Jing Luozhou grinned, flashing a set of pearly whites, "I can compensate you."
Shi Su gave him a cold look. Encountering such a simple-minded rich kid, she saw no need to be polite. Following his lead, she asked, "How much are you offering?"
"Na your price." Jing Luozhou maintained a laid-back deanor, leaning against her car door, as if the words "Money doesn’t matter, this young master is very interested in you" were emblazoned in golden letters on his face.
Shi Su had seen this kind of scene many tis.
Especially abroad, those overbearing foreigners who saw a single mom with a child trying to get close to her, hoping to take advantage, or even wanting to be a stepdad to Shi Mianmian, were not uncommon — each one more self-deluded than the last.
Abroad, where things are more open and direct, she could handle these situations gracefully. More so when in her ho country, dealing with a guy who seed to have a few screws loose.
Shi Su took a nonchalant glance at him, "Then compensate with the price of a new car, the sa model as mine, around 320,000."
Indeed, the motives of a money-minded beauty are that simple, direct, and pure.
Jing Luozhou chuckled aningfully, leaning forward to get closer to her and said, "Okay, but I didn’t bring a pen, can’t sign a check. How about writing it at your place? After all, transferring this over 300,000 will take so ti; a check would be quicker, don’t you think?"
Shi Su chuckled, picking up her phone, pretending to reply to a ssage, while quickly opening the text page to send a ssage to Jing Jihan: [In a few minutes, soone will co ho with . Pretend to be the man of the house, prove I’m married, thanks.]
After sending, she didn’t bother if Jing Jihan agreed and put her phone down, displaying a naive smile of surrender under the lure of money to Jing Luozhou.
Hmph, thinking you can woo with a bit of cash.
The phone vibrated in her hand again, and she glanced down.
Jing Jihan: [?]
She didn’t have ti to explain and quickly replied: [I’ll split the earnings with you!]
Then she put the phone down again, telling the extravagant young master with a questionable intellect in front of her, "Let’s go."
Jing Luozhou followed her, initially walking behind her, observing, and acknowledging in his heart: good looks, good figure, both pretty and interesting.
Such a character-driven beauty is intriguing, far more appealing than the coy white lotus types. At least she knows what she wants, with clear purposes and no beating around the bush.
At worst, they could fish each other, to see who takes the bait first in the end.
Following Shi Su to the sixth floor, although Jing Luozhou wasn’t lacking in stamina, he still looked up bewildered, "What floor do you live on?"
"The fifth floor," Shi Su said as she continued upwards.
"The fifth floor? We’re on the sixth floor now, and you’re still going up?"
"Oh, I’ve got bedsheets drying on the rooftop. It’s been raining recently, and with the sun finally out, I need to air them out to get them clean." Shi Su picked up this habit from Mrs. Qin, and indeed, she loved the sll of sunlight on sheets. No matter how clean, they need a bit of sun.
As she explained, she continued upwards, pointing towards the seventh floor and to a small door leading to the rooftop, "Could you help by grabbing the bedsheets from the rooftop on the seventh floor?"
Jing Luozhou: "?????"
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Only after Jing Luozhou dutifully fetched the sheets did Shi Su leisurely return to her front door.
With the sheets in his hands, Jing Luozhou’s once suave hairstyle was now a ss from the burden, and the door opened as he hurried inside with the sheets.
"Just leave it here," Shi Su pointed to the spot on the sofa, "You sit while I grab a pen."
Jing Luozhou staggered over, tossed the sheets on the sofa, and watched that heartless woman rummage through the drawer as if genuinely looking for a pen, "I fetched the sheets for you; aren’t you at least going to offer a drink before I sign the check?"
Shi Su paused her drawer search, turned to look at him, holding back her laughter at the sight of his current bird’s nest hairdo, "Okay, I’ll get you a bottle of mineral water."
Realizing he was being played, Jing Luozhou begrudgingly sat on the sofa, unsatisfied, and said, "No mineral water, I only drink freshly boiled water!"
Shi Su raised an eyebrow, "You’re not afraid of getting scalded?"
Jing Luozhou didn’t respond, just shot her a threatening look.
No boiling water, no signature!
Shi Su, while heading towards the kitchen, called out loudly towards the bedroom, "Alright, I’ll boil so water for you now!"
Jing Luozhou looked at her in confusion, "Why are you yelling?"
Before he finished his question, the master bedroom door opened—
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