Chapitre 8: Chapter 8: Haven't Been Taught a Lesson Yet?
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But since Song Huanyan was seeking her own death with her provocation, he would grant her that wish!
Yun Jianchen sat on the sofa wrapped in a bath towel, arms crossed over his chest, his expression cold and indifferent as he watched Song Huanyan on the bed.
Song Huanyan was really at her wit's end. When Yun Jianchen had gone to the bathroom to wash up just now, he had thrown her clothes into the bathroom trash can!
Yun Jianchen's attitude was very clear; today, he and Song Huanyan needed to come to an understanding!
Song Huanyan was quite frustrated. She had already said she would take responsibility for Yun Jianchen, so why wouldn't he let her leave? She had agreed to take responsibility, what more was there to discuss?
Could it be... Yun Jianchen wanted money?
Although Yun Jianchen wasn't short of money, it was very possible that he wanted it. It was not like he would beat her up or take her to court... so the only option left was asking for money.
"You... how much money do you want?" Song Huanyan asked Yun Jianchen weakly.
"..." Yun Jianchen furrowed his brows, his icy and sharp gaze piercing through Song Huanyan.
Did she think he was after money?
What did Song Huanyan take him for? A gigolo for sale?
Yun Jianchen truly wished he could pin Song Huanyan down on the bed and spank her hard!
Did he, Yun Jianchen, look like a man who was desperate for money?
"Song Huanyan... do you think I am a man in need of money?" Yun Jianchen's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot.
Song Huanyan was well-known for her beauty in high society, where people usually talked about her as an intellectual goddess—beautiful, elegant, and dignified. He had never had a private encounter with Song Huanyan... Where's the promised elegance and intellect?
She was simply a fool missing a screw!
Song Huanyan cautiously glanced at Yun Jianchen and said weakly, "You... indeed are not short of money... but, but... many rich people have all kinds of unspeakable hobbies, like... some rich people like to pretend to be poor, some like to collect junk..."
"So, you think my quirk is to sell myself for money?" Yun Jianchen said through gritted teeth.
Song Huanyan shrank her neck slightly, her gaze flitting about, not speaking. Otherwise, how else could she explain Yun Jianchen's actions?
This man, with his handsome face and ruthless tactics, dominated the business world— a man cold, calm, and collected. He didn't seem like someone who would bother with petty matters. Unless, in his mind, this wasn't petty at all. It was serious business!
"Song Huanyan, do you think you haven't been taught enough of a lesson just now?" Yun Jianchen said coldly, standing up from the sofa and striding over to the bed, bending down, his hand gripping the back of Song Huanyan's neck with slight pressure.
"..." Song Huanyan's eyes widened in fear and trepidation as she looked at him.
His hand was so large, gripping the back of her neck, making her feel how delicate and fragile her neck was, as if with just a little more force, he could snap it in two.
Scared stiff, Song Huanyan didn't dare to move, nervously and anxiously looking at Yun Jianchen.
"What... what do you want to do?" asked Song Huanyan, her voice trembling. Her hands were tightly clutching the bedsheet below her.
Yun Jianchen's eyes, sharp as an eagle's and as cold as ice, were fixed dead on Song Huanyan.
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