"Your ex-husband is in deep trouble right now and has no time for you. He's exposed all the senators he worked with and is now busy arresting those who committed corruption. He's not much better, having exposed some of Hollywood's problems, so he doesn't have time for you." Emma sat down and took out a cigarette and lit it. As a college student, she had already learned to smoke. And as a genius, smoking and drinking were quite enjoyable forms of entertainment, as long as she didn't have sex with her boyfriend.
Rebecca took out two bottles of beer, opened them, and handed one to her cousin. "That's good. Is he crazy? How could he do such a thing? This is good. It prevents him from staring at me any longer." She said this with a hint of relief that she had no feelings for her ex-husband.
Emma sniffed and looked at her beer. "Did you have sex with that man here last night?"
Rebecca blushed. "Do you have a dog nose? He came over last night, and I don't know how, I ended up sleeping with him. His penis is huge, bigger than most men's. He promised me that he would support my acting career."
The two sisters had nothing to hide. Rebecca provided much of Emma's funding, and they had a good relationship. At least Emma's family didn't want her to take expensive ballet classes. It was all thanks to Rebecca's support, so the two sisters had always had a good relationship. It was just that their mothers had some conflicts, so they didn't see each other often.
Emma picked up her beer and blew into it, feeling a bit heroic. She finished the beer and smoked a cigarette, puffing smoke rings with delight. "I've looked into that man, but there's not much information. I don't know the details, but it's true he's very wealthy. No one knows where his money comes from. He acquired Marvel Comics and Blizzard Entertainment. He spent nearly four billion, just to buy two companies. I don't understand what he's trying to do."
Rebecca's eyes flickered. "Four billion? US dollars?"
"Of course, what else do you expect?" Emma found it a bit amusing. What else could you buy here without US dollars?
"He seems like an acceptable man. Maybe he'll come tonight. Do you have any money left? He gave me fifty thousand last night, and I don't need that much anyway." Rebecca took twenty thousand in cash from her room and handed it to her cousin. She was never stingy with her cousin.
Emma didn't hesitate, stuffing the twenty thousand yuan into her backpack. A hint of reluctance crossed her pretty face. "You're going overseas with him, right?"
"If he needs me, I'll go. Otherwise, I can't stay here. A woman always needs a man; one is enough." Rebecca took out her last two cigarettes, giving one to her cousin and one to herself.
Ding-dong, the doorbell rang. Rebecca was about to say something, but when she reached the front door, she saw the man who had driven her to ecstasy last night through the peephole. Without hesitation, she opened the door.
Zhao An came in with two bags, both filled with beer and food.
"Working overtime tonight?"
"Sure." Rebecca smiled. She had no resistance to this man at all. She didn't know why, but she had no intention of objecting to anything he said, and she couldn't muster the energy to do so. It was truly strange.
Entering the living room, she saw Emma smoking. The sight of the blond, ponytailed beauty before her immediately caught her eye. "What a sight!" she thought. "What a beauty!" That rebellious aura was perfectly expressed. And yet, it also contained a certain intelligence. The two distinct qualities blended into a kind of aloofness, a solemn pride, a red rose that one could only want to conquer, a red rose with thorns!
"Hello, Zhao An," Zhao An said, extending his hand, a gentle smile on his face.
Emma simply glanced at Zhao An, frowning at his friendliness. She extended her delicate hand and shook his, a touch that lasted less than a second. "You're a liar. My name is Emma."
"I never lie, and I don't need to. With my current status and wealth, I don't need to. You have a unique aura. I imagine you're a woman with a story. How about a drink for our new friend?" Zhao An opened three bottles of beer with his bare hands and handed one over.
Emma's eyes flickered at the sight of her barehanded beer bottle cap. She took the beer and asked curiously, "How did you do that?"
"It's so easy, it's not difficult at all. First, you need a strong physique, then nimble hands." Zhao An demonstrated again, effortlessly and without any pressure.
Emma frowned, skeptical of Zhao An. She picked up an unopened bottle of beer and tried to open it with her bare hands, but failed. "According to the principles of physics, it should be possible. Are you strong enough?"
"You can try." Zhao An picked up the bottle and smiled, ignoring the other's questioning.
"Emma is my cousin. She's very smart, an engineering major, and a great ballet dancer," Rebecca introduced as she sat next to Zhao An. For some reason, it seemed as if she'd changed the moment she met Zhao An. She seemed to be more focused on him, less assertive.
"I know it's rare to find women majoring in engineering, let alone beautiful women. I've also studied engineering, and the factories of the future will undoubtedly be all mechanized assembly lines. The focus of machines is very cheap labor, and this kind of labor has a very low chance of failure. It's more reliable than manual labor, and leaving repetitive and boring tasks to machines is actually more effective." Zhao An put his arm around Rebecca's waist and spoke with the grace of a doctor in a professional field.
"Be good to my cousin, I hope you're not a liar." Emma said, and prepared to leave, not forgetting to pick up the stun gun on the table. She didn't want to be a third wheel here. She knew that passionate men and women would inevitably do something fancy together. Not having sex was just because the man was impotent. A strong man wouldn't leave a charming model alone. So it was best to leave as soon as possible. She didn't want to eavesdrop, and she didn't have the habit of doing so.