Chapter 7: Chapter Seven: Get Out, and Don't Let Me See You Again!

She had thought that hearing such words would bring her immense pain, but strangely, her heart gradually calmed down.

Perhaps, when the pain is too intense, one becomes numb.

She looked up at him, "Isn't this what Mr. Qi wanted to see? I thought you'd be happy about it."

Indeed, seeing the once high and mighty princess of the heavens reduced to her current state, he should have been pleased.

However, when Zenan Qi saw the smile on her face, an untimely surge of anger welled up in his heart.

How could she still manage to smile?

Shouldn't she be groveling before him, begging for mercy?

He lowered his gaze, staring intently at her.

The depth of his eyes made her heart tremble involuntarily; the forced smile almost crumbled.

"Zenan Qi, you..."

Before she could finish, she suddenly felt a tightening around her waist, followed by a dizzying whirl, and she was roughly thrown onto the soft bed.

Then, everything went dark as Zenan Qi loomed over her.

He bent down, his handsome face filled with a cold, sinister look, but his eyes held a flame that made her heart race with fear.

It was a look she had seen before, deeply etched in her memory.

Despite all the mental preparation, at this moment, she couldn't help but feel a wave of panic.

"What are you going to do, Zenan Qi?"

"Do?" He let out a cryptic, light laugh.

"I thought you would know exactly what I'm going to do." With that, he ripped off her top.

With a sharp tearing sound, along with her clothes, her heart also seemed to tear.

She closed her eyes tightly.

...

When she woke up again, the sky outside the window was already dark.

For her, sleeping with Zenan Qi didn't cause much of a stir in her heart; it was something bound to happen, and she had prepared herself mentally for it.

But even so, there was an indescribable feeling in her heart.

This time, Zenan Qi should be satisfied, and he should give her the money.

With the money, her father would be saved.

This was the sad reality.

Her feelings didn't matter; what mattered was whether the guest—Zenan Qi—would pay, and whether her father would get the best treatment.

Everything else was unimportant and not worth thinking about.

She took a deep breath and slowly sat up, the discomfort in her body telling her how wild Zenan Qi had been.

Even as she moved to pick up her clothes, she paused.

She then put on the disheveled clothes from the bedside, trying to act as if nothing had happened. Even so, her legs felt weak as she stepped on the soft carpet.

The skirt was in tatters, but at least she had a jacket.

The bathroom door creaked, and she turned to see Zenan Qi walking out, wearing only a towel.

His perfect inverted triangle physique and the glistening water droplets on his firm chest made her breath catch.

Masculine allure.

She stared for a moment before turning away sharply.

"What, not even dressed now? Mr. Qi, where are your manners?" she said sarcastically.

She thought turning away would mean she wouldn't see him, but the reflective glass in front of her allowed her to see him clearly without turning back.

He looked lazy and content, seemingly unperturbed by her provocative words: "Manners? I thought we didn't need such things after what just happened."

The implication in his words made her cheeks flush. She smiled lightly, "So, Mr. Qi, you were very satisfied with my service just now."

Zenan Qi's face darkened.

Pretending not to notice, she continued, "If that's the case, shouldn't Mr. Qi pay now?"

"The principle of payment for services rendered should be clear to Mr. Qi."

Zenan Qi looked at her coldly, his expression so icy it could drip.

So, all she cared about now was money?

Luo Jian looked up at him, their eyes locking for a long moment. Suddenly, she laughed, asking playfully, "What, does the great Mr. Qi think he can take advantage and not pay?"

Zenan Qi stared deeply at her, "And what if I do?"

"Really? That would be difficult. Once I leave this room, the whole city will know that Mr. Qi, the president, doesn't pay after having his way with women. Then..."

"Shut up!"

Zenan Qi's eyes blazed with icy fury: "Shameless!"

Luo Jian felt a sharp pain in her chest, but she forced herself to hold it in, not wanting to show any weakness to the cold man in front of her. She maintained her smile, "I thought Mr. Qi knew this long ago. Did it take until now to realize?"

She had no right to be delicate now; she had to endure any humiliation. This small blow was nothing.

But even as she thought this, the persistent pain in her heart made her feel like she was dying.

It hurt so much.

The fire in Zenan Qi's eyes seemed to want to consume Luo Jian.

Yet, the woman in front of him still smiled, unflinching, as if she hadn't felt his anger at all.

After a long while, he threw a card to her feet: "Get out! Don't let me see you again!"

His thin, cold lips spat out two words: "Disgusting!"

Luo Jian took a deep breath, bent down to pick up the card, and smiled broadly, as if unaffected by his icy glare.

She even blew him a kiss before leaving: "Mr. Qi is indeed generous. I'll take my leave now, bye-bye."

"Get out!"

She turned and closed the door, leaving the heavy anger behind.

Great, finally got the money. Dad, you're saved!

She wiped away tears and carefully placed the life-saving card in her bag. As she was about to step forward, a sudden, sharp pain hit her chest.

The pain was so intense that she clutched her collar, leaning against the cold wall, gritting her teeth.

It took a while to catch her breath.

Extreme emotions were not good for her body; otherwise, her rebellious heart would make her pay.

After the intense pain subsided, she opened her eyes and stood up, ready to leave.

But at that moment, her vision blurred, and a figure appeared in front of her without warning.

"Isn't this our Mrs. Qi? Why so disheveled? Did my brother kick you out?"

The voice, full of mockery, reached Luo Jian's ears.

Chenxi Pei!

It was her!

They really lived together!

Luo Jian looked up and saw Chenxi Pei standing not far away, her expression complex.

There was mockery, anger, and even a well-hidden jealousy that Luo Jian noticed immediately.

Why?

What did she have left to be jealous of?

Luo Jian glanced down at herself and instantly understood.

She had just come out of Zenan Qi's room, and they had just had a passionate encounter.