After disembarking from the yacht, a stretch Lincoln sedan stopped steadily in front of him.
The driver quickly got out and opened the car door for him.
Yan Ting settled into the car, his commanding and regal presence instantly rendering Banxia speechless.
To her, the languidly king-like Yan Ting at this mont was soone far beyond her reach to negotiate with.
In his presence, she felt a surge of self-doubt.
She realized she might have been overthinking it—harsh reality always seed to favor delivering a crushing blow.
"Why are you standing there dumbly? Get in already. Didn't you want to have a proper discussion with ?"
Just as Banxia was deliberating whether to step back and avoid being in his way, she heard the man's deep, magnetic voice ring out.
Banxia raised her eyes in a panic, eting his deep, brooding gaze. Her heart skipped a beat in an instant.
This man's features were sharp and striking, mature yet filled with undeniable male allure.
His innate power and authority easily eclipsed even dozens of Qing Lin.
"Oh..." Banxia froze for two seconds before stiffly bending her body to sit across from him.
Yan Ting glanced at her restrained deanor and said indifferently, "Tomorrow, I'll have my assistant find you. All my terms will be written in the agreent—you'll just need to sign."
"Ah..." Sitting before him, Banxia felt like a child who couldn't find the right words, her thoughts constantly steered by him.
This man was overwhelmingly dominant, capable of influencing even her mind effortlessly.
"I'm not sure what terms Mr. Huo intends to propose. Can you tell now?" Banxia felt she was making a deal with the devil—probably one where she'd end up counting money for him after being sold.
"To , you have no real value anymore. So, rember, the only reason I'm still willing to deal with you is because of your face and the fact that your body can still please ." Yan Ting's gaze lightly swept over her, noticing her tense expression.
He chuckled softly, "Don't be nervous. Being my woman won't leave you at a loss. At the very least, I can guarantee your safety."
"Why... why ? I an, you have so many won around you who are prettier and co from better families. Why choose ?" Banxia, at this mont, felt she should count her blessings—at least, he was still willing to protect her.
Yan Ting's eyes narrowed as he stared into hers, the interplay of light and shadow outside the window falling into her gaze, dazzlingly beautiful.
Suddenly, mories from years ago surfaced in his mind—a young boy involved in a car accident, rushed to the hospital by an old man.
Later, he learned that the old man was the owner of the pear garden, her grandfather.
After recovering from his leg injury, he visited the pear garden several tis.
Back then, a girl with a cute ponytail liked to lie on the pear tree reading comic books.
While reading, she would hum little tunes.
Beneath the azure sky, she wore a floral sundress, her delicate, doll-like face glowing under the sunlight—a perfect picture of beauty.
"Mr. Huo..." Banxia watched as he stared at her absentmindedly, not answering her question, making her even more uneasy.
"You can simply think of it as luck—turns out you happen to have a face I'd like to sleep with." The man had no interest in revisiting old mories, as doing so would make him seem tasteless—a wealthy heir admitting to having once secretly loved a teenage girl six or seven years his junior.
Banxia's expression... was rife with complexity.
The stretched sedan, its glistening body reflecting the lights of the city, gracefully and elegantly cruised through the main avenues of the downtown area.
Finally, it stopped at a spot not far from the Lin Family's residence.
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