Forcing Me to Be a Godly Tycoon, Right?

Oh my gosh, what’s going on here?

It was one thing for that handsome guy to drive a Land Rover, another to chat and laugh with the boss, but now he’s actually sitting in the boss’s car and leaving with her.

This... this is just too unbelievable, isn’t it?

Most of the staff had been working at the Lihua Restaurant for many years, and they had almost never seen their boss talk alone with any man, let alone see a man sitting in her car.

Although that guy looks very young, who can blame the boss for being so beautiful!

How many young rich heirs have chased after her over the years.

At this time, the restaurant supervisor couldn’t help but ask the manager earlier, "Manager, who is that guy? Our boss actually let him in the car, and she drove away with him."

The female manager spat on the ground, "Listen to what you’re saying. No guessing allowed! That guy is also a wealthy boss, and this time he’s here to discuss business with our boss!"

"I must say, you’ve got some nerve, daring to spread rumors about our boss. What, are you tired of working here and looking to switch places?"

"Of course not. Our restaurant is so great; I’d never leave, not even if you beat me. I’m just a little curious."

"Some things are okay to be curious about, but some things you can never speak about carelessly. Illness enters through the mouth, and so does trouble. Understand?"

"Yes... I understand."

"Alright then, get back to work, and no more speaking like this. If the boss finds out, I won’t be able to protect you!"

"Alright, I got it!"

Watching her colleague walk away, the manager glanced outside and couldn’t help but think, it seems the boss might actually be taken this time!

Inside the red BMW at this moment,

Zhang Jingdong was intently gazing at Zhang Lihua’s breathtaking profile, his heart filled with the ecstatic feeling of a dream coming true.

Though he had felt similar when he was with Lin Shishi, in his previous life his love for her developed when he was already in college, a time when his mind was mature.

Moreover, his love for Lin Shishi then was more of a spiritual connection than physical.

But Zhang Lihua was his dream lover since he was 12 years old, and unlike the pure affection for Lin Shishi, his feelings for Lihua in this life leaned more towards attraction.

To put it even more bluntly, he was more enchanted by those aspects of her.

In fact, it’s no exaggeration to say that at this moment, looking at Zhang Lihua felt as if he was laying eyes upon Monica Bellucci.

In his heart, Zhang Lihua stirred a passion even greater than Monica Bellucci.

After all, Zhang Lihua was his real-life adolescent inspiration in that regard, while Monica Bellucci was someone he was fascinated with only after watching her in films.

Zhang Lihua had long noticed him sneakily glancing her way.

At first, she thought he would stop after a while, but she didn’t expect him to keep staring.

Finally, after a good while, she couldn’t bear it anymore and turned to Zhang Jingdong, "You... what’s up with you?"

Zhang Jingdong chuckled, "Nothing’s up with me, why?"

"Nothing’s up? Then... then why are you staring at me?"

"There’s just the two of us in this car. If I don’t look at you, who else can I look at?"

"You..." Zhang Lihua was clearly taken aback by Zhang Jingdong’s audacity, and momentarily flustered, "Quit looking! I can’t focus on driving when you’re doing this."

"Are you sure me looking at you makes it impossible for you to focus on driving?"

"...Yes!"

Zhang Jingdong burst into laughter, "In that case, it means you actually like me too!"

"What... what are you saying? You can’t just say stuff like that!"

"I’m not making it up. It’s scientifically proved: when a man and a woman are alone, if one can focus on their task despite the other’s gaze, it indicates there’s no interest."

"But if another person can’t focus on their task, it suggests they have a liking for the other person."

Zhang Lihua was suddenly at a loss, "This... you’re making things up. I’ve never heard of such a proof!"

"Lihua, just because you haven’t heard doesn’t mean the proof doesn’t exist?"

"And haven’t you noticed how whenever we make eye contact, your gaze instinctively avoids mine? This shows you have a good impression of me."

"Because if you just considered me a regular friend, you wouldn’t shy away, as you wouldn’t feel that unique heat exclusive to lovers from my gaze."

"Only when you have feelings for me, does your gaze produce that intense heat when clashing with mine, and then you instinctively avert your eyes."

"You..."

Zhang Lihua was momentarily speechless, at a loss for a rebuttal, "...these are all fallacies. At 19, what do you know about relationships and love?"

Zhang Jingdong laughed, "Many things can’t be judged by age. Even though I’m only 19, 99% of the people older than me in the country aren’t as wealthy as I am."

"In business dealings before, many said the same thing: ’You’re just 19, what do you know about business?’ But I ended up outperforming almost all of them."

"So I’m not exaggerating; my understanding far exceeds the average person’s. Otherwise, I wouldn’t dare chase after you so boldly right out of the gate!"

Zhang Lihua was totally lost for words; after all, he wasn’t bragging. With his current prowess, hardly anyone could compare, and even she felt slightly ashamed.

So, she simply continued focusing on driving, hoping to reach their destination quickly, and once out of the car in public, this guy wouldn’t be able to stare at her like this.

Zhang Jingdong perceived her silent agreement and felt delighted, thus continuing to openly admire her exquisite profile.