Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
âI know, Iâm just trying to tell you that smart people are always different from the ordinary ones. Actually, we just see things clearer than ordinary people do in a smarter way,â said Nian Junting with a deep, proud voice.
Luosang felt speechless.
âWhy donât you say anything? Donât you agree with me,â said Nian Junting, âHave you seen another man whoâs as young and successful as I am?â He sounded a little unpleasant.
âI admit, youâre capable at work. But your great family ground is the main reason for your success,â said Luosang.
âHave you ever met a man with higher achievements than me at my age?â He asked.
Luosang spent a short while thinking carefully. She had a few names in her mind, but all of those men were in their thirties or forties.
Her silence made Nian Junting even prouder. âMany people with good family backgrounds are just loafing around; their lives are all about having fun and going to parties. Some of them are too arrogant or lazy. As the old saying goes, âa rich family cannot maintain its wealth for more than three generationsâ. I think that made sense,â he said.
Luosang suddenly thought of herself.
Her grandparents were both famous intellectuals, her father build the family business, but she lost Xu Pictures to...
âWhy do you look so unhappy?â He raised his head from her chest, stared at her sad face, and asked.
The corners Luosangâs lips twitched. âWhy havenât you... taken it slightly back yet?â
Nian Junting paused. His attention was already diverted a little, but just as she reminded him, that part of his body was aroused again.
âI said, stop complimenting me,â he said.
âI didnât,â she said.
âYouâre complimenting me for being able to last longer in bed, arenât you?â He said.
Luosang raised her head and closed her eyes, wishing for a thunderbolt to fall on her and kill her.
âWhy hasnât Sister Lan showed up yet?â she thought.
Perhaps God had heard her pray as sge finally heard the sound of footsteps from outside.
âSister Lan, Sister Lan, help!â she hurriedly shouted out loud.
âLuosang, what happened?â Sister Lan asked, pushing the door open. She blushed when she saw that Nian Junting was lying upon Luosang with his face buried in her breasts. She hurriedly covered her eyes with her hands and said, âAhyaya, sorry, sorry, I didnât mean to interrupt you. I thought you were calling me just now. I think I misheard it.â
After saying that, she quickly shut the door.
Luosang was speechless again.
âHe Ruolan! Get your ass in here!â Nian Junting yelled in rage. âCanât you see that I just fell?â
After about ten seconds, Sister Lan opened the door in hesitation and asked uncertainly, âMr. Nian, did you really fall?â
Luosang wanted to cry. She even began to worry about Sister Lanâs IQ. âSister Lan, if you donât help me, I might die.â
âSorry, sorry, I misunderstood.â Blushingly, she ran to them and helped Nian Junting sit in his wheelchair with quite some effort.
After getting up from Luosang, Nian Junting hurriedly dropped his arm to cover his private area, as he didnât want Sister Lan to see and feel embarrassed.
Fortunately, Sister Lan didnât notice that at all. After helping Nian Junting up, she went to help Luosang. Earlier, Luosang let Nian Junting fall on her, so when getting up, many areas of her body ached severely, made her hiss in pain.
Sister Lan lifted her hair, checked her head, and said, âThereâs a big lump on the back of your head.â
âI think we have some liniment in this house. Go get her some.â Recalling that Luosang didnât mention anything about the pain just now, Nian Junting showed guiltiness and other indescribable feelings in his eyes.
âMr. Nian, are you hurt?â asked Sister Lan.
Nian Junting shook his head, then told her to apply some medicine to Luosangâs head.