At that, Wen Nan froze for a moment. Then, with a teasing smile, he said, "Well... that'll cost extra."
To his surprise, Yang Jingyuan took him seriously. A hint of delight appeared on her face. "Sure. Name your price."
Wen Nan smiled and shook his head. "I was joking, sis. Don't take it seriously."
As he spoke, he returned to his seat and began straightening his clothes.
Yang Jingyuan sat up and watched him, looking a little dazed. "You... you're leaving already?"
Wen Nan was buttoning his shirt. At her words, he turned to look at her with a smile. "I have to get back to work, sis."
As the buttons gradually covered those beautiful lines of his abs and chest, Yang Jingyuan couldn't hide her disappointment. She leaned toward Wen Nan, raised a hand, and gently stroked his firm chest through his shirt. Her gaze traveled upward, finally resting on his handsome, smiling face.
She had to admit, his body, his face, even every strand of his hair—all of him was exactly her type.
Just a few hours ago, she'd seemed carefree as she said all she wanted was a one-night stand. But now, after being with this man, she was even more drawn to him and found it harder to let him go.
Yang Jingyuan bit her lower lip. Watching as the man finished buttoning his shirt and straightening his cuffs, ready to open the door and get out, she panicked.
She reached out and grabbed his arm. "Forget work. I'll take care of you."
Wen Nan hadn't expected her to say that so suddenly. He looked at her in surprise.
The eldest daughter of the Yang Group, who called herself a marriage-free advocate and claimed she'd never pursue a long-term relationship with any man, had suddenly changed