My American magical life
Chapter 230 - 230 91 The Muse from Greece steps into her own sea_2

230: Chapter 91 The Muse from Greece steps into her own sea_2 230: Chapter 91 The Muse from Greece steps into her own sea_2 Cheng Daqi’s public persona was really likable, or rather, the worldliness and pretense he faked deeply won the recognition of all those self-interested animals.

(Sun Dongxin was also motivated by interests when making his moves, and by saying “Brother Sun is the same as Cheng Daqi,” it means he’s just like the facade Cheng Daqi puts on.)

“Are you complimenting me, my beautiful white rose lady?”

Cheng Daqi chuckled as he accepted Temir’s praise.

He knew, Temir was telling the truth, at least a part of it.

“Of course, you’re a shameless bastard, and I’m an evil witch, let’s toast to our terrifying union!”

The dark-haired rich woman raised her glass again, and Cheng Daqi smiled wryly, shaking his head, but he didn’t refuse.

‘Ding’

Their glasses clinked, and a drop of red liquid splashed onto the back of Cheng Daqi’s hand.

He picked up a napkin, and diligently wiped it off.

As he wiped, Cheng Daqi lowered his head and said.

“There’s another thing, remember you asked me to create an account for you?

The scriptwriter’s script is ready.

I’ll send it to you now, take a look.”

He indeed had quite a few things to discuss with the dark-haired rich woman that night.

Temir stood up from her chair, and the waiter cleared the table.

“Let’s talk on the terrace; I like to feel the breeze up there at night.”

Cheng Daqi gave a smile to the waiter and followed Temir upstairs.

Temir’s mansion exuded a sort of all-encompassing luxury, and her terrace came with a hot spring.

Yes, the kind of hot spring that steamed with heat.

The hot spring allowed her to enjoy peaceful contemplation in the evening breeze even in winter.

The girl stood by the hot spring without turning around, speaking to Cheng Daqi behind her.

“Help me untie the rope, the one on my back.”

Cheng Daqi knew Temir’s nature very well.

The dark-haired rich woman genuinely didn’t bother with trivialities; he silently moved forward and gently untied the white-collar dress’s knot at her back.

“Quite skillful, Chan.

I didn’t expect you to be so knowledgeable about undoing a girl’s clothes with one hand,” Temir teased with a smile.

In the warm yellow light of the night lamp, she laughed as she turned her head to glance at Cheng Daqi.

The Muse from Greece gently stepped into her own sea.

Cheng Daqi watched entranced as the beauty bathed in what was truly a spectacle of human magnificence.

They were all adults; no need for politeness.

“Had enough of the view?”

Confidently pushing out her chest, Temir joked with Cheng Daqi.

CEO Cheng’s response was certainly not cliché.

“They say, whether a girl is beautiful or not, never depends on her face or figure.”

“Then on what does it depend?”

Lying by the edge of the hot spring, the dark-haired rich woman twirled her hair, curiously asking, as she did not like her hair to be wet by the water.

“On charm.

A real beauty possesses a unique aura, like young sprouts after a spring rain, like the shimmer of water under the moonlight, like waking up from a hangover with your beloved right by your side.

Indescribable, unpaintable, unrecordable.”

Cheng Daqi enjoyed the feeling of chatting with Temir at that moment, even if the dark-haired rich woman had her quirky moods but this couldn’t conceal the unique and devoted heart she had for him.

Even if this devotion had many complex dimensions, it was sufficient to move Cheng Daqi.

Regardless of her many faults, the dark-haired rich woman remained a very important, very important friend to Cheng Daqi.

Temir lay by the hot spring, her gaze fixated on Cheng Daqi, her eyes shining brightly.

Unfortunately, at this moment Cheng Daqi was lying on a lounge chair, unable to see the sparkle in those sapphire eyes.

He was thinking about today’s gains.

Gru, Zhao Hongjin, Sun Dongxin, Temir – after the promotion ceremony, one gain after another kept coming his way.

He was making a killing.

“Are you reciting poetry?”

The dark-haired rich woman was no longer interested in any stupid script; she had been won over again by the heartfelt words Cheng Daqi had spontaneously uttered.

She was like a wild vine, after traversing through the complex jungle, had finally found a great tree she wanted to cling to forever.

“No, I’m talking about you, Mi’er.

You pinch me really hard sometimes, yet at other times you’re so kind to me.

Thanks for the clothes you gave me.”

In fact, Temir had given Cheng Daqi much help, but today, mentioning the clothes seemed most appropriate.

