If You Don't Love Me, Humiliate Me with Fifty Million

At the top floor of Huo Group, in the CEO's office.

The pressure was so low it felt as though it could freeze someone to death.

Jian Ning knelt on the cold marble floor, clutching the man's leg tightly with both hands. His eyes were red-rimmed, and his voice trembled like a leaf in the wind:

"Mr. Huo... please, don't send me away! How am I supposed to live without you?!"

He tilted his head up. Two trails of tears hung on his delicate face, and his eyes were filled with despair and deep affection, as though the man before him was his entire world.

The man sitting on the leather sofa looked down at him from above.

Huo Si, the infamous living King of Hell in Beijing's elite circle, had sharp, chiseled features. His icy eyes currently held a trace of impatience.

His long fingers tapped lightly against the desk as he coldly spat out a single word. "Get out."

Jian Ning's body shuddered violently, and he cried even louder. "I won't go! Alive, I belong to the Huo Household; dead, I'll be a ghost of the Huo Household! As long as I can stay by your side, even if I'm only a substitute, I'm willing!"

Just as Huo Si frowned and prepared to call the bodyguards to throw this shameless little celebrity out—

A cheerful, irritating electronic voice suddenly exploded in his mind without warning:

[System, look! How was that performance? Could I win an Oscar? It took me half a minute to squeeze out those tears. Do you think that was easy?!]

[This floor is fucking hard. My knees hurt from kneeling. Why hasn't that Huo guy smashed me with a check yet? Smash me already! Better yet, humiliate me with fifty million! Then I can take the money and go to Hawaii to keep eight male models! Hehehe...]

Huo Si's tapping fingers abruptly froze.

The air suddenly fell deathly silent.

His sharp gaze swept around the room. There were only two people in the office: himself and Jian Ning.

That voice just now... whose was it?

And keeping eight male models?

Huo Si narrowed his eyes, his gaze returning to Jian Ning, who was clinging to his leg and crying pitifully.

Jian Ning was still sobbing. "Mr. Huo... my heart hurts so much. It hurts so badly I can barely breathe..."

Then that cheerful voice rang out again:

[Oh, I'm starving to death. I should've eaten two more buns before leaving. Should I go eat hotpot after this act? I heard that new place downstairs has especially crispy tripe.]

[Why is this Huo guy dragging things out? I've cried myself hungry. Is he giving me breakup money or not? If he doesn't, I'll stay here and wipe my snot all over his eighty-eight-thousand custom suit pants! Disgust him to death!]

Huo Si: "..."

Huo Si looked at the suspicious wet stain on his pant leg, and the veins at his temple throbbed hard twice.

Fine.

Very well.

It seemed he had been too tired lately and was even suffering from auditory hallucinations.

Huo Si took a deep breath, suppressing the strange feeling in his chest as he decided to end this quickly. He pulled out a check, swiftly signed his name, then flicked it coldly before Jian Ning with two fingers.

"Five million. Take the money and don't appear before me again."

Jian Ning stared at the check drifting down to the floor, his pupils shaking violently.

With trembling hands, he picked up the check as though he were gathering up his shattered dignity. His tears flowed even more fiercely. "Mr. Huo... in your eyes, is my love for you worth only this much?"

[Holy shit! Five million?! I'm rich, I'm rich!]

[Hahahahahahaha! Huo Si, you're such a great guy! It's one zero less than I expected, but five million is enough for me to buy two houses back home and live off the rent! Goodbye, you dead-faced bastard! You stinking ice block!]

The wild laughter in his mind gave Huo Si a headache.

This time, he heard it clearly.

The voice had definitely come from Jian Ning's direction, and it formed an utterly brutal contrast with Jian Ning's grief-stricken expression.

Jian Ning carefully folded the check and tucked it into his inner pocket, as if terrified it might fall out, all while putting on a "heartbroken" act. Then he rose to his feet, staggered back two steps, and bowed deeply to Huo Si.

"Mr. Huo, since you hate me so much, I... will grant your wish."

With that, he covered his mouth, turned, and rushed toward the door, his back looking desolate yet resolute.

[Charge! Hotpot! Tripe! Duck intestines! Daddy's coming!!]

"Stop."

The man's sinister voice suddenly came from behind him.

Jian Ning froze mid-step, his back instantly stiffening.

He turned around mechanically, his face swiftly shifting back into a sorrowful expression. "Mr. Huo, do you... have any other instructions? Did you regret sending me away? If you're willing to let me stay, I..."

[What does this old geezer want? Did he regret it? Don't! I already put the check in my pocket—no refunds!]

[Did he find out that I secretly drank that bottle of his 1982 Lafite? No way, right? I only took one sip!]

Huo Si leaned back in his chair, his long legs crossed as he stared deeply at Jian Ning's face, which was full of "devotion."

Old geezer?

Secretly drank his Lafite?

The corner of Huo Si's lips curled into a chilling smile.

He suddenly felt that... things were becoming interesting.

Someone in this world actually had two faces in front of him.

And it seemed he could hear this little liar's thoughts?

"I suddenly feel," Huo Si said slowly, his voice low and magnetic, "that five million really is too little."

Jian Ning's eyes lit up, though he desperately shook his head on the surface. "No! Mr. Huo, I don't think it's too little. This isn't about money. It's about my shattered heart..."

[If you think it's too little, then add more money! Don't just talk! Add another five million, and I'll perform kneeling down and calling you Daddy on the spot!]

Huo Si stood and walked toward Jian Ning step by step.

An overwhelming sense of oppression instantly descended. Jian Ning unconsciously held his breath, like a little rabbit being watched by a beast of prey.

Huo Si bent slightly and leaned close to Jian Ning's ear. His warm breath brushed against Jian Ning's neck, his tone ambiguous and dangerous.

"Since you love me so deeply, sending you away would indeed be too cruel."

Before Jian Ning's horrified eyes, Huo Si's long fingers slipped into Jian Ning's pocket and pulled out the five-million check that had only just been warmed by his body heat.

Right in front of Jian Ning, he slowly tore it in half.

Rip—

That was the sound of money being destroyed.

Jian Ning's eyes widened, and he nearly suffered a heart attack on the spot.

[My money!!! Huo Si, I'm going to kill you!!! Aaaah! Are you a demon?!]

[System! System, give me a knife! I'm going to assassinate the king! I'm going to rebel! I'm going to die together with this damn man!]

Listening to the heart-wrenching roar in his mind, a trace of malicious pleasure flashed through Huo Si's eyes.

He casually tossed aside the scraps of paper and patted Jian Ning's blank face.

"Stop crying. I'll allow you to stay and continue... loving me."

Jian Ning: "..."

[Love my ass! Give me my money back! Aaaah, sob...]

Seeing the person before him looking as though he wanted to die but did not dare to, Huo Si found himself in an inexplicably good mood.

"What? So happy you can't speak?"

Jian Ning held back two pools of hot tears and forced out a smile through gritted teeth.

"Yes... I'm... so, very, happy."

High-energy warning for the next chapter: The gossip system officially goes online, and Lily, the terrible secretary, is about to be sacrificed!

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