If You Don’t Go To Hell, Who Will? - Chapter 67
After graduating, Mu’er found a job at a photography magazine. After a period of hard work, she had the opportunity to travel around the world with the photography team to shoot landscapes, which made her feel a little proud. However, Zhong Yuan was extremely unhappy about her frequent business trips.
But the good times didn’t last long. Not long after, the boss of the magazine suddenly announced with a heavy heart, “Our magazine may not survive…”
“Why? What happened?” Mu’er asked. “Our sales are declining, and we’re facing financial difficulties… Who reads photography magazines these days? If you don’t have a cover with at least one or two beautiful women, you can’t even greet people when you go out!”
Mu’er was very upset. Although she hadn’t been here for long, she had developed a strong attachment to the place. The people around her were very friendly, and her mentor had been exceptionally kind and had taught her many photography techniques. It was such a good place; how could they just shut it down?
Seeing Mu’er’s mournful expression, her mentor comforted her, saying, “Xiao Mu’er, don’t be sad. You are a talented person who is willing to learn. You will have a great future elsewhere.”
When Mu’er heard that she might have to go elsewhere, she became even sadder. “Is there really no other way?”
“Well, there is one. As long as someone invests money, we can promote the magazine properly, and it should be salvageable. There are always people in the world who love photography. Unfortunately, these days, everyone with money is investing in stocks and real estate, or at least in garlic and beans. Who would invest in a magazine?” her mentor said, sighing.
However, a glimmer of hope lit up in Mu’er’s mind. Money. Zhong Yuan seemed to have a lot of money…
But how could she convince him, a shrewd businessman, to invest his money in a venture that might incur losses? Mu’er furrowed her brow and started drawing circles on a piece of paper, contemplating.
Seeing her deep in thought, her mentor asked, “Xiao Mu’er, what are you thinking?”
Mu’er honestly replied, “Money.”
Her mentor sighed in resignation and took out a book titled “The Art of War and Thirty-Six Strategies” to pass the time.
Mu’er stared at the words “Thirty-Six Strategies” and mentally went through each one. Through a process of elimination, she finally decided on using the “Beauty Strategy.”
In reality, Mu’er didn’t have much confidence in the success of the beauty strategy. Zhong Yuan was a cunning and rational person, and in most cases, if someone tried to lure him into a losing deal, he would devour the bait and then say, “I absolutely won’t take the bait.”
Nevertheless, Mu’er had to give it a try.
She took a day off, went to a beauty salon to pamper herself from head to toe, and then took little second shopping for clothes. When she told little second that she was buying clothes to seduce Zhong Yuan, little second immediately dragged her into the lingerie section of the mall.
Mu’er wiped sweat from her brow while looking at the various suggestive lingerie, some of which she couldn’t even figure out how to wear. She asked worriedly, holding up a fishnet-like piece that resembled a bra, “Is this too extravagant?”
Little Second, while gesturing with a pile of random lingerie in front of her, said, “Mu’er, please show a little sense of being a woman.”
Mu’er thought little Second’s idea was unreliable. “What about you? Have you worn these before? And this…”
little second glance at what Mu’er was holding, disdainfully remarking, “Of course, I don’t wear them. They’re usually worn by random people on the street.”
Mu’er: “…”
She never expected that random people on the street would be so bold.
“Hey,” Little second patted her shoulder, “you should know that the man standing in front of you is surrounded by beautiful women every day. If you want to catch his attention, you need to provide some extra allure.”
Mu’er bit her lip and decided on the most conservative set she could find: a black, semi-transparent silk camisole with lace, just long enough to cover her hips.
After buying the lingerie, she went to pick out nail polish. It was only then that little second found out that Zhong Yuan had a foot fetish, so she kept swaying between red and pink for half an hour. Finally, little second said, “You’re going for the mature woman look, not the girly look,” so she resolutely chose red.
As for perfumes and cosmetics, she didn’t buy any. Zhong Yuan wasn’t interested in such things anyway, and little second had told her, “Your face is already pretty enough. Just figure out how to enhance your bust a bit.”
