Mr. Ling, Be Good and Pamper Me

Bai Ruochu met a great guy at a bar, then threw up all over him that very night. When she woke up again, she pulled out eighty yuan to mourn the youth she'd lost the night before. Ling Cichen clutched the eighty yuan and vowed that if they ever crossed paths again, he'd pull out every last one of her little claws. Who knew she would end up as his subordinate? And she… didn't recognize him. Subordinate A: “Mr. Ling, there's a problem! Madam stewed the golden arowana you've raised for ten years!” Ling Cichen's hand trembled almost imperceptibly. “It's fine, as long as she likes it.” Subordinate B: “Mr. Ling, there's a problem! Madam beat that scumbag into the hospital.” Ling Cichen was quite pleased. “It's fine. I'll pay the medical bills.” Subordinate C: “Mr. Ling, there's a problem! Madam spent your money to buy ten islands…” Ling Cichen remained calm. “If she likes them…” “Madam says she wants to keep ten men, one on each island…” “She wouldn't dare!”