283 Every Woman Chooses Her Own Worth (1/2)

She wanted to have a relationship but no commitment so when she one day she gets up in a mood from her slumber, she can roll in the bed and get out of the life like a switch with a flick of her finger. Then she would shrug and shove in his face how she wasn't restricted by nonexistent promise.

It was bur an illusion of hers that he would bid her farewell and wave his handkerchief to her. He would chase and eventually she would be back with him too but he will have to drag her back. But her promise will make sure he doesn't have to force her.

In precise, she wanted to make him her conquest, lined up with many others.

”Lei Xinyi,” He spat through gritted teeth, he wanted to restrain and be benevolent with her but she had a reputation to never make it easy for him, ”Are you crazy?! You want to be degrading to be my mistress?!”

Lei Xinyi scoffed and guffawed in ridicule at the absurd idea. She swatted her wrist in the air as if dismissing the perception, ”It's man's illusion that he thinks just because a woman gets under the sheet with him he gets to grade her. Every woman chooses her own worth.”

Though she was using the argument to undermine the severity of her statement, she firmly believed in it with every fiber of her being.

When a man hooks up, he is being a man and when a woman does the same thing she is being a wh*re, the double cheap standard of society! If she could ever bear the plastic people of higher society, she sure would have been a feminist activist.

Li Yuan pursed his lips in rage and knew she was deflating the idea is all, and there was no sugar coating his next statement, ”You don't get it in easy gestures, do you?”

”If I want a wh*re to warm my bed, I don't f*cking need to create a family spat, reevaluate the Underworld policies making her immune, and counter the government.

If I am seeking a wet, hot pussy for my d*ck I can get the World's Pageant Model of any nationality for one-tenth of what you cost me, the peaceful relation with the world is an added bonus.”

Lei Xinyi muscled tightened and her glare pierced him. His crude words were one but his attitude to her wasn't something she would tolerate. How f*cking dare he compare her to some wench?! She wanted to pounce on him and sever him in pieces.

He saw the lividness project on her beautiful face and the sadist in him smirked. A vengeful scorned part of him was prideful that finally, she was as affected as he was: she was feeling the burnt just as he was, scorching hot!

Restraining her hands for a sec she growled out, ”What are you implying?!”

She could very well spit on him but her position told her how helpless she was in this entire ordeal. A shiver of fear crawled up her spine looking at the sinister smirk on his face that hollowed his eyes to the world.

He traced his index finger on her silky smooth cheek as his smirk grew. He could feel her stiffen in tenseness on his lap. She was alert and aware of his presence.

It annoyed him to see his dear birdie stifling her emotion from him but she never made it easy. He had the patience of a saint for anything she threw at him but giving her margin to escape wasn't on his agenda.