At the moment, Mu Anran’s mind was a blank, her fists clenched tightly.
She slowly took two deep breaths, then walked up to Yu Lingqian and reached out to pick up the contract—
Then, with an expressionless face, she tore it to pieces.
Yu Lingqian’s eyebrows slightly raised, his gaze deepening even further.
“I am willing to sell myself to you.”
“What did you say?”
Mu Anran, as if determined, stared at Yu Lingqian, “But I have two conditions.”
Rather than working in a smoky bar, it was better to sell herself to him.
After all, they had already slept together; what’s a few more times?
Dark clouds gathered on Yu Lingqian’s handsome face, “Do you think you are still in a position to negotiate terms with me?”
Mu Anran’s face went pale, yet she stubbornly spoke, “One year, just one year is enough.
Support me for one year, giving me three hundred thousand each month.
I promise to be the quiet woman behind you, no complaints, doing the laundry, cooking, and warming your bed.”
Yu Lingqian’s eyes narrowed, seemingly waiting for what she would say next.
“The second condition is that you can’t sign a contract with Mu’s.”
A flash of surprise crossed Yu Lingqian’s eyes, but after a moment, he returned to a calm depth.
His well-defined fingertips meeting under his chin, he looked at Mu Anran, “That’s your own words.”
Mu Anran gritted her teeth and slammed her hands onto the table, “I mean what I say.”
Yu Lingqian looked at her deeply, “Then what are we waiting for?”
“Huh?”
Yu Lingqian suddenly stood up, his nearly six-foot frame instantly casting Mu Anran in shadow.
Looking down from above, “To be my woman, you need to clean yourself first.”
President Yu had a severe case of mysophobia, utterly detesting the smell of smoke and alcohol.
Mu Anran’s face flushed red, and she quickly stepped back, fearful of driving her Sugar Daddy away with her stench.
With this movement, she felt her legs wobble, and she stumbled toward the ground.
Yu Lingqian frowned, stood up, and swiftly grabbed her wrist.
Looking at the little figure that fell into his arms, he eventually, though grim-faced, scooped her up horizontally.
“Young Master Yu, I can walk on my own…” Mu Anran exclaimed.
Yu Lingqian gave her a cold glance, instantly making her quietly shut her mouth and snuggle into his embrace, not daring to even breathe loudly.
Mu Anran’s cheeks were red, and she was dizzily carried into the bathroom and placed in the bathtub.
It wasn’t until Yu Lingqian reached out to take off her clothes that she panicked and shrunk back into the corner of the bathtub, “Young Master Yu, I really can do it myself…”
“Is there any part of you I haven’t seen?
Stay put, or I won’t hesitate to rip off these rags you’re wearing.” Yu Lingqian’s mouth corners dipped, clearly in a bad mood.
Mu Anran swallowed hard and reluctantly let go of her clenched collar.
From this moment on, Mu Anran, your body is no longer your own.
Seeing the resigned look on the little one, Yu Lingqian’s face darkened, and he turned and walked away.
He just left like that?
Mu Anran’s eyes had only just started to follow him out when she saw Yu Lingqian return with a small tube of ointment in his hand.
After applying the medicine, Mu Anran felt her face was not as painful.
“From today on, if you wear makeup again, I’ll throw you out.”
“Huh?
Oh, okay!” Mu Anran blinked before coming to her senses.
Actually, she did not like makeup either; one reason was her naturally good skin, and the other was it being too much trouble.
Therefore, this demand was not difficult for her.