Lan Lan finished speaking, and Liang Yufeng suddenly laughed. His laughter was filled with deep sarcasm. Lan Lan ignored it. After working for several years, if she didn't have this much emotional resilience, she wouldn't be able to get by.
"Are you sure?" Liang Yufeng asked.
"Sure," Lan Lan nodded without hesitation, even joking with him, "My life is in your hands now, Mr. Liang. If I don't listen to you, is there any other way out?"
"What time do you get off work?" Liang Yufeng changed the subject, suddenly asking a nonsensical question.
"Six o'clock." Although confused, Lan Lan still answered.
Then, she heard him say, "You didn't arrive until past eight."
"I went to eat." After explaining, Lan Lan realized something was amiss. How did Liang Yufeng know she arrived past eight? Did he see her? That would mean he was home before eight?
Had she misjudged? Was he back so early today, specifically waiting for her to come and beg for mercy?
"You're quite good at planning," Liang Yufeng's indifferent voice reached her ears again.
Lan Lan laughed, unreservedly, "Of course. Who knows how long Mr. Liang would make me wait? After all, you never replied to my WeChat messages or calls."
After days of being met with cold shoulders despite her warm advances, Lan Lan was in a bad mood, and her tone unconsciously became sarcastic.
"Mr. Liang, just tell me your conditions," Lan Lan couldn't wait any longer. She had no intention of chatting aimlessly with him; she only wanted to discuss work.
Her eagerness was tantamount to telling Liang Yufeng that she wouldn't have come to him or compromised if it weren't for work. Even knowing this fact, Liang Yufeng was still full of sarcasm.
"When you ask for a favor, you should have the attitude of someone asking for a favor." With that, he continued to eat his noodles.
Hearing the shift in his tone, Lan Lan stopped provoking him and quietly waited for him to finish his bowl of noodles. She watched him wash the bowls and cookware. As Liang Yufeng walked out of the dining room, Lan Lan followed closely behind him.
In the living room, Liang Yufeng sat on the sofa. He produced an agreement from somewhere and placed it on the coffee table, nodding towards Lan Lan.
Lan Lan looked at the agreement and her expression turned confused. She picked it up and looked at it. As soon as she read the first clause, her blood pressure surged. This scoundrel Liang Yufeng was taking advantage of her predicament again! The anger of the past few days erupted in an instant. Lan Lan could no longer feign composure. She questioned Liang Yufeng, "What do you mean? What the hell do you want?"
"It's clearly stated in the agreement. Take your time reading it," he reminded her unhurriedly. "I don't like you swearing. Be mindful."
Lan Lan scanned the agreement quickly. Although it was seven or eight pages long, the central idea was simple: she was to continue being his mistress, available at his beck and call. Even if he got engaged or married in the future, she would have no right to end this relationship. Only when he decided to end it could the relationship be terminated. He would then pay her a monthly "living allowance" of two hundred and fifty thousand...
Lan Lan almost lost control and threw the duplicate agreement in his face!
That scoundrel, who gave him the audacity? This was clearly a sugar daddy agreement. "Living allowance," how could he even think of such a term!
Liang Yufeng could obviously see Lan Lan's anger, but he made no comment. He simply sat there, quietly waiting for her decision.
If he had threatened her with other things, she likely wouldn't have compromised. However, this concerned her job. She was willing to sacrifice everything for her work. Liang Yufeng had already experienced her passion for her job. With her personality, even if her basic needs were met, she would still continue to work and seek value.
"Liang Yufeng," Lan Lan rubbed her temples, her voice tinged with fatigue, "Is there any room for negotiation?"
"No," his answer was crisp and cruel. He even reminded her, "If you're not satisfied, you don't have to sign. It's your freedom."
"My freedom?" Hearing these words now was a great irony. Lan Lan retorted mockingly, "Are you sure it's my freedom? Mr. Liang, aren't you ashamed to say that?"
Liang Yufeng was indifferent, as if he hadn't taken her words to heart at all.
Lan Lan remained silent for a few minutes, then suddenly asked him, "Why?"
Under Liang Yufeng's puzzled gaze, Lan Lan repeated, "Because I dumped you back then? I slept with you for free for two years. Wasn't that enough to repay the debt?"
"Think whatever you want," Liang Yufeng reached for a cigarette and lit it.
Lan Lan was also in a bad mood, so she snatched his cigarette, put it in her mouth. She did smoke, but Liang Yufeng disliked her smoking, so they had reached an agreement that she wouldn't smoke in front of him.
Seeing Lan Lan put the cigarette in her mouth, Liang Yufeng's expression instantly turned displeased. When Lan Lan reached for the lighter, Liang Yufeng snatched it away.
Without a lighter, Lan Lan set her sights on Liang Yufeng's cigarette. As he brought it to his lips to take a puff, she leaned in and used his burning tip to ignite the cigarette in her mouth, taking a deep drag.
This action brought them very close. He saw her eyeshadow and eyeliner, and her curled eyelashes. The perfume on her body invaded his nostrils, and its alluring scent made him restless.
Liang Yufeng couldn't help himself; his Adam's apple bobbed violently.
Lan Lan didn't notice. She was smoking and asked him, "If I don't sign, will I lose my job next?"
Liang Yufeng held the cigarette between his fingers and didn't answer. Lan Lan let out a self-deprecating laugh. Holding the cigarette in her mouth, she signed her name on the duplicate agreement. Although her strokes were forceful, she signed relatively quickly. "Satisfied, Mr. Liang?"
Liang Yufeng couldn't quite describe his mood. At that moment, the words Xu Zhengxi had once told him echoed in his mind: power is a good thing.
The more he experienced, the more he found this statement useful. This was probably the most sensible thing Xu Zhengxi had ever said.
If he hadn't gained the power he had today, his fate with Lan Lan would have been severed back in their first year of university. He wouldn't even have had the chance to force this upon her.
Liang Yufeng didn't particularly like Lan Lan's dejected appearance. He snatched the unfinished cigarette from her hand, stubbed it out, and said to her, "Take it off."
Lan Lan chuckled. He wasn't even bothering to hide it anymore. Fine, since she had signed, she would do what she was supposed to do. Being coy and pretentious wasn't her style.
She readily took off her clothes, soon left with only her bra and skirt. Her smooth, fair skin shimmered under the light. The black lace amplified her sexiness to the extreme.
Liang Yufeng gazed at her, as if inspecting something.
Lan Lan considered herself thick-skinned, but under his probing gaze, she became flustered. "What are you looking at?"
"Has Xu Zhouyue seen it?" Liang Yufeng's question was devoid of warmth, and the surrounding atmosphere plummeted to freezing point.
Lan Lan's ears began to ring: What was coming... had finally arrived.
In her haste to negotiate with Liang Yufeng earlier, she had overlooked this old debt.