184: Liu Ruyan's Little Calculation

Li Wei straightened his back, a deliberately maintained professional smile plastered on his face.

His fingers, however, uncontrollably rubbed the phone screen over and over, the screen lighting up and dimming, dimming and lighting up.

He wasn't looking at any messages at all, just repeatedly checking the time.

His gaze was like a magnet, locked firmly on the open gate of the residential complex from start to finish.

His posture was ramrod straight, yet tinged with a cautious stiffness, like a servant awaiting his master's summons.

He even unconsciously lightened his breathing.

Afraid that a single blink or a heavy breath would cause him to miss the legendary Mr. Jiang, he didn't dare even take a deep breath.

To say he wasn't nervous would be a lie.

In fact, his heart was pounding wildly at this moment, and even his palms were sweating with a fine, cold sweat.

This was the wealthiest, most mysterious client he had ever served in his entire five-year career.

Just this custom maybach alone, from finalizing the design to production and delivery, had taken a full three months.

During that time, he repeatedly liaised with the manufacturer and confirmed details, not daring to slack off in the slightest.

Not to mention, the deposit the client had paid initially was an amount sufficient for him to set aside all other matters.

To live comfortably and worry-free for a whole year—this was an income he had never even dared to imagine before.

If he could serve Mr. Jiang well and satisfy this important figure...

Not to mention the endless opportunities for future cooperation, he might even be able to leverage Mr. Jiang's connections to break into those top-tier wealthy circles he had only ever looked up to before.

Completely changing his life!

He secretly raised a hand, his fingertips gently smoothing the slightly wrinkled tie at his collar.

Then he bent down, carefully wiping the fine dust from the tips of his leather shoes with his fingertips.

Even though he couldn't see a speck of dirt, he wiped them over and over several times.

In the end, he even raised his hand to check the gaps between his nails one by one.

Not willing to let even the tiniest bit of grime slip by, he strived to maintain the most professional and neat appearance from head to toe.

The midday sun grew increasingly scorching, like a fireball baking the earth.

The asphalt road seemed almost melted by the heat, waves of hot air hitting his face, making it hard to breathe.

Sweat trickled down Li Wei's nape, soaking the inside of his shirt.

The sticky fabric clung tightly to his skin, bringing waves of indescribable discomfort.

Even the back of his clothes showed dark sweat stains.

But he didn't dare to wipe the sweat or move his feet casually.

He could only force himself to maintain the smile on his face, his fingers secretly tugging at the sweat-dampened fabric behind his back, trying to alleviate the stickiness.

In his heart, he prayed incessantly, his tone urgent and humble: "Mr. Jiang, please come out soon. If I wait any longer, this suit of mine might be soaked through with sweat. I really hope it doesn't delay your affairs."

Just as he was unbearably anxious and almost couldn't hold on...

The crowd at the entrance of the residential complex suddenly stirred, someone impatiently pushing forward, shouting repeatedly: "Move aside, move aside, don't block the way!"

Immediately after, a woman in a red tight-fitting dress, swaying her exaggerated hips, forcefully squeezed her way through the crowded throng.

It was none other than Liu Ruyan, who lived in this complex and was desperate to climb the social ladder.

This red tight-fitting dress was something she had gritted her teeth and bought for eight hundred yuan last week.

To her, this was her "battle armor"—the tight fabric forcibly outlined her less-than-remarkable figure.

Even if it seemed somewhat contrived, it still drew frequent glances from those around her.

She wore ten-centimeter stiletto heels, the heels slender.

Walking, they made a crisp "click-clack" sound, each step taken carefully yet deliberately slowed.

Afraid others wouldn't notice her.

The moment she squeezed in, her foot stumbled, the stiletto heel almost twisting, her body swaying.

A flash of panic instantly crossed her face, afraid of making a fool of herself in front of everyone.

But it was only for a moment before she forced herself to steady her posture, feigning composure.

She raised a hand to tidy the stray hairs by her ear, then straightened her chest, striking a haughty and seductive pose.

As if the earlier panic had never occurred.

Liu Ruyan had taken great care with her appearance today.

She had practically applied every bit of makeup she owned to her face.

A thick layer of foundation covered her face, trying to hide the fine lines at the corners of her eyes and the blemishes on her skin.

But the foundation was applied too thickly, making it look somewhat fake, with visible powder lines.

The eyeliner was drawn thin and long, almost flying to the heavens, appearing somewhat exaggerated.

Her lips were coated with a bright red lipstick, glaringly vivid.

From a distance, it was strikingly eye-catching, yet also exuded a sense of vulgarity.

The reason she had dressed up so meticulously was all because of a sentence she overheard from neighbors chatting in the morning.

"A luxury car worth tens of millions is parked at the entrance of the complex, more impressive than the Bentleys seen on TV. It's clearly the car of a big shot."

Hearing this, Liu Ruyan's heart instantly became restless.

Her mind filled with unrealistic fantasies.

"Could it be some big boss has taken a fancy to me? Did he specifically drive here to wait for me at the entrance?"

Thinking this, she stood in front of the broken mirror in her rented room, examining herself from all angles for a full half-hour, repeatedly adjusting her posture.

Finally, she pulled out this red tight-fitting dress, the most expensive and revealing one in her wardrobe.

She also secretly sprayed a bit of cheap perfume bought from a street stall.

The perfume scent was pungent and sharp, like insecticide, but Liu Ruyan thought it smelled good.

Convinced this was "the scent rich people like."

Her mind was abuzz with schemes, her eyes full of greed and anticipation.

If she could latch onto a wealthy man of this caliber, forget Jiang Feng's hard-earned fifty thousand yuan, even five hundred thousand or five million, the other party would casually toss it to her!

When that time came, she would definitely appear before Jiang Feng in grand style.

Make that pauper kneel before her, begging for her forgiveness, begging for a scrap of food.

Properly humiliate him, venting all her past grievances!