Chapter 165: A Clever Woman
Whose bathroom is bigger than their bedroom and equipped with all sorts of recreational anities? If the person is poor, we call it frivolousness. If the person is rich, we call it the playful taste of a playboy or the refined interest of the wealthy. Wang Siming, known for his lecherousness, excelled in this area, making his bathroom uniquely extravagant.
Zhang Yi, ever polite, didn’t demand to check Yang Siya upon entry. However, for safety reasons, he felt he had no choice but to thoroughly inspect her once she was clean, ensuring she had no hidden weapons or poison. This was a matter of principle, and no one was exempt.
Inside the spacious bathroom, over 80 square ters with a massive gold-plated massage bathtub resembling a fish pond, Yang Siya turned on the water, letting it flow over her body. She sighed with relief, savoring the long-missed comfort of a hot bath. Such luxuries seed mundane until they were lost. For soone who valued beauty and cleanliness, being unable to bathe was akin to torture.
As the hot water soaked her hair and washed over her delicate face, she felt warm and relaxed. Yet her mind remained active. From the mont she entered this villa, she had been contemplating her next move. Encountering Zhang Yi in this desperate situation, she decided to gamble with the only asset she had left—her body, which many n dread of.
In the face of life and death, many things can be set aside. Yang Siya found herself sowhat relieved upon eting Zhang Yi. Despite his dangerous aura, he was handso and tall, far from the ugly old n she had feared.
"If it’s with this man, staying with him for a while might not be such a loss," she thought, a resigned smile on her lips.
Given the choice, she wouldn’t be doing this. Unlike many in the entertainnt industry who climbed up using the casting couch, Yang Siya relied on her abilities and her family’s prominent background in Beijing. Even though she had been married, her body and spirit remained clean.
"I’ve decided. I’ll talk to him and ask him to stay here for a while. I’m prepared to offer sothing in return," she murmured, embracing herself under the hot water.
"I just need soone to protect , provide food and shelter. Once the snow disaster ends, I’ll leave, and no one will know. I’ll still be the dazzling star," she said with newfound determination.
After a while, Yang Siya erged from the bathroom, her wet hair draped over her shoulders like a lotus flower blooming from the water.
"Zhang Yi, can you let stay here?" she asked, looking pitiful. "I’m weak, and in this harsh environnt, it’s hard to survive alone. I need a man to protect . Don’t worry, I won’t trouble you for long. Once the snow disaster ends, I’ll leave, and this mory will remain just between us."
Her sincerity was a strategic move, hoping to secure Zhang Yi’s protection.
Zhang Yi raised an eyebrow, impressed by her approach. "She’s a clever woman. This makes things easier," he thought. He disliked foolish won who often acted like saints and caused trouble. Yang Siya, understanding the transactional nature of using her body for survival, made things straightforward. This way, Zhang Yi didn’t have to waste ti on false emotional exchanges.
He needed companionship to fulfill his fantasies as a fan and to bring life to the empty house. With Yang Siya and Zhou Ke’er, two intelligent beauties, his life wouldn’t be dull. Even playing cards would be more fun.
"This is a fair deal," Zhang Yi thought, enjoying the simplicity of it. He appreciated Yang Siya’s pragmatic approach.
Yang Siya, hoping the world would return to normal so her efforts wouldn’t be wasted, bit her lip. "The world will return to normal," she insisted, gazing at the snow outside.
Zhang Yi shrugged. "It’s unlikely. Even if the ice age ends, the world won’t be the sa."
Yang Siya remained hopeful. "If it doesn’t, all my efforts would be in vain."
Zhang Yi didn’t mind her hope. If she chose to leave one day, he’d rember the good tis they shared. There were many obedient and understanding girls outside; he wouldn’t dwell on her departure. In the apocalypse, he lived for the present.
Seeing her intentions clearly, Zhang Yi decided not to waste ti on emotional pretense. "Alright, you can stay, but in my house, you must follow my rules. That’s a basic principle," he said firmly, his seriousness unchanged regardless of who she was.
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