The raven-haired wealthy widow kept looking at Cheng Daqi, aware that the man couldn’t see her.

Temir was smiling happily, yet didn’t make a sound.

She was a bit of a sadist; her gentleness sometimes seemed very strange, but Cheng Daqi seemed to understand, how could this not thrill and delight her?

She had forgotten what Cheng Daqi had said to her again.

“Two sets aren’t enough for you, should I send you a few more?”

The raven-haired wealthy widow asked softly.

“That’s enough, have you finished reading the script?

What do you think needs to be changed?”

Cheng Daqi was all about business, and didn’t have the slightest intention of getting romantically involved with the raven-haired wealthy widow.

Soaking in the hot springs, Temir turned around, her back to Cheng Daqi, and spoke in a muffled voice.

“I’m on it, wait till I’m done.”

As she spoke, she opened the file that Cheng Daqi had sent.

The screenplay was about two kidnappers and a rich girl.

It was dramatic and full of twists and turns, but the more Temir read, the less she liked it.

“Do you want to see me fall in love with this old veteran kidnapper?”

The raven-haired wealthy widow’s tone was calm, but her heart was far from it.

“If you want to gain followers quickly, you need a story with emotions, it requires exaggeration and contrast.

Therefore, the scriptwriter came up with this plot where you develop Stockholm Syndrome.”

Cheng Daqi actually thought the plot was quite normal and explained patiently,

“I understand, but do I have the right to modify the script?” the raven-haired wealthy widow said.

“Of course, you are Shanhaiguan Media’s most esteemed client.

Your opinion is our mission, and mission accomplished is our motto!”

A hundred thousand Dollars, equivalent to about six hundred thousand Chinese yuan, the raven-haired wealthy widow was truly extravagant, and Cheng Daqi naturally had to provide top-notch service.

“Change it to a story about a homeless man and a rich girl.

The gist is about a poor, naive homeless man who collapses on the street, the rich girl saves him, gives him…”

As an adult, Temir could clearly feel when she spoke her true thoughts, and she stopped halfway through.

However, she was a confident girl, even though she knew she was being foolish again, she didn’t want to change.

“Gives him medical treatment, and then out of sympathy, hires him as a servant, introducing him to all sorts of high society, but he’s a country bumpkin and creates lots of comedic situations.”

If Cheng Daqi couldn’t tell what Temir was thinking at this point, he wouldn’t be Cheng Daqi.

He replied with a laugh,

“How am I a country bumpkin?

Mi’er, you really look down on me, don’t you?

Someone’s arrogance just makes me want to vomit.”

The raven-haired wealthy widow still had her back to Cheng Daqi, and she thought to herself deeply,

‘If only you were a useless country bumpkin, Cheng.’

The girl had forgotten that the man she liked, the one who touched her heart, was the incredibly intelligent and brave Cheng Daqi, not some country bumpkin homeless man.

But then, lying is a basic adult skill, and Temir wasn’t one to speak her true feelings,

“This homeless man isn’t you, why are you taking it personally?

Or is it that I hit the nail on the head, and you’re starting to panic?”

Hmm, employing the barking dog theorem cleverly—Temir was indeed wise.

“Of course, I’m not panicking, I just misunderstood you.

I thought you were joking.

So, are you really planning to redesign the script with this idea?”

Cheng Daqi was not about to fall into such an obvious self-affirming trap; he deftly changed the subject,

“Absolutely, change the script, write it following my idea, and I’ll pay extra.”

The raven-haired wealthy widow replied decisively,

“It’s not a matter of money.

If we don’t change the script, we’ll definitely meet the contractual promise to help you gain fifty thousand followers.

But if the script is altered, and the future follower count doesn’t look good, that’s not the responsibility of Shanhaiguan Media anymore, do you understand that?”

In business as in business, friends are friends, but business is business.

Cheng Daqi had to make it clear to Temir,

“OK, I’ll send you my ideas, write it accordingly!

Quickly!

I want to see the results by tomorrow night.

For one script change, I’ll pay you an extra five thousand Dollars; does that work for you?”

Sure, that’s more than fine, sis; you’re one of the best clients I’ve ever worked with.

Cheng Daqi appreciated Temir’s attitude of treating money with contempt,

“Eight thousand Dollars okay with you?

I have to communicate across countries, and it’s exhausting.”

Trying to squeeze an extra three thousand out of the raven-haired wealthy widow, Cheng was haggling to the last cent!