59: Chapter 59 Making a Schedule

Lin Fan, that loser, that bottom-tier corporate slave who couldn't even secure a permanent position at the company, is actually playing the emperor with a harem of three concubines and six wives on this crappy island!

Building a harem with their blood and sweat, using salvaged wooden planks as imperial concubine selection tablets!

Why doesn't he just ascend the throne and declare himself emperor!

Jealousy.

Looking at the names on the tablets—Lily, the young girl at the company who only smiled at the manager, and Xiao Qin, the administrative flower who claimed to have a rich second-generation boyfriend.

Now, their names were displayed so blatantly on the stone, waiting for Lin Fan to pick them like cattle.

And Lin Fan held the water and the food in his hands.

With just a single word from him, these women would strip off their clothes without hesitation and crawl into that warm partition.

By the campfire.

The four women whose names were written down had varying expressions.

Lily's face flushed red; she didn't feel humiliated, but instead, a trace of wild joy flashed in the depths of her eyes.

As long as she slept with Lin Fan, her stomach could be a fraction fuller.

She even prayed in her heart, praying that Lin Fan would draw her tablet tonight. She glanced down at her chest; although flat, she was young and still a virgin.

As for Xiao Qin, she bit her lip hard, tears swirling in her eyes.

She thought of her rich second-generation boyfriend and the impending life of a wealthy lady.

But the hunger in her stomach and the cold wind outside instantly shattered her restraint.

Everyone was staring at those four wooden planks.

Only Zhao Na frowned tightly.

She stared at the wooden planks on the stone, counting them over and over again.

Four pieces.

There were clearly six women here.

Besides those four ordinary female colleagues, there was her, Zhao Na, and Song Ya, who had been sitting by the campfire adding firewood all along.

There was no Song Ya's name on the stone.

Nor was there Zhao Na's name.

Zhao Na was stunned. She subconsciously touched her face and looked down at her proudest assets.

Why wasn't her name there?

Could it be that Lin Fan looked down on her? Did he think she was too old?

Impossible!

Zhao Na immediately dismissed the thought.

Back at the company, whenever a newbie like Lin Fan who had just graduated saw her walking by in a hip-skirt, his gaze would linger like spun silk.

She saw the inferiority and desire of such bottom-tier men crystal clear.

She, Zhao Na, was the top sales champion and the white moonlight of countless men.

She understood men, and she understood men like Lin Fan who had suddenly gotten rich and suddenly seized power even better.

Such men craved nothing more than to conquer goddesses who had previously been out of reach.

Then why wasn't her tablet there?

Zhao Na's gaze shifted back and forth between Lin Fan, the wooden tablets, and Song Ya.

Song Ya sat by the campfire, holding a branch and poking at the charcoal fire.

She hadn't participated in the scramble just now, nor had she gone to gather firewood.

From start to finish, she stayed quietly by Lin Fan's side—she naturally belonged to the inner circle.

Zhao Na's eyes lit up.

She understood.

The tablets were prepared for the bottom-tier women.

Lily, Xiao Qin—in Lin Fan's eyes, these women were nothing more than tools for venting and pastime.

They needed to rely on luck, needing to be "selected by tablet" to get a bit of pathetic charity.

But she, Zhao Na, was different.

She and Song Ya were not the same.

Song Ya was the first woman to follow Lin Fan, Lin Fan's primary partner.

And she, Zhao Na, was the prettiest, most charming, and most valuable woman here.

Lin Fan didn't write her name because in Lin Fan's heart, her, Zhao Na's, status was already on par with Song Ya!

The corners of Zhao Na's mouth couldn't help but curve up slightly, pulling at the wound on her face. It hurt a bit, but she didn't care at all.

Lin Fan's thoughts must definitely be like this:

On even-numbered days, she and Song Ya would take turns entering that partition to serve him, one person per day.

This was the privilege belonging to the two legitimate wives.

On odd-numbered days, Lin Fan would flip those wooden tablets to find Lily and the others to change things up.