Mu’er had mixed feelings about that comment. After all, her bust was already a B-cup; wasn’t that big enough?
In the evening, Mu’er spent more than two hours getting ready, with nearly an hour spent just on applying nail polish. She had never done it before and lacked experience. Fortunately, she managed to do it satisfactorily in the end. Now all she had to do was wait for Zhong Yuan to come back.
Zhong Yuan had an important dinner meeting that night, and he returned home after 11 p.m. Thinking that Mu’er had already gone to bed, he quietly took a shower and then pushed open the bedroom door.
The bedroom light was on, and Mu’er was lying on her side in bed, her eyes wide open, looking at him with eager anticipation.
Her black hair was like mist, her skin was as fair as snow, her slender and well-proportioned figure had long and straight legs, and… on her dainty feet were red petals in full bloom.
Zhong Yuan stood dumbfounded at the door, his eyes fixed on her. After a while, two red liquid streams flowed from his nostrils, passed his lips, trailed down his chin, and dripped onto his white cotton pajamas, but he remained completely unaware of it.
Mu’er panicked. She had thought of a few emergency plans, but she hadn’t expected this outcome. So, she jumped out of bed and ran to Zhong Yuan, grabbing tissues and desperately wiping away the blood. All the while, she kept apologizing, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to…”
Zhong Yuan grabbed her hand, his expression dazed. “You’re trying to kill me…”
Mu’er, with a mournful face, helped him stop the bleeding and thought to herself, “I just wanted to borrow some money…”
Of course, she didn’t realize that Zhong Yuan was experiencing a brain freeze because he rarely had such moments before. By the time she was relieved that his nosebleed had stopped, he had already carried her to the bed and removed the troublesome lingerie.
Although Mu’er had wanted to take the initiative tonight, Zhong Yuan didn’t give her the chance. When she was exhausted and panting in his arms, she remembered her mission for the night. So she cautiously said, “Zhong Yuan, I want to borrow some money.”
“Hmm,” Zhong Yuan casually agreed, then earnestly planted strawberries on her chest and continued down…
Mu’er felt like he was just going through the motions. “Aren’t you going to ask how much I want to borrow?”
“Whatever amount,” Zhong Yuan’s words were vague because he was busy kissing the red petals on her toes.
Still worried, Mu’er asked, “Um… are you sure you won’t regret this?”
Zhong Yuan, while kissing her inner thigh, replied in a slightly threatening tone, “Darling, can we not discuss boring topics in bed?”
At this point, Zhong Yuan had already reached her inner thigh, and Mu’er’s mind went blank. She blurted out, “Then what should we discuss?”
“Let’s discuss…” Zhong Yuan raised his head, his gaze burning, and asked, “what position we should try next.”
Mu’er: “…”
The next morning at breakfast, Mu’er tentatively asked, “Zhong Yuan, are you serious about what you said yesterday?”
Zhong Yuan responded, “I said a lot of things yesterday. Are you referring to ‘I’ll buy you pretty nail polish in the future,’ or ‘Let’s have a baby,’ or ‘Darling, you look stunning today’? Or perhaps…”
Mu’er quickly interrupted him, blushing, “Borrowing money, borrowing money…”
“Oh, borrowing money for what?”
Mu’er had no choice but to tell him the truth.
After listening to Mu’er, Zhong Yuan kissed her forehead and said with a smile, “No problem. Have your boss bring the contract to me tomorrow.”
Mu’er was both surprised and incredulous. Things seemed to be going too smoothly.
The editor-in-chief never dreamed that Mu’er would know Zhong Yuan and be able to secure an investment from him. To be honest, when she first heard Mu’er say those things, she couldn’t believe it. But Mu’er didn’t seem like someone who would lie…
“Mu’er, how did you two meet?” The editor-in-chief fondly caressed the business card in her hand. Her magazine was finally saved.
“Oh, he’s my husband.”
The editor-in-chief spewed blood.
After the negotiations that day, anyone who walked into Zhong Yuan’s office found themselves with a salary increase.
Mu’er was just a little curious about why Zhong Yuan seemed even happier than she was about saving the magazine. Why was that?
