Chapter 5 (2/2)

For men, women who throw themselves at men are always cheap.

But this was considered a lot of money for Rong Yan. A lot, a lot…

Liancheng Yazhi’s eyes swept over the signature on the bottom right corner of the A4 paper… Rong Yan. It was only then that he found out that her name was Rong Yan.

It was such a nice name. But being the dirty woman that she was, it was all ruined.

Liancheng Yazhi looked at her, and as if he was an executioner from the ancient times who was allowing the prisoner to speak her last words, he asked, “You don’t need to think about it?”

“No, it’s very fair. Mr. Liancheng, I hope we have a pleasant cooperation.” Rong Yan extended her hand to Liancheng Yazhi.

“…”

Liancheng Yazhi did not reach out his hand for a shake but only threw her a cold gaze.

Pleasant? He was not happy. After this woman had plotted a scheme against him, he felt no happiness.

Seeing her, it would remind Liancheng Yazhi that everything he did in his life was smooth sailing, and people who admired him were always around. Although many women wanted to have a relationship with him, no one dared to trick him.

Rong Yan did not feel embarrassed. She shrugged and drew back her hand. “It’s almost dawn. Mr. Liancheng, have a good rest. I’m leaving. You can call me anytime in the future. I promise I will be on call at all times.”

Secretary Zhou, who had been standing behind Liancheng Yazhi and acting like he was air, handed over a bag. “Miss Rong, these are your clothes.”

Rong Yan glanced at the brand and wanted to whistle. It was the season’s new dress from Dior. Taking it, she smiled. “Thank you.”

Rong Yan took a bath, and she put on the dress Secretary Zhou had prepared. Although her body still felt uncomfortable and hurt a lot… It felt much better. At least it mentally relieved her of a lot of pain.

In the future, she needed to be in constant contact with Liancheng Yazhi and these things were inevitable. She would get used to the pain, eventually.

The gray sleeveless dress was low-cut, and it showed a little fair and tender scenery. Her skin was as white as snow, making the marks on her chest even more eye-catching, but she couldn’t care less.

The curve of her waist was beautiful and moving, slender like willows in early spring. The swinging of her waist when she walked could really captivate people’s souls.

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