Yes, it must be like this!

Zhao Na straightened her back, her tattered underwear squeezing out a stunning curve.

In the gaze she cast at Lily, that condescending disdain returned once more.

"Little brat, still want to compete with me?"

You don't even qualify to sit at the gambling table; you can only be a plaything whose tablet gets flipped.

As for me, Zhao Na, without needing any tablet, I have already reserved the position by Lin Fan's side.

Zhao Na took a deep breath, suppressing the wild joy in her heart.

She scooted two steps on her knees over the gravel, drawing close to Lin Fan. Her voice was lowered extremely low, carrying an ambiguity only the two of them could understand.

"Brother Fan." Zhao Na extended a finger, gently tracing circles on Lin Fan's combat boots. "What date is it today?"

Zhao Na half-knelt at Lin Fan's feet, tilting her head up, her gaze lingering like silk.

With that sentence "What date is it today?", the end of her tone rose, carrying a bit of ambiguous probing that only adults could understand.

Everyone thought that Lin Fan would go with the flow; after all, Zhao Na was the recognized siren of Shengtang Group, and with that figure and fox-like charm, few men could resist.

"What date?" Lin Fan's voice had no fluctuation whatsoever. "Asking such a stupid question, is your brain filled with nothing but sea breeze?"

The smile on Zhao Na's face stiffened for a moment, and the movement of her fingers also stopped.

"Brother Fan..." She was somewhat stunned, thinking Lin Fan didn't understand her hint. "I mean, we need to have a schedule, right? We can't just ruin the rules..."

"I know... In your heart, I am different from them. They are bottom-tier employees who need to rely on flipping tablets to try their luck, but me and Song Ya..."

Zhao Na bit her teeth and hardened her heart: "Song Ya was the first to follow you, and I am the most valuable woman in our company."

"On odd-numbered days, you flip their tablets to change things up; on even-numbered days, me and Song Ya, one person per day, take turns entering the partition to serve you."

"Isn't this what you're thinking in your heart? Brother Fan, you don't need to hide it. I understand men's little thoughts best!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone stared wide-eyed at Zhao Na.

They had seen shameless people, but never someone who could speak so shamelessly in such a fresh, refined, and righteous manner.

Lily stared viciously at Zhao Na.

On what grounds?

Everyone is a refugee now; on what grounds can Zhao Na still loftily crown herself a legitimate wife?

Song Ya sat by the campfire, her brows tightly furrowed, a trace of disgust flashing in her eyes.

Zhao Na's words directly bound the two of them together; anyone who didn't know better would think that she, Song Ya, was just as shameless as her, Zhao Na.

Lin Fan looked at Zhao Na's face full of anticipation and suddenly laughed.

"Legitimate wife? Taking turns?" Lin Fan casually threw the tattered cloth into the campfire, and the flames instantly swallowed it. "Zhao Na, when I was an intern at the company before, I indeed felt that you were out of reach."

"Every day you stepped on red-bottomed high heels, sprayed perfume worth thousands, and looked at us bottom-tier employees as if you were looking at mice in the sewer."

Hearing this, Zhao Na's heart sank, and an ominous premonition surged into her mind.

"But did you forget, although I was an intern, I have eyes."

"Last month, in order to secure the deal for that plot of land in the south of the city, you stayed in the pot-bellied President Liu's car for two hours, and when you came out, your stockings were even torn."

"At last year's annual meeting, you got drunk and were half-carried and half-hugged into the guest room upstairs at the hotel by the deputy general manager, only coming out the next morning."

"And that bald President Li, the fierce-looking boss Zhao..."

Zhao Na's face turned pale as Lin Fan kept laying it on.

"How rotten your circle is, and how many greasy old men you've slept with, don't you have any idea in your heart?"

Lin Fan's voice wasn't loud, but every word pierced the heart.

"Did you think I didn't write your name because I was leaving the position of legitimate wife for you?"