Begging for Mercy

Xing Yue doesn't love her.

Bu Yao, who had been making a ruckus, stopped when she saw how upset Xing Yue, but she still didn't leave.

She thought Xing Yue had drunk too much and hurt his stomach. Even though Xing Yue didn't smell of alcohol, she stubbornly believed that working in Bar inevitably involved drinking, and she still thought Xing Yue.

She needed to boil some warm water, like a wife in a TV drama would do, to make hot water for her drunk lover. She took the kettle to the kitchen to get the water, but she was clearly not good at taking care of people.

I put the kettle on the stove and pressed the start button, but I didn't realize I also needed to press "boil." So the kettle just stayed in the "keep warm" state it was in last time.

Xing Yue came out and saw this scene, he didn't say anything, but went straight to the refrigerator, opened a bottle of ice-cold mineral water, and drank it. "Is Uncle Li still waiting for you downstairs?"

Bu Yao stood beside the kettle and pointed, "Xing Yue, your kettle is broken."

Xing Yue over, reached out and pressed the boil button, and the kettle began to work.

The woman's face was still wet with tears, and her eyes were red and swollen. Seeing this, she lowered her head slightly and whispered, "The kettle you bought is really hard to use..."

With the sharp questions and insults gone, Xing Yue felt much better. She still preferred quiet; Bu Yao was too noisy.

He drank two more mouthfuls of ice water, pouring it down his throat. Xing Yue almost loved the feeling of being frozen and temporarily numb.

"Go back, I'm going to sleep," she said again.

It's pointless to talk about it; the outcome is the same regardless of what you say or how you say it.

Bu Yao's anger flared up. "I'll leave once you've paid back the money."

She sat back down on Xing Yue's bed, her cold eyebrows slightly raised. "Oh, I almost forgot, with your current abilities, you can't even come up with 30,000 yuan. Of course, you can borrow money from your CEO Bai. It's just a matter of one phone call. Even if CEO Bai is married, he'll spend money on you without batting an eye."

Xing Yue didn't want to say anything too harsh to the women he had dated, but Bu Yao showed her no mercy whatsoever.

Thinking of the small thing her wife had just done—boiling water for her, even if it hadn't turned out well... she clenched her fists, still trying her best to hold back. "If I return this 900,000 to you, will you never bother me again?"

Sensing Xing Yue's intentions, Bu Yao's cold smile froze, and the anger that had finally subsided for half a year was reignited by Xing Yue.

"Xing Yue, how shameless you are!" She got off the bed, moved closer to Xing Yue Xing Yue, and gripped his clothes tightly. "Bai Yulun is married now, and she's willing to give you money, so you just take it? Yeah, she buys you clothes, no matter the price, and you accept them all. She casually gives you all kinds of expensive wines. It's only 900,000 yuan, why don't you go to her bed and sing her songs? You're so eager to cling to her because she's rich."

Ever since he met Bu Yao tonight, Xing Yue's mood has not improved. He has been subjected to all sorts of belittling and attacks from Bu Yao.

It's as if she works at Bar, as if she's a hostess, waiting for someone to request her services.

Xing Yue pried open the delicate white fingertips in front of him, one by one. Bu Yao was gripping tightly. She lost patience, her face full of annoyance, and she almost broke even those pink nails.

Desperate, she went along with it, saying, "Yes, I can earn nine hundred thousand by singing two songs in someone's bed. Even Miss said so, so you still don't trust my earning power? Is this the first time you've known I'm cheap? I'm so cheap that I got nothing from marrying you. Others buy me clothes, give me wine, and take me to amusement parks. What have you given me? Besides your adult Snake Shed and a broken stone that you can't sell, what have you ever given me?"

A rich heiress who had never given her anything actually mocked her for being materialistic.

Even the pop-up book, handmade house, and love letters that He Zhiwen gave her were all labeled as "junk" by Miss Bu, who held herself in high esteem.

It's as if the Bu Family has ever given her anything good or any precious treasure.

"There's something I've wanted to say for a long time, but I haven't told you yet," Xing Yue grabbed that soft, boneless hand and forcefully pried it open, even tearing the neatly trimmed nails until they bled. "The Snake Shed you sent as a marriage proposal ten years ago is worse than junk!"

She was truly blind and heartless. Back then, she only glanced at Bu Yao and thought she was as tender as a flower bud. She thought she was so obedient and sweet, and that it didn't matter if they had a whirlwind marriage. Feelings could be cultivated slowly, and beautiful women weren't everywhere.

