Li Chengqian’s eyes blazed with fury as he stared at Qi Sheng, who wore a faint smirk, and his two stone-faced bodyguards.
He had no choice but to swallow his anger.
"President Qi, please, be merciful and let me off the hook. I promise I’ll never bother Miduo again!"
Li Chengqian wasn’t an idiot. He knew exactly why Qi Sheng was retaliating against him.
"President Li, your wife is so luscious. You’d better treasure her."
"How about this? You two just got married. A quick divorce wouldn’t be good for either of your reputations."
"As long as you behave yourself for the next year, I’m sure your wife will re-evaluate your relationship."
Li Chengqian naturally understood Qi Sheng’s meaning.
This year was a test for him.
"Fine, one year it is!"
Li Chengqian breathed a sigh of relief. ’A year won’t be that hard to get through. Besides, Han Yue and I are legally married. Sleeping together should be perfectly natural,’ he thought.
"Husband, you’d better be on your best behavior this year. Otherwise, who knows? We might just stay together forever."
Han Yue was also quite satisfied with this outcome.
’At the very least, she had a year for... something more to happen with a top-tier tycoon like Qi Sheng.’
"Hah! I don’t need you to remind me."
Li Chengqian watched as Han Yue continued to cling to Qi Sheng’s arm, as if Qi Sheng were her husband, not him.
"Han Yue, remember your place! You’re my wife now!"
Li Chengqian said this through clenched teeth.
"My dear husband, don’t kid yourself. You don’t actually think of me as your wife, do you?"
Han Yue shot him a disdainful glance, then planted a kiss on Qi Sheng’s cheek.
"President Qi, let me take you to my place, okay?"
"Mm, no rush. Let’s get you a few things first."
"President Li is so stingy with you. As his good friend, I feel I must help him look after you better."
Qi Sheng’s hand played with Han Yue’s slender waist.
Han Yue obediently let his hand wander where it pleased.
Seething but silent, Li Chengqian could only watch as Qi Sheng walked into the elevator with his arm around the sultry Han Yue.
Only after the elevator doors closed did Li Chengqian dare to curse aloud.
"That bastard and that bitch! They’ll get what’s coming to them!"
...
True to his word, Qi Sheng took Han Yue directly to the International Gold Center next to the hotel.
He gave Han Yue a 200,000-yuan spending limit and told her to buy whatever she wanted.
"Thank you, President Qi."
’All her efforts suddenly felt exceptionally worthwhile,’ Han Yue thought.
’Her life up until now had admittedly been a mess.
But now she had met Qi Sheng, and with him came the chance to change her destiny.’
"Did you get it?"
Qi Sheng asked casually, "Check your phone. The reward I promised you should have arrived."
Han Yue took her iPhone X out of the Chanel handbag Li Chengqian had bought for her.
She glanced at a text notification. A full one million yuan had been deposited into her account.
One million!
It might not sound like a lot, but for an ordinary person, it would take years to save that much.
Han Yue’s current job only paid six or seven thousand yuan a month.
And that was only because her good looks had helped her beat out numerous competitors for the position.
After rent and living expenses, plus the inevitable costs of clothes and cosmetics for a girl who liked to look her best, there was nothing left to save from her monthly salary of six or seven thousand.



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