Chapter Three: One Million, Yours Too

Bo Jinhang’s gaze turned icy, but Shen Ling met his eyes without a trace of fear. He let out a mocking laugh. “So any pig-headed fool named He is fine, but I’m not?”

Shen Ling’s smile remained flawless as ever. In a husky, seductive, and ambiguous tone, she replied slowly, “President He signed a contract for a million.”

A shadow flickered in Bo Jinhang’s eyes.

Suddenly, he reached out, gripping Shen Ling’s chin with force, making her tilt her face up to him. “A million is all it takes? Shen Ling, is this what you’ve become after leaving so ruthlessly all those years ago?”

A chill flashed in her gaze.

How could he have the nerve to bring up the past?

She had only blurted out a breakup in anger after an argument, but what had he done!? He had nearly caused her mother’s death!

Shen Ling’s heart pounded violently, but after years of honing her composure in all kinds of extravagant settings, her control over her expression remained unbroken.

Slowly, she gathered all her emotions back inside, loosened her clenched fists, and leaned in, her lips nearly brushing Bo Jinhang’s ear as she exhaled softly, “President Bo, a million—and you can have me too.”

A million would be enough to cover her mother’s recovery and care for three months.

What couldn’t she do for that?

The grip on her waist suddenly tightened, the man above her radiating fury, his breathing growing rough.

Shen Ling took the initiative, wrapping her arms around his neck, her lips brushing his ear as she coaxed, “So, President Bo, what do you say?”

Without warning, she was shoved away with force, slamming hard against the car seat.

Pain shot up Shen Ling’s spine.

Bo Jinhang stood, his face frosty, his cold, disdainful gaze falling on her as he let out a scornful laugh. “You’ve slept with so many men. I’m afraid you’re diseased.”

Shen Ling had thought she had built a heart strong enough to withstand anything, but those words stabbed her like a thorn, sharp and sudden.

Her eyelashes quivered violently.

Yet she managed a faint, indifferent smile, carelessly straightening her clothes as she glanced lightly at Bo Jinhang.

“Then let’s not waste each other’s time.”

With that, she stood up to leave, but her wrist was suddenly seized in a powerful grip.

The hand that held her seemed to tremble ever so slightly, and for a moment Shen Ling wondered if she was imagining it.

“Shen Ling, all these years, you—”

Before he could finish, a voice called out from not far away, “Lingling!”

Shen Ling pulled her hand free and smiled at Bo Jinhang. “Sorry, President Bo, my boyfriend’s here.”

At her words, whatever warmth lingered in Bo Jinhang’s eyes vanished, replaced by a glacial chill.

The man was already walking toward them. Bo Jinhang shot him a cold look, masking all his emotions with a sneering laugh.

“Did this deal bring in a lot of money?”

He mocked himself inwardly. He should have known, years ago, that Shen Ling was always after money—a gold-digger who had left him without a second thought for it.

How could he still have any expectations for her after all these years?

Shen Ling pressed her lips together, then broke into a radiant smile. “Yes, it’s a lot. I wouldn’t bother with anyone who wasn’t rich.”

“Heh.”

Bo Jinhang sneered, “If he’s rich but still lets his girlfriend go out drinking with clients, I suppose you couldn’t find anyone better.”

As he spoke, the man had already approached.

“Zhou Bin,” Shen Ling called, waving at him.

Zhou Bin had a flamboyant look—a textbook spoiled rich kid.

Hearing Shen Ling’s voice, he hurried over.

“Why so late?” Zhou Bin asked, coming up to her. His tone had carried a hint of reproach at first, but when he saw how dazzlingly beautiful Shen Ling looked tonight, his demeanor softened considerably, and with a restless urge, he leaned toward her lips.