Hou Yaojun spoke in a tempting voice, his eyes fixed on Wen Ying's expression.
But to his confusion, he saw no sign of pleasant surprise on her face.
'Aren't pretty girls this age always trying to get famous and make money?'
'Did I not make my intentions clear enough?'
"For example, if you want to be a star, I can make you one. When you go out, you'll be met with the roar of the crowd and dazzling spotlights. Your casual clothes will cost thousands, you'll get all sorts of endorsement deals, and you won't need to rely on any other man to fly first class."
"Rely on you?" Wen Ying asked, surprised.
'So, she gets it!'
'She's just waiting for the highest bidder!'
At this thought, Hou Yaojun calmed down. As long as she had desires, he could control her.
'Dealing with women is simple,' he thought. 'If affection doesn't work, just throw money at the problem.'
