Yue Linze felt that Zhou Ying’s smug look was extremely punchable, but he did have a favor to ask, so he could only endure it. He was silent for a moment, briefly recounting the events at the hotpot restaurant, and looking at Zhou Ying deep in thought, he slowly asked: “The equipment will be repaired in a few days, but she’s been avoiding me this whole time. What should I do?”
Zhou Ying was shocked after hearing the story: “She actually refused you? Just a psychologist, actually refusing our mighty President Yue?”
“I didn’t come here to listen to your nonsense,” Yue Linze frowned.
Zhou Ying stared at him for a while, and couldn’t help but laugh: “Yue Linze, oh Yue Linze, you’ve actually ended up like this? I’ve created such a good opportunity for you, yet you still haven’t succeeded.”
Yue Linze’s face turned cold as he stood to leave, but Zhou Ying quickly pressed him back down, saying with a laugh: “Don’t be angry, I’m helping you think of a solution.”
“Five minutes,” Yue Linze said coldly.
Zhou Ying’s mouth twitched, suddenly feeling pressured. Gritting his teeth and thinking hard, he hesitantly said: “She can even refuse someone like you, seems like the type who views money as dirt. She’s a tough woman. The best approach would be to conquer her psychologically.”
“Let me remind you, she is a psychologist,” Yue Linze said slowly.
Zhou Ying choked for a moment, then with difficulty said: “That’s not important. Before being a psychologist, she’s first a woman. Any woman will have a moment when she can be moved.”
Yue Linze thought this made sense and quietly listened.
Seeing his humble attitude, Zhou Ying immediately became proud: “This type of woman most needs sincerity. But I estimate you can’t do something like cooking her three meals a day and constantly pandering to her. Just set up a plan, like a heroic rescue or something to make her instantly fall for you. What do you think?”
“I don’t think much of that,” Yue Linze stood up, “Fact proves coming to you is a waste of time.”
