Chapter 3: Pleasing Him
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She got out of the car with the driver and looked at the villa.
It was beautiful, with a swimming pool and a garden— easily worth millions.
It was clear Mr. Fu was extremely wealthy; 500,000 yuan was probably pocket change to him.
Her only thought now was to get Mr. Fu to transfer the 500,000 yuan as agreed.
But as she followed the driver inside, her heart raced so fast it felt like it might jump out of her chest.
They went up to the second floor and stopped in front of a door.
The driver knocked. “CEO, I’ve brought her.”
Mu Tiantian’s hands were clasped tightly, her palms sweating.
Inside, Fu Zhengting had just finished his shower.
He was wrapped only in a towel, water still dripping down his skin.
He sat down on the sofa and said, “Let her in.”
Uncle Zhong opened the door and gestured for Mu Tiantian to enter.
She nodded politely and stepped inside.
Before closing the door, Uncle Zhong glanced at Fu Zhengting on the sofa.
The CEO is at an age where he needs a woman, he thought.
Physiologically, it wasn’t healthy to repress himself for too long.
If the CEO took an interest in this girl, it would be a good thing.
At the sound of the door closing, Mu Tiantian flinched again.
Once she’d stepped through that door, there was no turning back.
She repeated to herself over and over that she must get that 500,000 yuan.
She walked slowly toward the man.
He was sitting shirtless on a single sofa— his posture relaxed and lazy, yet exuding an undeniable dominance.
As she got closer, she saw his face clearly and was stunned by his good looks.
He didn’t look like a fifty-year-old at all.
His hair was jet-black, still damp from the shower, with a few strands stuck to his forehead.
Water droplets clung to his skin, which was a warm wheat color, smooth and blemish-free— healthy and clean.
His bone structure was perfect, a classic “strong features” type of handsome man:
thick brows, deep eyes, a straight nose, and thin lips.
Individually, his features weren’t extraordinary, but together they formed a golden ratio.
His bare torso had firm pectoral muscles and a flat stomach with no excess fat.
He was in better shape than many young men, exuding the mature charm of an older man— exactly her type.
She’d always had a thing for older men, finding their life experience and sophistication more attractive than the boyish charm of younger guys.
This man’s looks and temperament were exactly her taste.
She’d expected a bald, pot-bellied old man, but he was nothing like that.
Probably because rich people can afford good skincare, she thought, recalling how some Hong Kong celebrities in their seventies still looked forty.
At least he didn’t have that “elderly” vibe, which brought her a small sense of relief.
Fu Zhengting was also studying Mu Tiantian.
His company had an entertainment division, and he’d accompanied directors to film schools to scout talent, so he’d seen countless beautiful women— and grown immune to them.
But this girl was different.
She wasn’t stunning at first glance, but she had a unique charm, and her figure— with its perfect proportions— was rare.
No wonder her voice had been so soft and sweet; she was a real “sweet girl.”
Her eyes were large, bright, and expressive, with delicate eyebrows that gave her a gentle, kind look.
Her face was small, her lips petite, and her makeup was light— the lipstick a natural shade that was easy on the eyes.
Her appearance was cute and youthful, but her outfit was mature, with her wavy hair cascading down her back.
This mix of youthful innocence and mature allure was a rare and appealing combination.
His gaze drifted down to her figure.
Mu Tiantian, noticing his scrutiny, summoned her courage and spun around to let him see her proportions from the back.
When she stopped, facing him directly, she saw his eyes were still on her.
Uncertain if he was satisfied, she asked softly, “Mr. Fu… are you… satisfied with me?”
Fu Zhengting’s gaze sharpened with scrutiny and curiosity.
Her eyes held genuine unfamiliarity, as if she truly didn’t recognize him.
Given that his company was in the entertainment industry, he was no stranger to media attention.
Whenever his artists made headlines, he often trended too, so any young person who used the internet should know who he was.
He wondered if she was really in trouble and needed money, or if she was pretending not to know him to get close.
If it was the former, he could help— he’d funded many students and his company ran a charity foundation that helped the needy every year.
If it was the latter, he wouldn’t let her get away with it.
Having seen the two-faced nature of celebrities, he didn’t easily trust appearances.
But her eyes were clear and free of greed, and her nervousness and awkwardness suggested a genuine innocence.
Still, he’d need to test her to be sure.
He leaned back lazily against the sofa, spreading his arms along the backrest.
Even without a suit, his natural authority was unmistakable.
“Whether I’m satisfied depends on your performance next,” he said.
Mu Tiantian felt a wave of disappointment.
His words made it clear that her looks and figure alone weren’t enough to win him over.
She knew there were probably many other women vying for that 500,000 yuan.
Rich men never lacked attention, especially one as handsome as him.
She’d heard stories of wealthy men— even short, bald, yellow-toothed ones— having no shortage of women.
She just hoped Mr. Fu wasn’t one of those sick rich people who enjoyed tormenting the poor.
She took a step closer, her voice trembling slightly:
“Just tell me what you need me to do, and I… I’ll be very obedient.”
She was terrified— so much so that her scalp went numb.
Her world had always been simple.
In school, she’d blush when boys talked to her.
She was an introvert who worked as a clerk with an all-female team, and she had almost no friends, let alone male ones.
- Writer
