And it is precisely because Elizabeth is isolated and helpless and is disliked by Monica that she has been buried until now.
I believe that the other three interns, even if they were blind, would not choose someone like Elizabeth as their pawn.
After all, after taking in Elizabeth, the first problem she had to face was...
That is, sponsorship, and...backstage!
An Jingxing has thought of this from the beginning. Now that she has thought of the problem, she will naturally think of a solution.
And she doesn't know many people in Los Angeles, so it's almost impossible to find anyone for help. The only person she can turn to is her husband who just took office a few days ago.
Thinking of the huge debt between me and him, since he is so rich, can I add a little interest and borrow a little more from him?
The night the two had had was a memory that An Jingxing had been trying to forget, so these days she went out early and came back late, avoiding him everywhere.
But what she saw in the company today made her realize that this world is still dominated by money and power. Perhaps that man knew that as long as he left her alone, she would beg him sooner or later.
Is that why you turn a blind eye to what you are doing?
An Jingxing couldn't fathom his thoughts, but at least now it seemed that the man was still on his side every time.
This was the only feasible way, and she had no choice.
*
On the way back to the villa, An Jingxing saw the large supermarket outside the car window. He hesitated for a moment and finally said, "Sir, do you have any US dollars with you?"
With a few hundred dollars borrowed from the driver, An Jingxing went to the supermarket and bought a lot of ingredients. After looking up the recipes online, she started preparing them very early.
Although they had an agreement to marry, she never wanted to create any other emotional debt between them besides money. It was true that she had something to ask of him today, but she would not sell her body.
The only redeeming feature left is probably his cooking skills.
Tang Qianrong had a very tricky mouth. When An Jingxing couldn't figure out his taste, he was often disliked by him. This time, most of the recipes she chose avoided the spices that he didn't eat.
An Jingxing had figured out Tang Qianrong's whereabouts quite accurately recently. As soon as the meal was ready, she heard the voices of nannies saying hello from the door, followed by the footsteps of a man entering the entrance hall.
She hurriedly put the last soup on the table. When Tang Qianrong walked to the living room, An Jingxing walked up to him uncharacteristically and took the coat he took off.
The man raised his eyebrows slightly, glanced at the unusually sumptuous dinner on the table, and said nothing.
The dinner was very quiet. An Jingxing spent the whole meal thinking about how to speak, but finally decided on how to say it. After dinner, Tang Qianrong left his seat and stood up as usual.
An Jingxing knew that this was her last chance. He had his study and bedroom, and because of the experience last time, she never wanted to enter.
Just before Tang Qianrong left the restaurant, An Jingxing finally spoke.
"Mr. Tang, um...actually, I have something to ask you today."
The slender figure paused slightly, but did not turn around.
An Jingxing seized the opportunity and continued: "Can you... lend me some money?"
