thin mist veiled her eyes, concealing an unspoken longing. She hesitated for a moment, then gently raised her arms to encircle his neck, her forehead lightly touching his chin, her breath hot and youthful. There was no overbearing arrogance in her gesture; instead, it was like a vine finding its anchor, carrying a soft, desperate courage, quietly unfolding its yearning in the still night.

Chen Guangliang could feel the slenderness and warmth of the person in his arms. Her shoulders tensed slightly, then gradually relaxed, like a small animal letting its guard down. He made no extra movements, simply letting her lean against him, his fingertips unintentionally brushing against her hair, the soft touch sending a gentle ripple through his heart. Monica closed her eyes, feeling the reassuring presence beside her. Her anxiety and confusion gradually dissipated, leaving only an unprecedented sense of security, like a ship entering a calm harbor.

The next morning, the dawn light shone through the gaps in the curtains, casting dappled patterns of light on the floor.

When Chen Guangliang woke up, Monica was still nestled beside him, sleeping soundly. Her long eyelashes cast soft shadows under her eyelids, like resting butterfly wings, occasionally fluttering gently.

He gazed quietly at her peaceful sleeping face, his fingertips hovering beside her cheek, ultimately only lightly brushing across the top of her hair. There was no intense attachment in his eyes, only a fleeting tenderness—to him, this was perhaps just a chance encounter, like a beautiful scene encountered along the way, lovely but not necessarily one that would last.

Just then, there was a gentle knock on the door, and Donatella's voice came through: "Darling, it's time to get up and have breakfast."

Chen Guangliang gently pushed Monica away, got up and dressed.

Monica was startled awake. Looking at his retreating figure, her eyes held a mixture of reluctance and trepidation.

Chen Guangliang turned around and smiled at her: "Don't worry, Donatella is fine."

As he stepped out of the room, Donatella was leaning against the wall in the hallway, a knowing smile on her lips. "Looks like you slept very well last night." "Thanks to you," Chen Guangliang said, putting his arm around her waist, his voice tinged with amusement. "Monica is a good girl, worth nurturing."

"As long as you're happy." Donatella leaned on his shoulder, her eyes filled with a complex mix of emotions, but mostly with relief. "However, you can't forget me, your 'official lover'."

"Of course not." Chen Guangliang lowered his head and kissed her forehead. "You will always be my beloved wife."

The two looked at each other and smiled, as if everything last night was just a tacitly understood game.

Meanwhile, Monica, in her room, gazed at the sunlight streaming through the window, her heart filled with anticipation for the future. She didn't know how long this encounter would last, nor what she would ultimately gain, but at this moment, she was willing to gamble her youth for the fleeting pleasures and desires before her.

The sun still shines brightly in Perugia, and the old town's alleyways meander and twist. But this ambiguous mystery about desire, capital, and youth has only just begun.

That same day, Chen Guangliang and Donatella invited Monica to Milan to enjoy the glamorous world.

In Milan, Monica received 'gifts' she never dared to imagine in her life. She bought luxury goods one after another. With just a glance, her assistant would have the sales clerk pack them up for her, and then her bodyguard would carry them into the car.

Donatella also treated her like a younger sister, accompanying her throughout the entire process without showing any signs of jealousy.

That evening, Monica stayed at Donatella's house, and she wasn't shocked when she saw that Donatella had given birth to Chen Guangliang's child.

She only learned about Chen Guangliang's identity today: a world shipping magnate and the richest Chinese person.
At seventy-four years old, with the top-notch physique of a man in his twenties or thirties, and the charm and charisma he exuded in every move, she had no regrets about being his mistress.

That evening, a party was held at the villa.

Chen Guangliang embraced Monica and danced gracefully to the music. The pain of last night's ordeal had long been buried in the money empire.

"Monica, do you know my story with Donatella?"

Monica nestled on Chen Guangliang's shoulder and said, "Yes, my sister told me today. She said she fell in love at first sight with the one you have, and after spending three days together, she was head over heels for him. It wasn't the allure of wealth, although that's very important!"

