Li Yufei suddenly remembered her less-than-pleasant first encounter with Rong Ling.
He had asked her for $300,000, and in the end, she gave him $50,000.
I suppose he was in a hurry to raise money for his sister’s surgery at that time?
Li Yufei said, "Rong Ling, even if you refuse to pretend with me, I will still help you with your sister’s surgery."
Rong Ling didn’t expect Li Yufei to hesitate not at all.
Li Yufei: "Give me two days. I will give you an answer before tomorrow night."
Rong Ling’s eyes changed slightly, "Thank you. This time, consider it as me owing you a favor."
Li Yufei: "Then tomorrow morning, do you have time to return this ’favor’ to me?"
Rong Ling: "What time?"
Li Yufei: "Ten in the morning. I’ll have someone send you a set of clothes."
Rong Ling replied, "Understood."
After hanging up the phone, Rong Ling stared at the screen for a long time, suddenly taking a sharp breath.
If Xiaoyi could successfully undergo surgery, it would be a big relief for him.
How should he thank her properly?
Rong Ling, as usual, dropped off Xiaoyi at school early and returned to his dormitory.
He had just sat down in the living room when the doorbell rang.
He got up and walked to the door, seeing a man in a gray suit standing outside, a badge on his chest from the Armani counter.
He looked up at the door number and asked, "Excuse me, are you ’Rong Ling’, Mr. Rong?"
Staff member: "President Li instructed me to deliver some sets of clothes for you. You may choose two sets."
Behind him was another staff member, holding five exquisite hand carry bags.
Rong Ling knitted his brows slightly, "I don’t like choosing. Do you have any white suits? I like white."
The staff member said, "Yes! We’ve already coordinated the outfits for you. Here’s a white wave-patterned cotton T-shirt paired with cuffed twill jeans, with this season’s new casual sneakers as shoes... These are accessories, a black skeleton mechanical wristwatch."
While introducing, he gently placed the bags on the living room table.
Rong Ling opened a bag and looked through it.
It must be said, Li Yufei prepared very thoughtfully, knowing that he didn’t have many casual clothes, so she specially sent several sets of clothes.
Rong Ling casually picked up a T-shirt tag—just a seemingly ordinary T-shirt, was priced over $5,000.
Meanwhile, the two staff members were looking around.
This was a very small dormitory, the whole place combined might not even be as big as a corner of an Armani counter.
From the clothes Rong Ling wore, it was clear this man’s condition wasn’t good. Although he was decently dressed, the staff members took one look at the security uniform hanging on the entrance and instantly held him in contempt.
How could President Li take a liking to such a young man?
Li Yufei was a well-known wealthy woman; what man wouldn’t want to be attached to such a rich woman!
Any man whom Li Yufei took interest in, wouldn’t need to strive for the rest of his life!
Even though times have changed, and wealthy women also play around, keeping a few young lads to combat loneliness is quite normal...
Nevertheless, there are indeed many prejudices against professions like security in society.
Therefore, the man looked at Rong Ling again with a hint of disdain in his eyes.
It appeared that the saying was true.
Regardless of gender, being good-looking can really be fulfilling.
If he didn’t have this face, would President Li fancy him?
The man’s face showed disdain, but internally, he was envious!
Who wouldn’t want such an easy life? But not everyone can have it!
However, turning thoughts did make him think, although he couldn’t live such an easy life, he had more integrity than this young man!
Rong Ling raised his gaze, meeting the man’s scrutinizing look, and with just one glance, he saw through his thoughts: "Why are you staring at me?"
The man suddenly chuckled: "You’ve got some skills there, to win President Li’s favor. It seems one’s looks really can support them, at least not worrying about food or clothes."
Rong Ling’s lips twitched slightly, "What, are you jealous?"
He didn’t bother to intentionally explain or emphasize because he genuinely didn’t care about societal views.
He knew what kind of person he was without needing others’ judgments.
Upon hearing this, the man’s face grew more contemptuous: "Times have changed! Nowadays, young people eat easy food with such righteousness. I think as a man, you should have some backbone, earn your own money, spending money you earn by your hands, being supported by a woman is no achievement."
Rong Ling: "I also want to be supported by a man. Will you support me? I’m quite expensive."
The man was instantly dumbfounded by the question, "Are you crazy!? Out of your mind thinking about money!"
Rong Ling: "You’re noble; you don’t care about money."
The man argued fervently: "Who doesn’t care about money! I only value money I earn with my hands, honest money! I just look down on men like you who live off others, with no backbone!"
Rong Ling advanced step by step towards him until he was in front of him, standing still.
He leaned down, glanced at him lightly: "Do you think I needed you to look up to me?"
The man snorted, sourly said, "Of course not needed! People like you don’t need dignity and backbone the most."
Rong Ling: "I don’t need you to judge me. Get out."
He didn’t want to waste words on such a person.
The man placed all the bags down and left with his people.
Rong Ling changed his clothes and received a call from Li Yufei, "Hello?"
Rong Ling: "I’ve changed my clothes."
Li Yufei: "I’m already downstairs of your building."
Rong Ling hung up the phone, adjusted his collar in the mirror, and went downstairs.
As he reached the side of the passenger door, Li Yufei suddenly opened the door and got out, "Do you have a driver’s license?"
Previously, he had a job that required driving. He didn’t have a license, so his boss funded him to get one.
But shortly after getting the license, he resigned.
Li Yufei said, "Then you drive. I didn’t sleep well last night."
Rong Ling: "Alright."
He walked to the driver’s door, got in, grabbed the steering wheel, and familiarized himself with the car’s control panel.
Li Yufei was driving a Bentley Continental today. He had ridden in this car once before, but in the back seat. It wasn’t until he sat in the driver’s seat that he realized how luxurious the control panel was, even the gear shift was crafted like a piece of art.
Junjun sat in the back seat with a seatbelt on, politely greeting him, "Hello, Uncle Rong."
Being called "Uncle" by Junjun made him feel inexplicably uncomfortable.
He sensed that Junjun wasn’t too many years older than Xiaoyi. Xiaoyi called him brother, while Junjun called him "Uncle", what should Xiaoyi call him?
He suddenly snapped back to reality...
The fact that he was ten years apart from Li Yufei.
If Junjun called him "Brother", then it would undeniably create a generational gap between him and Li Yufei.