"The first ti was a mutual agreent between us. But as for the afternoon, it was clearly your fault. I rely walked into the wrong room—you could have woken up and kicked out..."
"Do you think I would throw a woman dressed in just lingerie out the door?" Yan Ting was forced to remind her how enticing she had looked at the ti. "I'm a normal man. You were clearly seducing , and I don't have the restraint of a saint."
"All excuses!" Banxia glared at him angrily. "You did it on purpose."
"Banxia, being my woman won't put you at a disadvantage. You need to understand, the only thing of value you have right now is your body. While you can still please , you should use it wisely..."
"Yan Ting, when did our relationship turn into such a twisted transaction?" Banxia was horrified to realize how thoroughly this man had her in his grip.
"If you want to cut ties with completely, go ahead and try!" Yan Ting's sharp gaze narrowed, his displeasure evident at her defiance.
Banxia stood frozen in place on the deck, staring at the domineering figure of the man as he disappeared through the opulent doorway.
"This is too chaotic!" Banxia turned around abruptly, only to hear sothing drop to the ground.
It was Yan Ting's suit jacket that he had given her to stay warm.
She bent down, picked it up, and instinctively dusted off the side that had gotten dirty.
That man seed so cold and distant, yet every now and then, he would show gestures that ward the heart.
Now, with the fallout and complete rupture between herself and Qing Lin, the path ahead seed destined to be arduous.
Her father would likely explode in fury, and might even force her to hand over the pear garden deed to quell this disaster.
No... Even if it kills her, she would never agree.
Right now, the only person who could save her from this abyss—is it really just Yan Ting?
Is he trustworthy?
To Banxia, he was too enigmatic, too unreadable—she didn't understand this man at all.
To gamble her most precious possession—it was far too risky.
And yet, there were no other options left.
For the rest of the trip, Banxia stayed hidden in her room.
The vibrant hustle and bustle of the cruise had nothing to do with her.
On the final evening of the return journey, Banxia awoke drowsily, startled by loud banging on her door.
She jolted upright and clearly heard Qing Lin's voice yelling from outside: "Banxia, open the door! I need to talk to you. Open it, now."
Banxia, afraid, draped a coat over herself, stepped near the door, and shouted back, "Qing Lin, there's nothing left for us to talk about. Please stop harassing ."
"Hah, nothing left to talk about? Who is the bastard you've fallen for? Tell , and I'll make sure he pays!" Qing Lin, drunk, spoke recklessly in his fury.
"I won't tell you. It's my own business." Banxia bit her lower lip and responded coldly.
"If you refuse to tell , then you're lying—you don't have anyone you're secretly in love with. You're just trying to get rid of . Banxia, who do you think you are? And who do you think I am? You don't get to dump ." Qing Lin kept pounding on the door, spewing venomous words.
Banxia didn't want to engage with him further—he was like a mad dog now, biting at whatever he could reach. She refused to stoop to his level.
"You lowly woman. If you break up with , you won't have a single good day ahead of you. Do you know how many tis your father begged to marry you? And now you have the audacity to suggest splitting up? Be careful—your father might just throw you out on the streets. Then, don't you dare crawl on the ground like a beggar, sobbing and pleading for to forgive you. Even if you begged to sleep with you, I'd find you unworthy..."
"Qing Lin, who's the real one with dirty hands here? When did you start up with Huan Ning? Don't you think you owe so honesty too?" Banxia was disgusted beyond belief and finally stopped holding back, cutting straight to the truth.
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