Inoue Keiko felt so happy she could fly. She had never imagined that one day, a magnate would be scrubbing her back. It was a scene that hadn't even appeared in her wildest dreams. She was instantly and deeply attracted to the outstanding qualities of Chinese men.
"Compared to Chinese men, our men from Japan are far inferior," she murmured in the bath, which Sun Dasheng happened to overhear.
His large hands pressed against her hips as he said, "Then you should introduce more high-quality Japanese girls to come over here and enjoy themselves, since the men in your own country don't cherish you anyway."
"Huh! Really?"
Sun Dasheng was just shooting his mouth off, but Inoue Keiko took him seriously and began to contemplate the idea's feasibility.
"Mr. Sun, what do you think about me staying in China to pursue this as a career after I graduate?"
"Uh..."
