When Qin Yuji woke up, she glanced at the empty space next to her, momentarily bewildered.
The sensations from last night were too real; she didn’t believe it was a dream, but if it wasn’t a dream, did it mean that he had been there?
Touching the bath towel still wrapped around her body, Qin Yuji couldn’t clearly say whether her heart was filled with joy or disappointment at this moment.
There was a knock on the door, and she responded.
Sister Li came in with a smile and said, “Miss, it’s time for breakfast, the master said he has something to tell you.”
“Okay, I’ll be right there.”
Nodding in agreement, Qin Yuji quickly finished washing up and went downstairs.
Seeing her in a Bohemian-style long dress that stretched to her ankles, making her appear elegant and poised, Chi Jingxuan felt a bit more content inside.
He wasn’t sure if it was because of his own taste or her docility.
Sister Li brought up the milk and bread then left.
Qin Yuji sat opposite to Chi Jingxuan, looking somewhat restrained.
Was she afraid of him?
This realization made Chi Jingxuan inexplicably irritable.
Putting down his cup, he said softly, “Since you’re not going to Sheng Shi anymore, I will provide the money you need.
Attend a dinner with me next Saturday evening as your compensation.”
As soon as he spoke, Chi Jingxuan laughed scornfully at himself.
With just one look from him, how many women in M City would throw themselves at him, yet now, to have a woman accept his kindness, he had to come up with such a lame excuse—how ridiculous.
Qin Yuji was slightly taken aback.
Next Saturday evening?
The Hu family’s dinner was also next Saturday evening.
The sparkle in Qin Yuji’s eyes instantly faded.
“I’m sorry, I…,” she started.
Gently shaking her head, Qin Yuji lowered her gaze, her face full of frustration.
Just the thought of having to show up in formal attire to be scrutinized by the Hu family, like fish on a chopping board at their mercy, made Qin Yuji particularly angry.
But now, she had no way to fight against Qin Zhongsong and Liu Huiru.
Rather than confronting them and putting herself in an even more passive situation, she could only accept it and figure out a way to turn danger into safety.
What Qin Yuji was thinking, Chi Jingxuan didn’t know; all he knew was that she had refused him.
Refused?
His self-deprecation turned into embarrassment.
As he looked at the woman opposite him, whose expression he couldn’t discern, he felt that his gestures were superfluous.
As he rose to leave, just as Chi Jingxuan moved, Qin Yuji stood up, urgency on her face, and said, “Mr.
Chi, the money I owe you, I will definitely pay back, definitely…”
Pay back the money?
Chi Jingxuan was taken aback for a moment before he realized she was referring to the “rent” he had mentioned.
Was she so eager to disentangle herself from him?
His good mood completely vanished, and Chi Jingxuan’s face darkened instantly; the sunlight-filled dining room suddenly turned as cold as an ice cellar.
Seeing that he didn’t speak, thinking he had agreed, Qin Yuji said softly, “I’ve troubled you many times, and I’m really sorry.
I will leave in a while, thank you…”
Before Qin Yuji could finish speaking, the man’s figure had already passed by her.
He picked up some documents upstairs, grabbed the car keys, and left, slamming the door behind him.
Hearing the sound of the car wheels fading away, Qin Yuji slowly stood up and went upstairs into the guest room.
After about ten minutes, Qin Yuji left the villa.
Outside the villa gate, sitting in the driver’s seat of the Maybach, Chi Jingxuan watched the small woman hastening away, his brows filled with rage.
He had admitted she was his woman, had made it so obvious—yet she was still determined to leave?
Was it simply his wishful thinking, or was she truly heartless?