She restrained the excitent in her heart, kneeled on the bed, slowly crawled toward him, and approached him in a humble yet alluring manner.
"From now on, I am your woman...."
Her hand gently landed on his chest, slipping inside his collar. His skin was cool, emanating a chill. Her fingertips trembled, whether from fear or excitent, she didn’t know...
He made no move.
Instead, this encouraged her; she took the right step.
Which man in this world isn’t tempted by beauty? Pei Qinghan was no exception. He was a normal man with normal physical needs. As long as she put all her effort into it, making him never able to leave her again...she would eventually regain everything she had lost, step by step.
At this mont, she even thought proudly to herself, didn’t he love Ji Yunya a lot? Once she completely possessed him, she would drive Ji Yunya out of his heart, leaving only her, and only her.
However, that smile suddenly froze at the corner of her lips.
Because her wrist was grabbed by a large hand, and the grip was so strong that it seed to make her bones go limp with pain.
She frowned and looked over, seeing his eyes, as cold as winter snow, instantly filling the entire room.
Involuntarily, she shivered.
"You want to be my woman?" His voice had a slight upward lilt, inexplicably adding a seductive taste to the night air.
It made one’s heart itch.
"Don’t you like it?" Her voice was enchanting and bone-chilling, and her beautiful eyes shimred with a watery luster.
The man slightly curled his lips, his expression indifferent and cold, "You... are not qualified."
He gently flicked his hand, and she rolled and crawled off the bed, landing on the ground in an extrely awkward posture.
The fall made her dizzy and seeing stars.
Impossible...
She scread in her heart. He pushed her away, saying she wasn’t qualified to be his woman?
Then who is qualified? Ji Yunya?
Ha... This woman ruined everything she had. Now, she wants to take away the only man she likes, taking everything from her. At this mont, a monstrous resentnt surged in her heart.
The man squatted in front of her, lifted her chin with his cold hand, and his gaze was one of condescension, carrying a high disdain and mockery that deeply pierced her heart.
"I don’t have that much patience. I’ll give you three days: either obediently draw out the people behind you, or die!"
The word "die" was spoken so coldly, so rcilessly.
She looked at the man in front of her and suddenly smiled.
What is ant by ’you reap what you sow’?
——
Standing in front of the private room door, she picked up a mirror to touch up her makeup. Looking at the person in the mirror, although not stunning, she was still a graceful beauty.
Taking a deep breath, Xue Chengcheng pushed open the private room door.
Inside was a noisy scene. She saw several n sitting on the sofa, each surrounded by one or two won. Those greasy hands road over the won’s bodies, and the won laughed coquettishly.
Only one man was an exception.
He sat in the center, drinking from a wine glass. Although he looked quite ordinary, there was just sothing different about him.
He was clearly different from these nouveau riche gluttons.
This man was her target today, a coal boss with a political background, soone who could help her turn things around.
Steeling herself, she walked toward the man.
Seeing her enter, those won all gave hostile looks, fearing she would steal their business. But seeing her walking toward that man, they laughed gloatingly.
This Boss Liu was a hot potato, rich and powerful, yes, but back then, many people wanted to climb up to him to soar to great heights. However, this man had a wife aner than a shrew, who ca here several tis looking for a fight. A few won who drank with Boss Liu were terribly dealt with by his wife, and one is still lying in the hospital now.
No matter how rich or powerful, life is more important. No one dared accompany him, no matter how big the tips were.
"Boss Liu, hello, may I sit beside you?" Xue Chengcheng politely asked.
The man lifted his gaze, looked at her, and nodded in agreent.
"Thank you." She sat down beside him.
"Can you drink?" the man asked.
"A little," she replied.
"Good." The man placed a beer glass in front of her.
She picked it up and downed it in one go, replacing the glass without a change in her expression.
In this line of work, not being able to drink ans not making it. She had no idea how much she vomited before she trained herself in the art of drinking.
The man’s eyebrow slightly arched, giving her an unexpected look: "Not bad."
Another glass was placed in front of her. She picked it up without hesitation, looked at the man and asked, "If I drink this, can you give a role? No matter how big or small, just a role."
The man smiled but did not make any promises.
One drink after another, until finally, cheers were all around her. She began to feel dizzy but kept pouring it down her throat relentlessly. The room was full of people enjoying the spectacle.
Soti later, people in the private room dispersed, and she clung to a trash can, vomiting violently.
A glass of warm water was handed to her. In a daze, she looked up, seeing the man’s silent profile, seeming both mysterious and nacing under the reflected light.
"Warm your stomach."
She took it, sipping slowly. The warm water soothed her fiery stomach a great deal.
The man sat on the sofa, lighting a cigarette.
After finishing the glass of water and hesitating for a while, she crawled over to him, knelt in front of him, and reached her hand toward his waist...
Isn’t this what these people want? As long as she could trade it for a role, she didn’t care. Now she didn’t care about anything...
The man suddenly grabbed her hand and looked down at her.
Was it an illusion?
In the depths of those eyes, she seed to see a trace of warmth that disappeared without a trace almost instantly.
"No need."
He said.
She bit her lip in grievance: "Are you dissatisfied with ?"
The man wasn’t buying it. He took a wad of CNY from his wallet and handed it to her: "Take it."
What was this for?
Her fingertips trembled. At this mont, a sense of humiliation spread all over her body. What was the difference between her and those won selling their bodies?
"Not enough?" The man took out another stack and stuffed it into her hand.
"Buy so clothes and supplents."
She grasped the money so tight it pained her fingers.
The man got up, taking his coat to leave.
She stood up, following behind him.
The man looked at her and smiled: "What’s your na?"
So he didn’t know who she was at all?
She pursed her lips: "Xue Chengcheng."
"Clear and bright, a good na. I rember you now."
With these words, he turned to leave.
At this mont, a person rushed in, anxiously saying: "President Liu, it’s not good, the madam is here, she’s almost at the door. You better hide...."
The man frowned.
Xue Chengcheng thought to herself, is the wife here? Perhaps tomorrow there would be a prominent headline — "Wife Beats Up the Mistress, Forr Star Falls to This Point!"
"Xue Chengcheng Seriously Injured and Hospitalized — Suspected Caught Cheating"
Disgraceful enough to reach the Pacific Ocean.
Just as she was sarcastically thinking this, she was suddenly picked up by the man. Surprised, she looked up to see him carrying her toward the inner lounge, saying as he walked: "Sorry, I’ll compensate you double later."
This room was specially prepared for guests, an octagonal room without windows, dimly lit, filled with an ambiguous and passionate atmosphere.
The large waterbed made a "splashing" sound the mont soone lay on it, as if she had fallen into the water when her back touched it.
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