Making a living in Dongguan, her fiery red lips offer me tenderness.

"Sister, love can leave you battered and bruised, but a masseuse can give you peace and freedom. Delicate hands, a gentle voice, a sweet appearance, stable emotions, and superb massage skills."

"We talked about everything. For a moment, our souls resonated, our emotions intertwined, and a single glance conveyed a thousand emotions."

"At that moment, I couldn't distinguish between the vulgar and the refined. If I didn't add a clock, it would seem like I was clueless about romance. I never imagined there could be such a kind and considerate girl in this world. Was I washing her feet? No, I was washing away the mud from my journey through life!"

"Get out, get out, you're disgusting!"

"Hehe, are you jealous?"

"No way, I won't!"

"Sigh, after the show ended, I was riding my motorcycle, and she was driving her BMW. She rolled down her window, smiled at me, and I waved to her."

"I drink wine when there are flowers, and I don't climb the tower when there is no moon. Past events come to mind, and a foot bath can relieve a thousand sorrows."

"Hmph! I think you're a womanizer. You're so young, yet you spend all your time in foot massage parlors, doing hard labor to earn this little money. Is it worth it to spend it on these things?"

"I was originally going to praise you for being hardworking and give you a few compliments, but now it seems you deserve it."

"Sigh, sister, the most shameless, insidious, and vicious praise in the world is using the hardships and suffering of the poor as inspirational stories to fool the lower classes. I don't need that kind of praise at all."

"Xiaoyang, you always have so many feelings to express. What have you been through? Why won't you tell me?"

"Logically speaking, a vocational school graduate should be around 18 or 19 years old at most. You're 24 this year. What were you doing during those years in between?"

"Sister, stop asking me. Tell me about yourself. How many truths have you ever told me? I've already told you enough, but have you uttered a single truth?"

"Ugh, I'm just telling the truth."

"Pah! You call yourself a nanny? Are you even a nanny?"

Tan Yan blushed slightly.

"That's not it."

"Sis, your business card says Tan Sheng Group, but you haven't listed any job title. What do you actually do? You're not the boss, are you?"

"Okay, I'll tell you. From now on, I'll tell you everything and I won't beat around the bush anymore."

"I am now the CEO of Tan Sheng Group."

"Wow, a domineering CEO?"

"More or less!"

"And what about the company chairman?"

"The chairman is my father, but he is in poor health and he usually doesn't manage things. I'm basically in charge of everything, and at most I'll hold a board meeting occasionally."

Ding Yang laughed and asked, "Is the company solely owned by your family?"

"Of course not. The company has dozens of shareholders, including several sovereign wealth funds, but my dad is the largest shareholder and the founder, holding more than 30% of the shares."

What are your company's main business operations?

"The group has dozens of subsidiaries, including Shengxin Financial, urban real estate development, manufacturing, and industrial park development. These are the main businesses, and it also holds controlling stakes in some smaller companies."

"Wow, you're really scaring me! What's your company's approximate market value?"

"A hundred million or so!"

Has your company gone public?

"We are preparing to go public, but there are many listing requirements now. The group cannot be listed as a whole on the A-share main board, but one or two subsidiaries can be spun off and listed separately on the A-share market."

"It's very difficult for real estate and financial companies to go public now, due to strict government control, especially in the financial sector where listing is not allowed. In the real estate sector, the China Securities Regulatory Commission has suspended the approval of real estate IPOs, so real estate companies cannot issue new A-shares."

"Wow, you run a multi-billion dollar company, yet you pretend to be poor and a maid in front of me. I'm truly impressed."

"Damn it, you're so rich, I'm going to rip you off."

"Waiter, give me a bottle of Moutai and a plate of peanuts."

"OK!"

Tan Yan wanted to laugh. There was a table full of good food, and you insisted on having peanuts.

A short while later, Moutai arrived.

Ding Yang opened the wine himself.

"Sis, want some?"

"No, I don't drink."

Ding Yang poured himself a glass.

I took a sip; it was my first time drinking Moutai.

"Wow, it's smooth on the palate and goes down easily. It's much better than Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor)."

Ding Yang downed a cup in one gulp.

"Slow down, why are you drinking baijiu so fast? Nobody's going to take it from you. Don't get drunk, I can't carry you."

"Hehe, sister, how can you make your move if I'm not drunk?"

"Ugh, don't drink too much, I hate the smell of alcohol on my breath."

"Don't worry, people in Beijing, Shanghai, and Guangzhou don't believe in tears. Ding Yang has never gotten drunk. I won't get drunk even if I drink this whole bottle of Moutai."

"What a heavy drinker!"

But Ding Yang had only drunk two small cups when Tan Yan put the bottle away.

"Sis, what are you doing?"

"Don't drink today, I hate the smell of alcohol on you."

"Hehe, I didn't kiss you, so what's wrong with smelling a little alcohol?"

"Listen to me, don't drink anymore. Take this wine home and drink it slowly when you get back."

"OK!"

"Have some fried rice, it's quite delicious."

"Um!"

"Xiaoyang, after we finish eating, let's go shopping at the Libai Plaza next door. There are many brand stores there, and I'll take you to buy some clothes."

"Sis, you don't need to buy any. I actually have plenty of clothes. It would be a waste to dress too nicely when carrying cement upstairs."

"You're not allowed to carry cement anymore. I'll introduce you to some business; you can earn the difference. Don't do manual labor anymore."

"Hehe, are you planning to take care of me as a sugar daddy?"

"Go away, I'm not that bored, I don't do being kept by a sugar daddy."

"Sis, how many employees does your company have?"

"I have three or four thousand direct subordinates. It's not a lot, but it's not a small number either."

"Wow, doesn't anyone pursue you in real life? Like your subordinates or colleagues?"

"At the company, I'm a cold-blooded, domineering CEO. All the employees tremble in fear when they see me. Who would dare to mess with me?"

"Some of my business partners are either married, or if they aren't, they'll find young girls. Why would they choose a widow like me?"

"Don't talk about yourself like that."

"Do you usually keep yourself very closed off, unwilling to communicate with others, and no one can enter your inner world? You are also not good at taking the initiative to open your heart to others."

"Yeah, more or less! That's why I don't have many friends."

"Sister, I completely understand you."

"Thanks!"

Not long after, the two finished their meal.

"Sis, I'm full, let's go."

"Um!"

"Waiter, the bill, please!"

Tan Yan handed a card to the waiter, wondering how much the meal would cost. With the addition of the bottle of Moutai, Ding Yang estimated it would be several thousand yuan.

Hand in hand, they walked out of the restaurant and arrived outside the hotel.

Ding Yang suddenly grabbed her.

"Sister, I don't want to leave."

"What's wrong?"

"Sis, it's past 9 o'clock, how about we stay at a hotel instead? We're not going anywhere else."

Tan Yan was a little embarrassed and showed a shy expression.

"Sister, do you like me?"

"Um!"

"Then let's not leave, let's stay at a hotel."

"Then you're not allowed to bully me?"

"It's not certain who will bully whom between us."

"Hate!"

"How about we go shopping and buy something?"

"No need, let's go tomorrow. To be honest, I picked more than two cubic meters of sand this morning, and then drove for two hours. I'm very tired, my legs are sore, and I want to go to bed early."

"Okay then, I'll massage your legs later."

"Um!"