บท 110: 109: Xiaoyan, Please Let Auntie Go, Auntie Is Dying
He Ling had always thought that once a woman reached forty, she'd be at her prime, the kind of age where no man could resist.
But now she realized... she couldn't have been more wrong.
And not just wrong—completely off the mark.
When it came to men like Su Yan, no matter how many forty-year-old women there were, none could stand a chance against him.
This wasn't about age. It was pure talent, an innate superiority that couldn't be denied.
"This building alone cost three billion," Su Yan said casually.
He Ling's head spun. "Xiaoyan, tell Auntie... just how much are your assets now?"
Su Yan didn't hesitate. "At this point, I'd say around 10 billion."
His tone was calm, almost too nonchalant, as if he were talking about pocket change.
This wasn't something he needed to hide. Ten billion was only the start. His empire was just getting on its feet. As it expanded, that number would grow exponentially. Letting He Ling know now was important—she needed to grasp it before it became too overwhelming to comprehend later.
"... What?!"
He Ling's worldview took another hit. Just a month ago, Su Yan had only had a million to his name. And that million? It was borrowed!
But now...
His wealth had shot up from one million to ten billion in a single month. It had multiplied ten thousand times. Even Bill Gates couldn't dream of such an absurd growth rate.
What kind of monstrous talent was this?
Just the thought of it made He Ling's mind whirl.
Yet, before she could dwell on it any longer, Su Yan had already started making his moves from behind her. Everything that followed felt too natural, almost inevitable.
By the time they finally left the company building, it was already seven in the evening. The events of the day felt more like a surreal dream than reality.
He Ling was still struggling to accept it—Su Yan's assets had truly reached 10 billion. Even if someone worked nonstop from the Jurassic era to now, they wouldn't make that kind of money.
"Xiaoyan, take Auntie to the supermarket. Auntie will cook for you tonight," she said, trying to ground herself in something familiar.
"...."
Su Yan couldn't help but smile. He knew He Ling's cooking skills, and he was definitely looking forward to dinner.
Underneath the company building, Liu Jie noticed He Ling standing next to Su Yan. She recognized her immediately—He Ling was someone she had met before, someone she knew well. Zhang Zhenyu's mother, no less.
As she watched the two of them together, it didn't take much to guess what had happened. There was no doubt in her mind that things had progressed between them.
A pang of loss struck Liu Jie's heart.
For so long, she had been too conservative, too reserved.
Had she been wrong all this time?
Su Yan was a perfectly normal man. She had been selfish, always holding back.
Regret welled up within her.
But then a thought crossed her mind—there were other paths, other possibilities. Perhaps... things weren't as black and white as she'd imagined. Maybe there was a middle ground after all.
Later, Su Yan and He Ling returned from the supermarket, arms laden with groceries. He Ling wasted no time slipping on an apron and heading to the kitchen.
When it came to the renowned "school bully's mom's" cooking, Su Yan couldn't help but feel excited. He joined her in the kitchen, helping to wash and chop vegetables.
Watching Su Yan handle the vegetables, He Ling's heart fluttered. She still couldn't believe it—here was a young CEO, worth billions, standing beside her and chopping vegetables like any ordinary person.
"Xiaoyan, you're truly amazing," He Ling said with admiration. "Auntie never thought someone could multiply their assets ten thousand times in a single month."
"This speed is outrageous! If I told anyone, I doubt they'd even believe it."
Su Yan smiled and gently wrapped his arms around He Ling's waist, pulling her close. It had been a while since they had spent time together, and he had missed her touch.
But this time, He Ling was genuinely afraid. This kid... he didn't know when to stop. No matter how much energy he burned, it never seemed to faze him.
She couldn't think of anyone else in the world like him.
In front of Su Yan, she could only kneel and surrender completely. There wasn't a single woman out there who could keep up with him.
"Xiaoyan... please... let Auntie go. Auntie's dying over here," He Ling pleaded, her voice soft and worn. "How about we... save our energy for later?"
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