Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
“No way!” The security guard refused to budge, his face expressionless and uncompromising. Song Wenxin stood there feeling anxious and frustrated.
While she was arguing with the security guard, a black Rolls-Royce approached slowly and stopped at the main gate.
The security guard immediately clicked open the auto gate.
However, the sports car did not drive through. Instead, a window was wound down.
Framed within that window was an exceptionally good-looking face.
“Hey… did you mean what you said last night?” Song Wenxin ran up to him, speaking softly.
He did say, the night before, that she could look him up if she needed help!
“Get in!” he ordered after casting a glance at the passenger seat.
Nodding, Song Wenxin opened the car door and stepped in, sitting in the passenger seat beside him.
The sports car drove slowly into the villa’s grounds.
The security guard, witnessing what had just transpired, stood stunned beyond words.
Did that woman just get into the boss’ car?
This was Earth-shattering breaking news, indeed. In all the years that he had been on the job, neither he nor any of his colleagues had seen a woman in Jiang Beihan’s car!
…
The sports car was driven into the garage before coming to a complete stop.
With no intention of alighting, Jiang Beihan turned in his seat to look at her.
“What is it?”
“I need your help with a matter!” Song Wenxin, never imagining that she would have the audacity to approach a man, whom she had just met, for help!
“Tell me.”
“Our family’s traditional medicine business has been set up by somebody claiming that we have been manufacturing and selling fake medicine. They have arrested my brother. Please help me!” Clutching her knees uneasily with her hands, Song Wenxin did not dare look him in the eyes.
The aura of this man was too overpowering…
“Sure.” Song Wenxin was surprised that he had agreed to help her so casually and quickly, without even having to think through the specifics.
“That’s fantastic; thank you!” Upon his agreement to help, Song Wenxin’s face brightened with relief and joy, thanking him profusely.
“I am a businessman!” he continued, after a glance at her.
“I know. I researched you on the internet and I know that you are the boss of JS…” Song Wenxin nodded innocently.
“A businessman will not enter into deals that are not profitable!” Jiang Beihan looked at her, eyes radiating fire.
A businessman will not enter into deals that are not profitable…
“I know… if you are willing to help me, I will…” Song Wenxin was tongue-tied for a while before bravely announcing, “One night!” But, even as she uttered those words, she had wanted to bite her tongue!
Giving herself to this man right in front of her was better than giving herself to Shen Jiayu. At the very least, he did not make her want to puke!
“One night?” The man laughed coldly.
Song Wenxin’s heart skipped a beat. Was he saying that it was not enough?
“You said so yourself that you would come back here once you had taken your revenge. What is this? Are you playing games with me?” the man asked. Not able to interpret that unfathomable expression on his handsome face, Song Wenxin was startled.
“Okay, one more night, then!” she suggested, having decided to throw in the towel while consoling herself that this arrangement was still preferred over giving herself to Shen Jiayu.
“That is not enough to compensate me for helping you.” His thin lips curled into a smile as he hooked his slender fingers around her chin, lifting her face and forcing her to look him in the eyes.
“So… so what are you suggesting?!” Forced to look straight into his eyes, Song Wenxin’s heart constricted involuntarily as she lost herself in the dark, vast universe that those deep, intense eyes of his seemed to represent.
“I need a wife!” Jiang Beihan’s gaze had stopped at her lips before he opened his thin lips to speak.
As though he was simply discussing something as mundane as the time of day…