"So, I give both of your sisters pocket money every month, and I’ll treat you the same. Whatever they have, you’ll have too."
"I’ll transfer a million to you first as an advance on several months’ of pocket money. You won’t have any more for a while, okay?"
"Brother Sun... this..."
This pocket money is way too much, she originally wanted to say. A few tens of thousands a month would have been more than enough. After all, he already pays for all my food, clothes, housing, and travel. Getting tens of thousands a month in pocket money on top of that would be amazing. I guess my horizons were too narrow. This Brother Sun is seriously rich.
"Rules are rules. Don’t try to bargain with me," Sun Dasheng said, assuming her hesitation was an attempt to haggle.
"No, that’s not it, I... Okay, thank you, Brother Sun."
She was somewhat incoherent, and in the end, all she could do was thank her good brother.
"Mm, the reason I’m giving you this money in advance is for you to go home and visit your parents, and also to check in with your brother and sisters. They are all good relatives; don’t let their hearts grow cold."
"I’ll talk to your Sister Yiren and Sister Ziyun and have them give you a few days off."
Brother Sun is so thoughtful, considering everything for me. Lu Qingyun felt her heart about to melt... to melt right into his body and become one with him.
And that’s exactly what she did. She climbed onto Sun Dasheng and began kissing him wildly, from his head to his feet, not missing a single spot.
"Stop, they’re dirty. I haven’t even washed my feet yet."
Sun Dasheng tried to pull his foot back.
But Lu Qingyun grabbed it firmly. "They’re not dirty, they smell nice." ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ novel·fıre·net
Huh. I didn’t realize there were people with this kind of fetish. I like it.
After she gave him a full-body spa, he stopped her from taking things any further.
"That’s enough. You’ve reached your physical limit for today. You don’t want to be unable to get out of bed tomorrow. Go to your room and sleep."
"What, is your butt itching for a spanking again?" Sun Dasheng postured as if to strike her.
She, however, just cheekily stuck her bottom out. "Go on, spank me! Even if you beat me to death, I still have to say it: Brother Sun, I think this is my room."
He glanced around. Fair enough. The room was drenched in pink; it really did seem to be hers.
"Fine. Stop messing around and get some rest." He gave her bottom a pat, then left.
At breakfast, Sun Dasheng told Xiang Yiren and Jiang Ziyan about Lu Qingyun’s trip home, and they nodded in understanding.
"By the way, someone will call you today," he said to Xiang Yiren before leaving. "It’s an acquaintance I’m referring to the gym. Just take care of them when they arrive."
"Got it, be careful on the road! Bye! Mua!"
Xiang Yiren gave him a farewell kiss. Why is Brother Sun so attentive? she mused. He’s even referring business to my gym? This is too unusual; there must be something going on. I have to see which vixen has captured his attention .
It didn’t take long for her to find out.
Looking at the two young girls before her, she had a strange expression. Brother Sun is into this type? They’re so young. How could he make a move on them?
Still, maintaining her professional composure, she smiled and instructed the receptionist, Xiaoyan, "Get these two customers our gym’s best Diamond VIP cards."
"Right away, Manager." Xiaoyan deftly processed the cards and handed them over.
The two girls were still a bit stunned. They had received super VIP treatment the moment they walked through the door. The number Uncle Sun had given them was the manager’s personal line. No wonder he said to exercise at ’my gym.’ It turned out it really was his.
But since it was a gesture of kindness from Uncle Sun, they, as the younger generation, could only accept graciously. As the saying goes, one does not refuse a gift from an elder.
"Thank you, miss at the front desk. Thank you, Manager," Yang Xintian said sweetly.
Xiang Zixuan stood quietly to the side, not saying a word, just observing the manager. There’s something strange about her. I feel like I’ve seen her somewhere before.
"Alright, with this card, you can use any of the facilities in the gym," Xiang Yiren advised. "If you want to sign up for private lessons with a trainer, you’ll have to pay for that yourselves."
"We understand, sister. We’ll head in now."
Yang Xintian pulled the still-dazed Xiang Zixuan and excitedly headed into the gym.
"Sister Yiren, who are they? Why did you come down personally to greet them?" In private, the receptionist, Xiaoyan, called her Sister Yiren instead of Manager to show their closeness.
"Stop being so nosy," Xiang Yiren said, giving her a light tap on the head. These are President Sun’s private affairs. Even I don’t dare to ask him about them directly.
"Ow, I get it, Sister Yiren," Xiaoyan said, jokingly rubbing her head. "Do you think I’m so ditzy because you’ve knocked on my head too many times?"
"Alright, your Sister Ziyun is coming over later. I’ll have her bring you a jumbo milk tea as an apology, how about that?"
"Wow! Sister Ziyun is coming?" Xiaoyan asked, her curiosity piqued. "It’s been so long since she quit. I wonder what she’s doing for work now."
"Your Sister Ziyun is doing very well for herself. She opened a beauty salon and is her own boss now."
"Okay, okay, you can ask her yourself when she gets here."
With that, she turned and walked away, her high heels clicking. Today, Xiang Yiren wore a very sexy, sea-green cheongsam.
The other receptionist leaned over and asked quietly, "Yanzi, why is the manager so dressed up today? She even put on that cheongsam she hasn’t worn in ages."
"How would I know?" Xiaoyan muttered, lowering her head to sort through the day’s membership records.