Ben Shaming frowned, feeling as if he had accidentally stepped into a quicksand trap.
He still had a chance to retreat, but... his pride wouldn’t allow him to back down.
Before him was a woman as sweet as a dessert, though dressed sowhat roughly—how could he admit defeat in front of such a woman?
He took a deep breath: "But I’m very busy."
Yan Yu laughed imdiately: "No problem, you can do it part-ti. I can help my little sister coordinate the schedule so all the fittings are during your available ti. Even if it’s just an hour a day, or after work... what do you think?"
Ben Shaming was unwilling to be convinced so easily, so he deliberately created a problem: "But I’m very expensive. Even for just an hour a day, my salary demands this amount."
He ntioned an astounding figure, followed by a string of zeros.
Yan Yu was stunned for a mont, then seriously confird: "Your currency unit is, uh, US dollars?"
He grinned: "That’s right, US dollars."
Yan Yu’s heart trembled. She thought to herself: It truly is a blade, and it hurts like slicing flesh; yet it’s not beautiful at all...
Seeing her lower her head, hesitating and entangled, Ben Shaming felt a sense of satisfaction.
He was just waiting for her to realize the difficulties and give up.
This way, it wouldn’t be him refusing, nor him being afraid to take the gamble, it would be them being unable to afford the paynt.
But who would have thought the hesitant woman, with long curly hair and a big sweater, looking like a hedgehog, suddenly lifted her head and stared at him firmly: "Okay, I’ll pay!"
"You... pay?" he noticed her phrasing.
Yan Yu seed resigned to her fate: "Yes, I’ll pay. Your salary will not be paid from my little sister’s studio, but by . Don’t tell my little sister, just say it’s a friendly help. Then we’ll settle the bill privately."
He couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow: "You’re very wealthy?"
After speaking, he also shrugged: "Oh, how did I forget, you’re from the Tang Family. Of course, your Tang Family has a lot of money."
"Don’t look down on !" Yan Yu shouted lowly in anger: "What the Tang Family values is prestige, not sothing asured by wealth. I am a Tang Family mber, but I’m not a pampered young lady! The money I pay you is naturally earned by myself!"
It was Ben Shaming’s turn to be slightly taken aback, unable to restrain his curiosity about the business background of the woman in front of him.
Originally, he thought she was just a rich young lady with ti on her hands, who opened a dessert shop as a pasti, not the kind that made much profit.
Yan Jian took a deep breath: "My store operates as a franchise, with thirty branches already opened in Asia. The franchise fees I receive are enough to cover your salary. Also, I handle the dessert projects for large business banquets, which also brings in considerable revenue..."
She clenched her fist towards him: "In short, you don’t have to worry about your salary, not a single cent will be short on you!"
Ben Shaming’s mind whirled. Her inco was surprising, but the figure he quoted would consu more than half of her earnings and might even require her to dip into her savings.
He couldn’t help but ask: "All this for your little sister, is it worth spending so many zeros?"
In this world, there are even heartless parents who neglect their children, let alone just siblings.
But Yan Yu looked up brightly and nodded firmly: "It’s worth it."
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That night, maybe it was a twist of fate, but Ben Shaming was moved by Yan Yu and accepted her proposal.
Half an hour later, he refused Yan Yu’s offer to drive him ho and instead, went alone into the subway, wandering aimlessly through the underground darkness amid the crowd.
He saw his face reflected in the window, his expression still numb, but there was a strange light in his eyes.
He also couldn’t quite figure out why he agreed.
Was it for that staggering asking price? But he wasn’t short on money, nor did he have any particular need for it.
Or was it curiosity about the sisterly bond between them? But what did that have to do with him?
He lowered his head, looking at his consistently pale, cold, yet steady fingers.
He thought, perhaps with not much ti left, he subconsciously wanted to leave one good deed in this world.
Since youth, his hands had been stained with blood. Hurting and killing were things he did without hesitation, which beca his attitude toward the world. Helping others... that was sothing new to him.
Although he used to disdain helping, perhaps in these last monts, trying it once wouldn’t be so bad.
Perhaps after he is gone, his mories of this world won’t be solely of killing and bloodshed.
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The subway arrived at the station, and he squeezed out of the crowd, diving alone into the night.
Suddenly, two glaring headlights shone directly at him.
This ti he wasn’t nervous; instead, he felt a helpless urge to yell.
Just a pair of headlights, was there a need to make one yellow and one blue, like a Persian cat?
What’s more, it was such a broken car and such an ugly woman!
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