Kept Man

Si Yao looked at her like she was facing a great enemy and felt speechless.

At the same time, he could more clearly feel the invisible charm emanating from Su Xiao Li.

This wasn't a simple visual impact from her appearance or figure, but a deeper, gene-level charm field.

This field silently influenced the perception and emotions of surrounding creatures, making people involuntarily curious about her, pity her, and even develop stronger possessiveness.

Even Si Yao himself, at such close range, felt a subtle ripple in his mental level, producing an impulse to understand her more deeply, even to bring her under his control.

Although he instantly suppressed this impulse with his strong willpower, it was enough to explain the problem.

If even he was slightly affected, how would ordinary Earthlings, those "monkeys" with weak willpower, fare against this gene-level charm?

Guess what the ancestors of a woman who uncontrollably emitted such fatal attraction would have experienced over the past thousand years, especially in eras with strict etiquette and low status of women?

Would she become a canary in the cage of the powerful? A plaything driven by desire? Or would she struggle to survive amidst rumors and moral judgment, forced to use this sole "talent" as a bargaining chip for survival?

The so-called "Generations of Mistresses" likely hid countless unspeakable tragedies, swept up by the tide of the times and driven by their own genetic instincts.

Wasting time with this lass, whose mind was somewhat disconnected due to genetic instincts and marginalized experiences, did not align with his efficiency principles.

It was better to get straight to the point.

"I have a question for you, do you accept being kept?"

The moment the words fell, Si Yao's thought moved, and through the bank account information he had just obtained by infiltrating Su Xiao Li's phone signal, he directly completed the transfer operation.

Su Xiao Li's phone in her pocket vibrated almost simultaneously, emitting a crisp SMS prompt tone.

She subconsciously took it out and looked, her eyes widened instantly, and her mouth opened into an O-shape.

[Your account ending in XXXX received a transfer of RMB 1,000,000.00 on Month X, Day X. Balance...]

One million?!

She rubbed her eyes hard, counted that string of zeros repeatedly, and her head buzzed, leaving her completely stunned.

Was this a pie falling from the sky? Or the super luxury diamond-encrusted kind?!

A handsome guy shows up, transfers a million without a word... and asks to keep her?!

This... is this the legendary "wealth and beauty both taken"?

No, it's more like she's getting everything!

Happiness came too suddenly, and Su Xiao Li felt her heart was about to jump out of her throat.

But the next second, a chill ran down her spine.

Wait! How did he know my bank card number?! I've never told anyone!

Could he be a perverted stalker? Or some new type of scam? Giving me a taste first before tricking me into kidney harvesting?!

For a moment, Su Xiao Li's mind sounded the alarm, and terrible scenarios she had seen in social news flashed through her mind like a revolving lantern. Her gaze towards Si Yao instantly changed from surprise to terror and extreme suspicion.

Due to her extremely chaotic mood at the moment, she did not perform any subconscious brainwave encryption, even if she might not have had the ability.

Those messy, dramatic thoughts, like a noisy broadcast signal, uncontrollably entered Si Yao's far-beyond-normal perception range.

Si Yao: "..."

He could even "hear" the complete plot process of "underground black market organ trade" that Su Xiao Li was imagining.

Si Yao was completely speechless. He felt that staying with this lass with a quirky mind circuit for another second would contaminate his IQ.

He turned around expressionlessly, leaving behind a sentence:

"You have ten minutes to consider."

"And," he paused his steps, adding without looking back, "change into clothes you can go out in."

After speaking, he went straight downstairs, as if staying for another second was torment.

Five minutes later.

Si Yao leaned against the mottled wall downstairs, watching Su Xiao Li carrying a not-small suitcase, huffing and puffing as she ran down the stairs, out of breath and with a flushed face.

She had indeed changed her clothes. A slightly conservative short skirt paired with a white shirt, attempting to create the temperament of a pure schoolgirl.

However, Si Yao could tell at a glance that this outfit was most likely one of her "uniform temptation" type of clothing used during provocative livestreams, just less revealing.

