"Here, don't say I'm bullying you. This is an employment contract. If you don't see a problem with it, sign it." Luo Qian tossed a sheet of paper in front of Nangong Jue. Nangong Jue picked it up, read it, and shook his head like a rattle-drum. "How can I sign this? I'd practically be selling myself to you." Luo Qian recoiled in disgust. "My tastes run the usual way! Besides, with that face of yours, I could paste it on a door to ward off evil or hang it over a bed to prevent pregnancy. Even if I fancied men, I'd look for a handsome one. You look like a filthy diaper, so spare me!"
Nangong Jue looked stricken. "Am I really that awful?" Luo Qian snorted. "Enough. Stop putting on an act. You wanted to work with me, didn't you? Sign the agreement and we're partners. Don't worry, you'll get every last bit of what I owe you. Work for me and you'll have money to spend, with safety coming first." Nangong Jue was still stuck on the earlier question. "Please, you have to answer me. Am I really that awful? I used to be a handsome rat, with three thousand beauties in my harem. Did ascending to the Saint Realm leave me so hideous? This matters to me. Please tell me!"
A handsome rat? More like a giant rat, Luo Qian thought, amused. To be fair, Dongfang Chen had a clean-cut face and was hardly ugly. Luo Qian had only lashed out because he was irritated. He had not expected to wound Nangong Jue's "pure and tender" heart, and he felt the tiniest pang of guilt. "All right, I take it back. You may not be a handsome rat, but you're at least average. Happy?"
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