Chen Guangliang put his arm around her slender waist and said, "I'm actually not a womanizer; I've only had a handful of women in my life. But I fell in love with you at first sight, which is why Donatella was willing to help me. I want you to be a happy woman."

Monica, captivated by the man's sweet words, said, "I'd love to experience this kind of feeling, but Mr. Chen, I might not be as captivated as Donatella!"

"Really? Then we'll wait and see."

Soon, Chen Guangliang picked up Monica and headed upstairs.

Her long, black-stockinged legs swayed in the air, her face full of anticipation.

Donatella followed behind at a leisurely pace, clearly understanding what Chen Guangliang needed tonight.

That's the kind of life a true eagle-like man should enjoy.

In Donatella's investment company office, Chen Guangliang admired two women, one alluring and the other pure and beautiful, and for the last two days he was truly thrilled.

This is the kind of life he should be enjoying!
Of course, Chen Guangliang was also very calm. After all, he couldn't stay with one woman or a group of women forever. So, if he wanted these women to stay faithful, not only did he need to be handsome, rich, and beautiful, but these women also needed to have their own things to do.

After all, being alone in an empty room for a long time can easily lead to problems.

"Are you two interested in starting a clothing brand?"

Donatella walked with alluring steps to Chen Guangliang's right, bent down and said seductively, "What, you can't wait to settle your little lover after only three days!"

Chen Guangliang's large hand was enjoying her buttocks from behind, and he said, "Monica should drop out of school. After all, she can't learn anything in school anymore. She should enter the workforce."

Upon hearing this, Monica immediately sat even more proactively on Chen Guangliang's lap and said in a coquettish voice, "Aren't you afraid I'll run away and take your money!"

Thinking back on the past three days, it was nothing short of a miracle. She had slept with this man in a very short time, and then served him alongside Donatella in a very short time.

However, it seems there's nothing to regret.

Chen Guangliang laughed and said, "Then I'll continue looking for even younger women."

Monica immediately started to whine, saying, "Sure enough, the richer a man is, the worse he is. Humph!"

Chen Guangliang invited Monica to his desk, and soon his actions showed that he was indeed wicked!

a few days later.

In his Milan office, Chen Guangliang met with his two sons, Chen Wensheng and Chen Wenxi, as well as senior staff from the family office's investment department.

He first listened to a report from senior staff in the family office regarding the operation of the acquired FILA brand.

In March of this year, Fila signed Michael Jordan and created a dedicated Air Jordan (AJ) series for him. The terms offered were so good that Michael Jordan couldn't refuse: a five-year, $3.5 million endorsement deal, 8% of AJ sales revenue, and a dedicated sneaker research team.

"The NBA regular season has already started, and Michael Jordan is performing exceptionally well."

Many people in the company were unhappy about FILA's basketball division putting all its funds into Michael Jordan. However, Chen Wensheng, representing the major shareholder, firmly supported this action.

Chen Guangliang nodded, then said, "By the way, find me three senior executives in the apparel industry. They need to be familiar with fashion design, supply chain, and other related work. Not for luxury brands, but for something similar to the Hong Kong Uniqlo model, but in Europe."

Chen Wensheng and Chen Wenxi were somewhat suspicious. Why would their father go into the clothing business without going through them or the family office?

However, they also understood one thing: their father's philandering was something that could never be changed. They had known this since they were young, and the key was that they would not blame their father, since their mothers had no complaints.

Moreover, since the 1980s, my father has already handed over the reins to them, and they have always received far too much.

"Ok"

Donatella and Monica are launching a fast fashion brand to compete with Spain's ZARA.

At this time, ZARA had not yet expanded beyond Spain, so it had plenty of time. Leveraging Italy's garment industry (not only were luxury goods and fashion ubiquitous, but even ready-to-wear exports were only surpassed by Hong Kong in the 1980s), and Milan's status as a fashion capital, and most importantly, the business guidance of Chen Guangliang, ZARA had a significant advantage.

I believe we can definitely create another 'world-class fast-moving consumer goods brand'. (End of Chapter)