Chapter 32 Hang In There

The tingling sensation on Jay's body was gone, replaced by a piercing pain.

"Girl, be gentle. It hurts!

Were you born this rude? No man will dare to marry you if you behave like this."

The moment Jay finished his words, his arm was pinched by sharp fingernails.

"Ouch!" he cried out in pain.

"I'm helping you put on your clothes, three-year-old. No matter how painful it is, you have to bear it!"

"I... I don't need your help. Can't you let me do it?" he asked in a pleading voice.

"No, I'm almost done!" Doris grabbed one of the sleeves and pulled it in the opposite direction.

For a moment, Jay felt like he was about to suffocate.

Was she torturing him like this on purpose? Yes, she had to be. It was obvious that she was a vindictive
woman and someone very hard to get along with.

"I was wrong. Please forgive me, miss!" he finally said. As the heir of the Fang family, he had always
been arrogant and domineering, and he had never imagined that he would give in to a woman one day.

This was his greatest humiliation yet.

Since he had asked for forgiveness, Doris finally softened her movements and got Jay's head out of
the clothes.

When Jay opened his eyes, he saw the woman looking at him with an evil smile.

"Fine, you win. I can't afford to play with you anymore."



"Correct. Don't insult me. I'm just helping you put on your clothes," Doris said, clapping her hands.

This was her personality. She had almost tortured him to death, but she was acting like she had done
him a big favor.

Jay felt like he had walked through a dark place. Now that he had had a narrow escape from this evil
woman, he decided not to provoke her anymore.

He raised his hands and said, "All right, all right. Now get out. I need to change my pants."

"If you don't mind, I can help you with that too!" Doris raised her eyebrows and shot him a wicked grin.

"No, no, no. I can do it myself," Jay said hurriedly. He had been frustrated enough just now, and was
afraid that if she helped him change his pants, his little soldier would never stand up again.

It was better for him to stay away from her for the rest of his life.

With a triumphant smile, Doris leisurely stepped out of the car. Not long after, she heard Jay's listless
voice. "Get back in. Tell me which hotel you want to go to."

After climbing into the backseat, Doris thought for a while and replied, "Yes. Let's go to the Hayworth."

She could go anywhere she wanted since money wasn't a problem for Jay.

Jay nodded and started driving to the Hayworth, the most luxurious hotel in the city.

Most of the guests were business elites who came to eat and drink here. Of course, Doris had
suggested this hotel because she wanted to rip off Jay, but she hadn't expected him to agree so
readily.

On the way, she kept looking him up and down secretly from the backseat.



Maybe it was because he had been wet, but with his fresh face and his half-dry hair, he looked clean,
giving off a sense of warmth.

On closer inspection, this man was actually very handsome.

"Stop looking at me, girl. I'm afraid you won't be able to forget me," Jay said casually, looking at Doris
through the rearview mirror.

The truth was, he had always liked women with personality.

But this woman was so unique that he didn't know if he could handle her.

It was better to stay away from something that he couldn't control.

"Oh, please! I don't like you at all. It's not like I want to have nightmares at night!" Doris said with
disgust and quickly looked away.

Jay just smirked to himself without saying anything.

When they arrived at the Hayworth, there were many business elites walking around the hotel in
groups, talking and heading to their private rooms.

Doris had never been here before, but in order to fit in, she tried to stand straight.

Although she was not very beautiful, her temperament was absolutely enough to attract the crowd.

However, despite her confidence in the way she carried herself, she found that no one seemed to have
noticed her.

But as for the man beside her... Everyone was greeting him warmly.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Fang."



"Long time no see, Mr. Fang."

"Mr. Fang, I know a pretty girl. When are you available? How about we have a little get-together
sometime?"

"Wow! It's Mr. Fang. He is so handsome!"

Elites from various walks of life, celebrities, and many other people that Doris didn't know all came to
greet the man beside her.

Doris suddenly felt distressed. It seemed that the man whom she called 'three-year-old' was not just an
ordinary man.

"Hey, what's your name? Fang?" she asked, trotting after him.

With his hands in his pockets, Jay just kept walking forward without answering.

"Just tell me! Why are you so popular?" Doris didn't take too kindly to being ignored, so she continued
to ask him.

"Hey... Shut up!" Jay growled.

"Fine, I will, three-year-old, can you tell me why they all scrambled to greet you but ignored me?" Doris
asked. Then, as if struck by sudden enlightenment, she said, "Oh. Maybe I'm too aloof to approach."

Hearing what Doris said, Jay burst into laughter. He had seen all kinds of women, but no one as weird
as Doris.

Sometimes, she was malicious, and sometimes, she was invincible. But now...she was just plain
narcissistic!



"What are you laughing at?" Doris asked seriously.

"Do you want to attract others' attention?" Jay asked with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Doris nodded. "Yes."

Her greatest dream in life was to be an actress, a famous one. Therefore, from a young age, she had
tried very hard to attract people's attention every time she walked into a room. When she was in her
last year in high school, she had told her teacher that she wanted to enter the film academy. However,
her teacher's earnest words had shattered her dream.

Her teacher had said, "Doris, you are a very beautiful girl. But the acting profession is not suitable for
everyone. It's not for people who don't know how to build themselves up, or people who don't have any
social relations, or people who can't bear to suffer a loss..."

Hearing this, Doris had been so angry that she had almost cried out.

But her teacher had just sighed and said, "I'm your teacher. If I didn't tell you your merits and demerits
and let you pursue the wrong profession, I wouldn't be doing my job right. Doris, study hard, be a good
person, and find a good job. That's your whole life."


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