"Of course it was true."
Jiang Che let out a soft laugh.
He casually set the white porcelain teacup he had been holding in midair onto the rosewood table and leaned back slightly.
His long fingers interlaced casually over the knees of his suit trousers.
His deep peach-blossom eyes lowered slightly, carrying an air of lofty control as they fixed on Xiao Yaqin with interest.
The gentle smile at the corner of his lips perfectly concealed the schemes and mockery churning in his eyes.
It was as though what he was offering was not a humiliating contract forcing a virtuous woman into prostitution, but a benevolent gift bestowed out of compassion.
Facing Jiang Che's intensely invasive gaze.
Xiao Yaqin bit her full, rosy lower lip.
The indescribable shame deep within her, mixed with the embarrassment of having her hand completely exposed, nearly drowned this strong businesswoman's reason.
She forcefully endured the humiliation in her heart and steeled herself to meet Jiang Che's gaze.
"Yes... Mr. Jiang."
Her voice was dry and tight, carrying a faint tremble she could not suppress.
"As long as you're willing to save Little Dong..."
"I can agree to that request of yours..."
"Please!"
As her words fell.
For some reason, a flash of resolve passed through Xiao Yaqin's calm, beautiful eyes.
She took a deep breath but did not rise.
Instead, she bent forward slightly on the carpet where she had been kneeling.
Her fair, rounded forearms pressed against the soft wool carpet as she slowly crawled forward half an inch.
It was merely a tiny adjustment of her posture.
Yet it outlined an astonishingly exaggerated curve along her mature figure!
Her hip-hugging business skirt stretched into a full contour.
The allure of a woman ripened to perfection radiated a deadly attraction at that moment!