Who knew that Bu Yao was good for nothing except for her good looks? She couldn't do anything and needed to be waited on hand and foot. You could say she was stupid, but she still got into law school. You could say she was smart, but she couldn't even boil water.

Seeing Bu Yao's eyes welling up with tears again, Xing Yue decided to be blunt. "I owe New Shadow Entertainment 900,000 yuan, and I'll pay it back within a week. Even if I have to borrow money from loan sharks or sign employment contracts for others, I'll pay it back in full. Are you satisfied now? What else do you want from me? Do you really want me to call and beg President Bai right now?"

It seems that if she doesn't pay off this debt soon, Bu Yao will always have an excuse to ridicule her.

Xing Yue made the worst-case scenario plan: at worst, she could go back to her hometown and discuss with her mother about selling the building.

Even now, Xing Yue hasn't considered touching the building her mother intended for her retirement, even though she paid for every penny from construction to completion. She still doesn't want to touch it until the very last moment.

Now Bu Yao Yaofei is pressuring her to pay back the money immediately. She has no other way out and can't even catch her breath.

The two grew angrier as they talked, and not only did Bu Yao fail to achieve her purpose for coming tonight, the situation spiraled out of control.

She looked at her fingernail, which Xing Yue had broken, with traces of blood seeping into the nail bed. The ten fingers are connected to the heart; she didn't know whether her fingernail hurt more or her heart ached more.

"One hundred thousand," Bu Yao, her expression hardening, her chin slightly raised. "I don't need you to borrow money at exorbitant interest rates, nor do I need you to be my servant. One hundred thousand a night, just serve me."

The room suddenly fell silent. A fiery red snake tail emerged from the hem of the navy blue dress. The already cramped space could not contain it, and it drooped to the floor, writhing rapidly.

The unfamiliar environment startled the snake's tail. It was never under Bu Yao's control and instinctively searched for Xing Yue's scent.

If she hadn't revealed her true nature, Bu Yao could have stood on top and ordered Xing Yue around as his sugar daddy. But since she had, her longing for Xing Yue's comfort made her feel ashamed and embarrassed.

Xing Yue stared at the snake's tail that had climbed up to her ankle, his face darkening. He sneered, "So, Miss has been bothering me for so long because of this. 100,000 a night? Shouldn't I challenge the 48-hour record?"

Bu Yao bit her lower lip, clearly not wanting to be like this with Xing Yue...

Xing Yue gaze stung her. She picked up the tail from the ground, a treasure she had once cherished with pride, but which she had never felt such disgust for.

Bu Yao used her broken finger to pick at the scales, enduring excruciating pain that felt like her bones were being ripped out, which finally calmed the restless snake tail.

Her pain receptors were very sensitive, and her eyes welled up with tears again. She didn't want to cry; Xing Yue didn't love her and wouldn't care about her. Crying would Xing Yue annoy Xing Yue.

This time, without Xing Yue's prompting, Bu Yao picked up her tail and tried to leave.

Xing Yue suddenly grabbed her hair, squeezing it tightly, Bu Yao lift her face to look at her. "Didn't Miss say 100,000 a night? Is it because you think the price is too high, and I'm not worth that price?"

Just a second Bu Yao humiliated her, and now she wants to pretend nothing happened? Come and go as she pleases, treating this place like the Bu Residence?

Bu Yao felt a sharp pain in her scalp and instinctively pressed down on her hair, which Xing Yue was holding. "Let go! Your attitude is bad, I don't want your service!"

Xing Yue acted as if she hadn't heard those words, her eyes deep and unfathomable. She grabbed Bu Yao's waist, pulled her behind the curtains, and rolled up her skirt from behind her slender waist.

His palm pressed against her warm, smooth skin, his fingertips lingering in an arc before she pinched them hard, digging them deep into her skin. "The room isn't soundproof, and there's a corridor outside the window. Miss, please restrain yourself and don't let anyone hear."

The woman shook her head vigorously, sobbing intermittently. As dawn approached, when the surrounding tenants were out, she covered her mouth tightly, afraid to make a sound when she heard footsteps coming and going in the corridor.

"No..." She cried, her face flushed with tears, her cheeks tinged with the smudges of red wine.

Xing Yue thought she was begging for mercy, but upon closer listening, he heard only fragmented, low sobs—

"No, don't break up..."