Married to a Millionaire

Chapter 2

In the rented black Volkswagen sedan, Lisa looked at the small road ahead through his sunglasses.

It was a cement road that could barely accommodate half a sedan, winding ahead in an endless hilly basin. The reform and opening up had brought earth-shattering changes to most cities, but for these hilly areas, the biggest improvement was probably this narrow cement road.

Old Master had said that Kim's family lived in a remote mountain valley. Lisa had imagined some deep mountainous area where villagers would have to climb over mountains and cross rivers or take boats to get there. But now that they were here, he realized the situation was better than he had expected. Judging from the number of bread trucks that passed by occasionally, the local residents here at least had no issues with food and clothing.

Now the car drove into a small village. A group of ducks was waddling across the road ahead of them, so they had to wait.

As his gaze swept past several local onlookers nearby, Lisa closed his eyes again.

He felt a little tired. They had set off in the morning, flown for three hours, then driven by car for five hours after getting off the plane. He was told there was still half an hour's drive to the destination. It was already past three o'clock in the afternoon. If he could not persuade Jennie Kim to return with him to the capital today, he would have to stay overnight here and continue persuading tomorrow.

His body was tired, and so was his heart.

Jennie was indeed very beautiful, but she had dropped out of school after finishing junior high. What common topics could he, a woman with only a junior high education, have with him? For his marriage partner, Lisa did not have high standards, but she should at least have gone to college, right?

Speaking rationally, Lisa did not have any hope for his marriage with Jennie. But Old Master's illness was urgent, and Lisa did not dare to defy him. He had to fulfill Old Master's long cherished wish. However, Lisa did not want to make a hasty decision about his own marriage...

He tapped the briefcase on his lap and slowly opened his eyes. Behind the sunglasses, the man's dark eyes were deep and calm.

Because of similar congestion caused by "ducks" on the road, it was past four o'clock in the afternoon when the black Volkswagen finally drove into an even smaller village. The village was surrounded by rolling hills, high and low. The dozen or so families were sparsely scattered about. There were some small two-story tiled houses, as well as some two-story brick houses. The local climate was damp and hot, so most residents lived on the second floor.

"President Manoban, that is the Kim's house."

The driver stopped the car and pointed to the two-story brick house with some history in the northwest corner, saying, "Is Miss Kim home?" He was also one of Old Master Manoban's bodyguards. It was him who had flown here from afar and secretly taken those photos that Lisa had seen earlier. Naturally, he was here to guide Lisa this time.

Lisa hmm-ed.

The driver coughed awkwardly and explained, "President Manoban, the dirt road over there is hard to walk on. We can only go over on foot."

Lisa glanced at him but did not say anything. He picked up his briefcase, pushed open the door and got out of the car.

The man's polished leather shoes shone brightly. As soon as he stepped onto the only gray cement road here, a thin layer of dust immediately settled on them. Lisa paid no attention to it and followed the driver off the cement road, walking towards their destination.

The Kim residence had a fence made of rattan. The rattan was not even as tall as Lisa's legs. Lisa stopped at the gate and swiftly surveyed the small farm yard. Vegetable plots were planted on both sides, and a few native chickens lay scattered about the yard. Seeing them, the chickens did not panic but just turned their necks.