Rong Yan still maintained a smile on her face, and though her expression was calm, her heart was beating fast as if it was about to fly out if she opened her mouth
He fixed his calm and indifferent eyes at her. Rong Yan's hands, that were placed under the bedsheet, unknowingly clenched. She did not feel any pain when her fingernails dug into her palms and pierced through her skin.
It was not until she felt a sudden burning pain from the left side of her face that her tensed heart relaxed.
It was okay. It was okay. If he did not hit her, she really could not be sure of what the man was thinking. However… since he hit her himself, it proved that she might… not die.
People who showed their anger were always easier to deal with than those who hid their emotions.
It was said that Liancheng Yazhi had an indifferent personality and that only a few people could make him angry, make him give them another glance, and make him care. He was always cruel to things he did not care about.
But since she could make such a calm man angry, it showed just how much of an influence she still had over him. If he did not care, he would not even want to hit her.
Sure enough, she heard him say, "I never beat women. You are the first."
Rong Yan stuck out her tongue, a sweet smile on her face as she licked the blood from the corner of her lips. Ignoring the burning pain on her cheek, she said with a smile, "Thank you, I'm very honored."
She had to risk it all. A woman who was willing to risk everything did not need self-respect, dignity, and even pride.
Were those things valuable? Could it fill one's stomach? Could it save lives?
No.
Therefore, Rong Yan would never waste any of her feelings for something worthless.
The murderous look in Liancheng Yazhi's eyes disappeared in an instant. It was useless to say anything else. "Tell me, what do you want?"
A few moments later, his anger disappeared. His sharp gaze seemed to see through Rong Yan's thoughts, making all her thoughts unable to escape from him.
Rong Yan shrugged. She had nothing to hide. Her purpose had always been only one thing—money.
"What do you think I need, Mr. Liancheng? I'm just a woman who is out to sell herself. What I want, of course, is your money."
Before Rong Yan could even strive for one possibility out of a thousand or even tens of thousands, she tried to make herself seem like a cheap hostess in a nightclub or a bar just to make him angry and confused.
But in front of this man, she could only be careful and cautious. He was a demon who had cultivated himself into an immortal, and she was just a young fox out of its den.
Liancheng Yazhi was like a falcon, his eyes were sharp and it seemed like he could easily tear the woman into pieces with his sharp beak. "You are brave enough to stay until now."
"That's because Mr. Liancheng is desirable. I can't even find any other man who is richer, younger, and more promising than Mr. Liancheng. So, for you, having some courage is necessary." Rong Yan's red lips were enchanting as she smiled. She looked very materialistic, standing in front of him and saying without any shame that her only purpose was money.
Liancheng Yazhi did not hide the disgust on his face. It was as if he was looking at a fly. He sneered, "Are you so sure that I will agree?"
It was for the first time he had met such a shameless woman who dared to be calculating with him.
'Good. She wanted money, didn't she? Let's see if she could afford to have it!'
Liancheng Yazhi called his secretary…
About twenty minutes later, Secretary Zhou sent a contract over at the fastest speed. Bowing, he handed it to Liancheng Yazhi. "Young Master."
After they had placed the contract in front of Rong Yan, she quickly scanned through it and signed her name.
Party B: Rong Yan.
Two beautiful Chinese characters were written on the white paper. It was like an imprint after being branded, which was hard to remove.
With that, Rong Yan's contract for 'service' between her and Liancheng took effect.
She was a young woman at the prime of her youth, but she embarked on a path she had once thoroughly despised.
A mistress was really an old and long-standing career.
The content of the contract was simple and was roughly divided into seven articles.
One: Party A may call Party B at any time, but Party B shall never call Party A.
Two: Party B's phone shall be kept on for 24 hours and be on call at all times. No matter where or what Party B is doing, Party B must immediately rush over as long as Party A has given orders.
Three: Once out of the door, Party A and Party B will remain as strangers. Party B must not cause trouble to Party A.
Four: Once the game starts, it can only end when Party A says so.
Five: Party A shall transfer five hundred thousand dollars to Party B's account every month until the contract ends…
Six: No entangling after the contract ends.
Seven: During the term of the contract, Party B shall obey Party A, and shall bear the consequences if there are any violations.
Five hundred thousand dollars was not even considered money for Liancheng Yazhi, and this was the lowest price among all his women. He thought that Rong Yan was only worthy of this price.
For men, women who throw themselves at men are always cheap.
But this was considered a lot of money for Rong Yan. A lot, a lot…
Liancheng Yazhi's eyes swept over the signature on the bottom right corner of the A4 paper… Rong Yan. It was only then that he found out that her name was Rong Yan.
It was such a nice name. But being the dirty woman that she was, it was all ruined.
Liancheng Yazhi looked at her, and as if he was an executioner from the ancient times who was allowing the prisoner to speak her last words, he asked, "You don't need to think about it?"
"No, it's very fair. Mr. Liancheng, I hope we have a pleasant cooperation." Rong Yan extended her hand to Liancheng Yazhi.
"…"
Liancheng Yazhi did not reach out his hand for a shake but only threw her a cold gaze.
Pleasant? He was not happy. After this woman had plotted a scheme against him, he felt no happiness.
Seeing her, it would remind Liancheng Yazhi that everything he did in his life was smooth sailing, and people who admired him were always around. Although many women wanted to have a relationship with him, no one dared to trick him.
Rong Yan did not feel embarrassed. She shrugged and drew back her hand. "It's almost dawn. Mr. Liancheng, have a good rest. I'm leaving. You can call me anytime in the future. I promise I will be on call at all times."
Secretary Zhou, who had been standing behind Liancheng Yazhi and acting like he was air, handed over a bag. "Miss Rong, these are your clothes."
Rong Yan glanced at the brand and wanted to whistle. It was the season's new dress from Dior. Taking it, she smiled. "Thank you."
Rong Yan took a bath, and she put on the dress Secretary Zhou had prepared. Although her body still felt uncomfortable and hurt a lot… It felt much better. At least it mentally relieved her of a lot of pain.
In the future, she needed to be in constant contact with Liancheng Yazhi and these things were inevitable. She would get used to the pain, eventually.
The gray sleeveless dress was low-cut, and it showed a little fair and tender scenery. Her skin was as white as snow, making the marks on her chest even more eye-catching, but she couldn't care less.
The curve of her waist was beautiful and moving, slender like willows in early spring. The swinging of her waist when she walked could really captivate people's souls.
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