Translator: Atlas Studios

Editor: Atlas Studios

“You don’t need it?”

Liancheng Yazhi was wearing a black gown, and he was leaning lazily in opposition to the couch with one hand on the sting.

The neckline of his gown was broad open, revealing his horny collarbones and ivory pores and skin that seemed clean like jade.

His slender lengthy legs have been crossed collectively, and there was a faint mocking smile on his beautiful face.

Each inch of his physique was like a masterpiece, particularly at that second, the place there have been a number of pinkish-red tooth marks on his collarbones—every of them exuded an exhilarating appeal.

As quickly as she heard his phrases, Rong Yan tightened her maintain on the cheque as if she was afraid of it being taken away. “In fact not. It’s not like Mr. Liancheng doesn’t know that I like cash. However… it’s not but time so that you can give me my wage. It’s too sudden. Sick-gotten wealth… Should you gained’t clarify it, I gained’t dare take it. Mistresses even have skilled ethics.”

‘Mistresses even have skilled ethics.’ This turned a sentence that Rong Yan typically stated in entrance of Liancheng Yazhi. It was to remind him and in addition herself that being a mistress was her occupation. She was a mistress and will solely ask for cash and nothing else. As a result of this man was too excellent, she needed to preserve watch on her emotions.

Nevertheless, she couldn’t simply casually ask Liancheng Yazhi for cash. Their relationship was purely that of an employer and worker. She needed his cash, and he needed her physique—that was all.

So, each sum of cash must be made clear so no problems would crop up sooner or later.

Their relationship, to place it bluntly, consisted solely of shopping for and promoting. It was only a transaction of cash.

The aim was the identical, in trade for that chilly arduous money and for survival and revenge.

Rong Yan knew that she was soiled and shameless, however what else may she do?

When an individual couldn’t even defend their life, being soiled or low-cost was all for survival.

Generally ‘survival’ was the cruelest phrase on this planet. It might drive one to take advantage of helpless alternative, like what she did…

Liancheng Yazhi lit a cigarette and blew out a hoop of smoke with grace.

“Ruoruan will likely be coming again tomorrow.”

Rong Yan nodded. So his girlfriend was coming and this was the cash to maintain her mouth shut. He was afraid that she would spout nonsense in entrance of his future spouse.

Come on, she was not that silly. This cash was actually for nothing.

Three million {dollars}. It was cash that many individuals may by no means earn of their life.

If she had this cash to start with, she wouldn’t have pushed herself to the purpose of no return.

Track Ruoruan was Liancheng Yazhi’s fiancée and was the one girl he had admitted to the media.

The Track household was a well-known household within the metropolis. Her father was an actual property tycoon and her mom was a senior professor of a well-known college.

Track Ruoruan herself was a ravishing girl with information, magnificence, knowledge, and temperament. She was positively a girl from an honest household. She had honest pores and skin and was enticing, making many younger males flock over to her like geese.

Though Liancheng Yazhi had many ladies occasionally, Track Ruoruan had been with him for 4 years.

In fact, Rong Yan was additionally considered one of his lovers, and he or she had maintained almost three months of curiosity trade with him.

She was additionally thought of considered one of Liancheng Yazhi’s mistresses who stayed by his facet the longest. Rong Yan typically questioned if she ought to really feel pleased with it.

Holding the cheque, Rong Yan fortunately counted the zeroes on it and didn’t have a look at Liancheng Yazhi. The smile on her lips was as charming as that of a cat.

Rong Yan was very clear about her place. A mistress was a mistress. She was a mistress whom everybody hated, and her existence couldn’t be made recognized to the general public.