Mistakenly Added the Ice Prince CEO to Family Chat... Now He Won't Stop Talking!
Chapter 25: This CEO Really Knows How to Play!

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Luo He's words exploded in Bai Tao's heart like a bomb, sending her into a whirlwind of excitement. The surprise was so sudden that she was at a loss for a moment, her face turning red, eyes sparkling with uncontrollable joy.

Luo He looked at Bai Tao and instantly furrowed his brows, a sour feeling rising in his chest. "Well, well, so eager? Does that mean you can't stand me or Enchant Beauty?"

"You're excited?" Luo He's voice inadvertently grew colder, laced with a hint of curiosity.

Bai Tao's heart skipped a beat, and she silently cursed herself. Realizing her slip, she quickly shook her head, a bright smile plastered on her face. "No, no! How could that be? Enchant Beauty's working environment is so great, and the benefits are excellent. Why would I want to be fired?"

"Really?" Luo He crossed his arms, his eyes sharp as daggers, seeing through Bai Tao's facade and coldly asking.

"Of course! My classmates are jealous of my job, and my family is proud of me. If you fire me, my life would be over," Bai Tao said, acting with exaggerated sincerity, while secretly observing Luo He's reaction.

Luo He's lips curled into a sly smile, carrying a deeper meaning. "Don't worry, I won't fire you! Absolutely not!"

Bai Tao shuddered slightly, realizing with a start: He's trying to tie me down to Enchant Beauty!

"President Luo, please reconsider..." Bai Tao's voice carried a note of pleading. She knew that if the plan failed, Luo He's revenge would be unbearable.

Luo He decisively shook his head, his eyes filled with unwavering resolve. "Donate! It must be done!"

"You really should think it through," Bai Tao urged, her eyes reddening from anxiety, her voice trembling.

Luo He looked at her, seeing her panic, and a strange sense of satisfaction bubbled up inside him—like a child who had found a new toy. "For you, 20 million is nothing!"

"Uh..." Bai Tao was stunned. What does he mean by 'for you'? Why does it feel like I'm the prey in a hunter's trap, and Luo He is about to start playing with me again?

"President Luo, this is not a joke. You have to think about the company's future. This plan isn't mature!" Bai Tao clenched her hands, trying to make him reconsider.

But the more she resisted, the more determined Luo He became. Not for any other reason, but simply for the fun of it. He had the money, and he was being reckless! 20 million was nothing to him, and while he wouldn't waste it recklessly, donating for charity both helped others and entertained him. Why not?

Luo He smiled faintly, his long fingers lightly resting on his chin, his eyes filled with affection as he looked at Bai Tao. "But you said, if the company were yours, you'd donate. I trust you."

Bai Tao sighed inwardly, knowing this was just another trick of his! She quickly avoided his captivating gaze, focusing on his sharp nose instead. "President Luo, have you heard that interview story?"

"Mm?" Luo He raised an eyebrow, a hint of curiosity flickering in his eyes. Seeing that Bai Tao had stopped speaking, he urged, "Then what happened?"

Bai Tao, seeing that Luo He was unfamiliar with the story, continued. "A reporter once asked an old man, 'If you had a million, would you donate it?' The old man nodded and said yes. The reporter asked again, 'How about ten million?' The old man still said yes. A hundred million? The old man patted his chest and said, 'A billion would be fine!'"

She paused for a moment, letting the suspense build. Luo He, now fully engaged, asked, "Then what happened?"

"Then the reporter asked, 'What if you had a car?'" Bai Tao paused again, teasing Luo He, before finishing, "The old man shook his head."

"Why?" Luo He asked, his eyes wide in disbelief. He would donate a hundred million but not a car?

Bai Tao took her time before answering. "Because... he already had a car."

"Mm?" Luo He blinked, momentarily confused, before bursting out laughing. His laugh was clear and bright, a sound of pure enjoyment.

As the laughter died down, Luo He's expression suddenly shifted, his eyes sharp as he fixed his gaze on Bai Tao. "So, what you mean is... you're only willing to donate because the company isn't yours?"

Bai Tao rolled her eyes inwardly. Good grief, how slow was his reaction?

"So, are you still going to donate?" Bai Tao asked, testing him.

Luo He's cheeks flushed slightly, and he bit his lip, his gaze intense as he stared at Bai Tao. After a long pause, he suddenly smiled again.

Bai Tao was puzzled by his shifting expression, unsure of what to make of it. She had to admit that she likes to see Luo He smile, but his mood changed as quickly as the weather in June, making it hard to keep up.

"Donate!" Luo He said, his voice firm and decisive.

Bai Tao's eyes widened in disbelief. He's still going to donate? After I made everything so clear, he's still insisting? This is madness!

"Why?" she asked, unable to hold back.

"Because it's your proposal," Luo He answered matter-of-factly.

Bai Tao stared at him, her mind reeling with confusion. What kind of logic is this???

"Your proposal, I have to take it seriously. Otherwise, what would people think of you?" Luo He winked, his eyes full of affection.

"I can live without face," Bai Tao quickly responded. "I don't care what others think."

"But I care!" Luo He's voice was soft, like a spring breeze, stirring Bai Tao's heart.

Bai Tao's heart fluttered, her mind urging herself to stay focused. Stay clear-headed!

"President Luo, let's stop joking around. This is crucial to the company's future, it's really important, it can't be a joke." Bai Tao's expression turned serious as she tried to bring Luo He back to reason.

"How important?" Luo He tilted his head, his interest piqued.

"Uh... Very, very important!" Bai Tao stressed.

"But not as important as you," Luo He said softly, looking at her with unwavering intensity.

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