Lin Juan's somewhat rough but still pretty bare hands suddenly covered her mouth, her eyes darting around in astonishment.
Yet, within her eyes, Liu Zhizhong's gentle smile and honest demeanor made it impossible for her not to believe in such a reality.
She never imagined, never dared to dream, that he was actually Mr. L!
As a female driver for Didi, it was very easy for her to know about the social media king, Mr. L.
She had also been moved to tears by Xiang Qingqing's story, filled with hope.
Lin Youyou knew about Xiang Qingqing's circumstances as well, empathizing with her plight! Sadly, Xiang Qingqing had that wonderful fate, able to receive the best treatment.
As for Lin Youyou, she could only drag the days out, unable to see any hope for life, only the threat of death.
Liu Zhizhong smiled and said, "Sister Juan, it's true, I'm not lying to you. Of course, I believe you certainly know of my existence."
"Can you imagine, a social media superstar worth billions, would he lack money or still be interested in it? Under the attention of millions of people, isn't his money clean?"
"If it weren't for Sister Juan's concern for me, I wouldn't have acknowledged this reality. After all, it's better to be low-key. I haven't updated my status for days because I want to gradually fade from the public eye."
"Fortunately, not many people know my face; they only know my voice and the stories behind it."
These words were indeed in Mr. L's voice, that voice used during formal content production, which Lin Juan was very familiar with.
This voice, magnetic, rolling smoothly like marbles, rinsed through your ears word by word, penetrating your soul, stirring your entire emotional spectrum, resonating on the same frequency, profoundly infectious, providing extreme enjoyment and comfort.
Lin Juan was completely shocked and completely indulged, her bare hands covering her blushing lips, sparkling eyes fixed on Liu Zhizhong, nodding repeatedly, then nodding some more.
"Yes, that's the voice." Updates are released by 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝~𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖~𝕟𝕖𝕥
Admiration, fortune, glory, happiness—all these emotions surged into Lin Juan's heart at once.
Her beautiful eyes were already becoming moist.
But finally, Liu Zhizhong added two more sentences: "There's always a surprise in life, no surprises mean no excitement. I hope the surprise Doggy brings you will stop you from talking to me about money matters, or asking if I am a corrupt official. I'm clean, at least in the officialdom, I never reach out carelessly or make inappropriate demands!"
He conspicuously avoided mentioning any hasty pulling of a trigger, heh heh...
Lin Juan couldn't help but laugh at this humor, she hadn't laughed in years.
Her haggard beauty, so lovely when she smiled. Those bright, somewhat deep eyes, that pert little nose, those slightly upturned, somewhat defiant red lips, every line so beautiful.
The faint crow's feet at the corners of her eyes had just a couple of lines each, yet they did not conceal the bygone youthful beauty—a true beauty of her time, unfortunately marred by time, cruelly fashioned by fate... When they say that beauty is often linked to a tragic life, perhaps no one would disagree?
After the inner turmoil, Lin Juan was completely reassured, even honored, because she had the privilege of hearing Mr. L's voice live, a great honor indeed.
However, Lin Juan still said, "Zhizhong, you're truly amazing. I'm so happy for you that you could grow and transform to this extent! You say not to talk about money, but I still feel so sorry because you've given so much to Youyou and me..."
"So, you want to repay the money?"
"Yes, hehe..." That was Lin Juan's character; she truly didn't want to owe others.
In her view, the kindness she showed to Doggy in her youth was driven by human goodness, which didn't need repaying.
But now, Doggy's financial aid was a lifesaving grace. She might not be able to repay such a favor, but she could try to repay the money—debts need to be paid.
Liu Zhizhong nodded, "Alright, you want to repay the money. What will you repay it with? What do you have left?"
"I..." Lin Juan laughed a bit awkwardly, "I'll work hard, drive around, and see if there's any demand for Japanese high school textbook training in Yangzhou..."
"Come on, Sister Juan. At that rate of repayment, it'll be too slow. And why drive? Can your body handle it? Can you compete with unmanned electric taxis? And about the training, forget it; the trends aren't right these past two years, there aren't many students taking the Japanese college entrance exams, and several similar training centers in Yangzhou have already gone out of business."
"I..." Lin Juan was at a loss for words.
"You've become out of touch with your hometown, but I'm very familiar with its current situation; it's ill, seriously ill, and I can't prescribe a cure. However, if you really want to repay the money, I do have a way to help you."
Lin Juan's eyes lit up, asking eagerly.
Liu Zhizhong took a big gulp of coffee, "Come on, Sister Juan, let me first take you to the villa over there to have a look. You can move your belongings there too. It hasn't been lived in for a while, needs a good cleaning, and there's some stuff to get sorted."
"Going to the house first?"
"Yes, let's go! Returning to Yangzhou, you should at least settle down first, right? And when Youyou recovers, she'll need a warm home, won't she?"