This seemed to be the most "normal" set in her wardrobe.

"I... I'm ready!" Su Xiao Li ran up to him, her cheeks flushed with running and excitement, her eyes sparkling. Her previous vigilance and suspicion had long been swept away by the million yuan.

Si Yao nodded, turned, and led her towards the sports car parked at the alley entrance.

It was a sports car with smooth lines, clearly not designed to carry large luggage.

Si Yao was about to use dark plane technology to put away the troublesome suitcase when he saw Su Xiao Li move faster than him.

Almost without hesitation, with a surge of strength from her arms, she directly threw the seemingly bulging suitcase into the roadside trash can with a loud clang!

The action was clean and neat, without any lingering attachment.

Then, she very naturally, even a little impatiently, pulled open the car door, smoothly got into the passenger seat, and fastened her seatbelt. The entire process was seamless.

Si Yao: "..."

He looked at the suitcase abandoned in the trash can, then at Su Xiao Li in the car, who had an expression of "I'm ready, let's go!" on her face. He confirmed again that this girl's mind circuit was indeed different from ordinary people.

The sports car engine let out a low roar, smoothly pulling away from the old residential area, leaving the mottled buildings and the abandoned suitcase far behind.

Su Xiao Li was like a curious baby, touching here, looking there, her eyes shining: "Wow, this car is so high-end! The seats are genuine leather, right? They feel so comfortable! And this screen is too big..."

She chattered non-stop, trying to alleviate her inner tension and excitement this way, and it was also an instinctive way to attract Si Yao's attention.

Si Yao looked straight ahead, driving with focus, ignoring her exclamations and curiosity.

After Su Xiao Li talked to herself for a while and saw that Si Yao had no intention of responding, the atmosphere became a bit awkward.

She secretly glanced at Si Yao's stern side face, feeling a little nervous.

This "Sugar Daddy" seemed... not easy to approach? Much more difficult than those losers in the live stream room who wanted her to call them "Husband" just by giving some gifts.

She cleared her throat, deciding to take the initiative for the most crucial step—introducing herself and probing his background.

"Um... Boss?" she tentatively called out, deliberately softening her voice, "My name is Su Xiao Li, Su from Suzhou, Xiao Li from Little Fox. And you... what should I call you?"

"Si Yao."

"I can do a lot of things! Dance, sing, accompany chat... uh, anyway, I'll do whatever you want me to do!"

After speaking, she looked at Si Yao's side face with her big, watery eyes, full of expectation, waiting for his response, like a little animal trying hard to show itself and yearning for recognition.

Si Yao glanced at her, "Feed fish, can you?"

Su Xiao Li was slightly stunned, "Feed fish?"

The sports car finally stopped in front of the luxury villa on the outskirts.

All the way, Su Xiao Li had been pondering what "feed fish" meant. Was it some kind of metaphor? Or a special code for rich people?

Various outrageous and slightly suggestive guesses flashed through her mind.

It wasn't until Si Yao parked the car and led her into the villa, through the spacious living room, and towards the glass door leading to the backyard.

"The fish... are in the back," Si Yao said calmly and pushed the door open.

Su Xiao Li followed out with a mixture of apprehension and curiosity, and then, she froze completely.

On the backyard lawn, there was no fish pond, only a... a huge crocodile, covered in orange-red and black-gray scales, holding an entire roast sheep and gnawing on it with its mouth full of oil?!

And it was standing?!

Suo Dun heard the commotion, raised its massive head, and looked over with its clear eyes that held a hint of foolishness.

When it saw the petite and fragrant "Female Bun" behind Si Yao, it instinctively sniffed and mumbled:

"Boss, this thing... uh, this thing, can it be eaten?"

As soon as it finished speaking, Su Xiao Li's face turned as pale as paper, her legs went weak, and she almost collapsed to the ground.

Feed fish?!

Feed a crocodile?!

This person wasn't planning to feed her to the crocodile, was he?!

Was the one million... blood money?!!

Were the strange fetishes of rich people this terrifying?!!