Super Rich by Doing as You Please

It was almost too good.

That’s just how women are. As long as you know what buttons to push, they’ll be moved no matter how cliché the gesture is.

"President Xu, do you actually look down on me deep down?"

Wang Yang said with a self-deprecating smile, "I was willing to sell myself and sleep with you for a bit of money."

"Not at all."

Xu Yun wasn’t that shameless. He wouldn’t pay to sleep with someone, then turn around and badmouth them.

He answered, "Everyone has their own way of life. As long as you’re not hurting people for money, it’s fine."

"Are you serious?"

Wang Yang looked up, somewhat in disbelief. She hadn’t expected Xu Yun to see things that way.

"Do I look like I’m not being serious?"

Xu Yun said, "I’ve never had a problem with gold-diggers. What I can’t stand are the hypocrites—the ones who act like whores but demand to be treated like saints, pretending they’re some kind of virtuous maiden."

That’s right, he was talking about his ex-girlfriend.

"President Xu, you’re an interesting man."

Wang Yang shook her head with a sigh. "If only you were my boyfriend. I’d be so happy."

"You’re not wrong about that."

Xu Yun grinned meaningfully. "My girlfriends are always very satisfied... sexually. You just had a taste, you should know."

Wang Yang’s face, already flushed from the alcohol, instantly turned an even deeper shade of red.

The atmosphere between them grew charged.

This was when the man needed to take the initiative.

Xu Yun reached out, pulled her into his arms, and lowered his head. "Being your boyfriend permanently might be difficult," he murmured, "but I can be your boyfriend for half a day."

With that, he bolted the theater door.

Seeing this, Wang Yang’s eyes were hazy with drink. She feigned ignorance and asked shyly, "President Xu, what are you doing?"

"You."

"..."

The private theater had excellent soundproofing.

No matter what sounds the two of them made inside, or how loud they were, no one outside could hear a thing.

And as long as they didn’t call for service, no one would come to bother them.

However, the back-to-back sessions of "high-intensity work" left Wang Yang utterly exhausted, both mentally and physically. Even walking had become a challenge.

When they left the club that evening to head back to the hotel, Wang Yang grimaced with every step. The searing pain between her legs was almost unbearable.

Her condition earned her sidelong glances from the other two women, who had no idea what was wrong.

Wang Yang explained awkwardly, "The ankle I twisted this morning seems to have gotten worse."

"Oh."

Cheng Yiran said innocently, "Then you should see a doctor as soon as we get back. You don’t want to delay treatment."

"I know."

Only Lin Wanzhou, looking at her, simply sighed.

’She’s really willing to die for money!’

’This was the first time he’d ever seen a woman lose to a man in a battle of stamina.’

’And he had to admire Xu Yun’s prowess.’

’Looks like the guy really has the goods!’

Lin Wanzhou glanced down at his own calloused hands. ’My old friends, you’ve worked so hard all these years!’

’He wished he could be like Xu Yun and just Do as You Please.’

’But his rigid mindset and morals wouldn’t allow it!’

That evening, they returned to the hotel.

As they were parting ways, Xu Yun told Wang Yang to get some rest and recover from her "injury," and that she didn’t need to come the next day.

Because he was leaving tomorrow.

As for her payment for the past two days, Xu Yun transferred it via WeChat, sending her a round 100,000.

’A man ought to be generous.’

’After all, she’d gotten hurt today because of him.’

He also sent 15,000 to Cheng Yiran and 20,000 to Yan Yi.

The two college students were ecstatic when they saw the "huge sum" that had suddenly appeared in their accounts.

Wang Yang saw the money on her phone and naturally understood what he meant.

She nodded gratefully without saying a word, simply wishing them a safe journey.

Of everyone, the person with the most complicated feelings about Xu Yun leaving early was Cheng Yiran.

’Once they check out, where will I stay?’

’Maybe they could find another place, but after just one night, she had already fallen in love with the hotel.’

’She didn’t want to stay anywhere else.’

’She wanted to keep staying right here.’

’Didn’t President Xu book the room for five days?’

’It’s only been two days. There are still three days left!’

「Midnight.」

Xu Yun was lying in bed scrolling on his phone when a soft knock came at the door.

"Who is it?"

"President Xu, it’s me."

Xu Yun recognized Cheng Yiran’s voice. He got up and opened the door to find her standing there in a sexy nightgown. "It’s late," he said, puzzled. "Why aren’t you asleep? What do you want?"

"President Xu, I can’t sleep. I was hoping we could talk for a bit. Is that okay?"

"Sure."

Xu Yun looked her over and said, "Come on in."

No one knows what Cheng Yiran and Xu Yun talked about that night.

When Xu Yun left the next day, he didn’t check out of the hotel. Instead, he let Cheng Yiran and Yan Yi have the room for the remaining three days.

Yan Yi was a little confused. "Yiran, why would President Xu just give us the hotel room?"

"Why else..."

Cheng Yiran gazed around the resort villa, which was now hers for three days. "Because he’s a nice guy, of course," she said happily.

Yan Yi looked at her happy best friend, momentarily at a loss for words.

’She had a feeling that wasn’t the real reason.’

Suddenly, her phone chimed with a WeChat message. It was from Xu Yun.

"If you trust me, stay away from your best friend after this trip is over. You two are not on the same path."

Yan Yi: "???"

Xu Yun, already in the car, didn’t reply.

’Out of the kindness of his heart, he had given his warning. Whether she believed him or not was none of his business.’

He put his phone away, planning to catch a quick nap.

’Last night was a bit tiring.’

Next stop, Xiangjiang. Here I come!