Chapter 150 I Want Money
Chapter 150 I Want Money
"Let's continue this meeting tomorrow," Lily said as she stood from her seat and walked out of the boardroom with the sternest expression that she could muster.
"Aiya… I am speechless. Totally speechless! The president was trying so hard not so smile. Did you see that blush?" one of the directors said the moment Lily walked out of the room.
"Apparently, President Qin is capable of blushing." Another middle-aged director added."What an eye-opener."
"Until now we are still not aware of who President Qin's husband is. I wonder what kind of man our president's husband is, to make our president act like this. Hahahaha…" Then some of the directors joined in the laughter, creating a harmonious mood in the room.
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Since Lily's office was at the top floor of the building, it didn't take her long to get to the rooftop. Lily took the stairs as the rooftop was not connected via elevator.
When she opened the door to the rooftop, the first thing she saw was Zhuo Jingren's back. Zhuo Jingren had hands in his pockets as he looked out at the view before him. That dignified posture of Zhuo Jingren made Lily wonder what her man was thinking about at this moment.
"From the information I have gathered before, I thought that President Zhuo was someone low-key. It seems that's not the case now," Lily noted as she walked towards him.
"There is no such thing as low-key when it comes to my feelings," he retorted before he turned around to face Lily. A handsome smile was on his face.
"What's the occasion?" she asked. "My birthday is next year. What's all this… fiasco?"
"Hah… Today marks the thirtieth day since I courted you."
"Like a monthsary?" Lily chuckled.
"Hmmm our marriage monthsary will be next week. Don't get too excited," he said as he walked towards her. He reached out to hold her hand and in one smooth motion, he pulled her towards him. "I want to celebrate the fact that you agreed to marry me within thirty days."
"Are you trying to say that I am an easy woman?" She raised an eyebrow. How could someone celebrate a monthsary of courtship? Sometimes, Lily would wonder how Zhuo Jingren's mind worked.
"How come you are so good at twisting my words?" Seeing Lily's raised eyebrows made him laugh. Then he lowered his head and kissed her tenderly on the lips.
"Were you not implying that I married you so easily?" she continued after Zhuo Jingren's lips parted from hers.
"Silly little woman." He chuckled. "How could I not celebrate the day that you fell into my arms? Literally?"
Then Lily remembered that the day one of this courtship that Zhou Jingren was talking about, the latter had given her lilies which caused her to faint. Thinking about this immediately made her laugh. 'Zhuo Jingren is just…'
"Let's go?" he asked.
"Where?"
"I have another surprise." He winked before leading her to what seemed to be an eight seater helicopter that was parked nearby.
"W-what is this? Who will fly this?" Lily stopped walking. There was only Zhuo Jingren and her on the rooftop. She then looked at him. 'Is he going to fly the helicopter?'
"I will take you somewhere," he said. Lily just stared wide-eyed at Zhuo Jingren before walking towards the helicopter with him. For some reason, she felt that wearing a pant suit was one of her best decisions of the day.
Zhuo Jingren carefully buckled her up before he skillfully started the rotor blades of the helicopter. In no time, the helicopter was in the air.
Lily looked at her husband and smiled. 'He sure is a man of many talents," she thought as she took in the view outside. She was sure that Zhuo Jingren was taking her to a place that was along the beach based on the direction they were heading.
After a few minutes, Zhuo Jingren slowly lowered the helicopter into an island. Zhuo Jingren got off first before he offered his hand to help Lily out. Lily indulged the man's desire to be chivalrous and gently placed her hand in his. After all, he had put in so much effort just for this celebration. However, to her surprise, Zhuo Jingren suddenly scooped her up and carried her in a princess carry out of the helicopter.
"I can walk you know," she said as she snaked her arms around his neck.
"Not with your stilettos. They'll just sink in the sand."
"Oh… This island seemed deserted, is this your private island?"
"No… I rented it out," he answered.
"Oh… That's very generous of you President Zhuo." Lily chuckled before she burrowed head in the crook of his neck.
"Ah… All the money I'm earning is for you. Wouldn't it be pointless if I don't spend it on you?"
"Fair enough. Speaking of money… You have been disturbing my work lately. I think you have to compensate me for my time to accompany you instead of earning money," she uttered, making the latter laugh.
"Profiteer."
"I am not!" she responded. "This is only just."
"Hmmm…alright. What do you want in return for your precious time? Money?" he said before he slowly put Lily down on a blanket that was laid on a spot on the beach.
On the picnic blanket were picnic baskets that were filled with an assortment of food, bread and wine, all meticulously arranged inside. There were also boxes of cut fruits on the blanket.
While Lily's eyes were surveying the picnic in front of her, Zhuo Jingren made himself comfortable by taking off his shoes and folding his chinos to his knees. He also took off his suit jacket and placed it gently down on the blanket. Then he rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt and opened the first two buttons of his shirt.
"So? What do you want as a compensation?" Zhuo Jingren asked her once again before laying down next to her. His elbow was resting on the ground and his palm was supporting his head as he looked at her intently.
The first thing that Lily noticed about Zhuo Jingren when he laid next to her was his exposed tanned chest. This made him look more casual… and hot. She didn't even realize she was staring at the latter.
"Why are you staring at me like that?" He smirked at her. "Do you want me to compensate you with my body?"
Lily immediately rolled her eyes at the latter. "Who wants your body? Hmp! I want money!"
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Editor: Swaning