Lin Banxia showed no fear, lifting her small face to et his gaze. "Anyway, you didn’t marry because you love . I suppose divorcing won’t make you feel upset or hurt either. I can help you achieve your goal, but you have to promise one thing: don’t tie down for my entire life. I want freedom in this lifeti—I don’t want to live so bound and constrained. I like freedom."
"Marrying , you can still be free..." Yan Ting had initially intended to strangle her in his anger, but after hearing her words, he realized this woman seed stronger than he had imagined. She had her own pride and persistence, which was rare.
"I an, freedom of the heart!" Lin Banxia clarified. "In any case, I won’t fall in love with you. After divorcing, I can at least open my heart to find a man I truly love—and who truly loves . I’ve already decided that in this lifeti, I must find true love..."
She held onto this belief, determined to make up for the regrets of her past life. She refused to believe that true love was rely a myth.
"Your so-called true love—are you speaking of Leng Weichen?" Yan Ting’s smirk carried a sharp edge of mockery.
Lin Banxia was startled, shaking her head imdiately. "No, no, it’s not him. He’s not the person I’m looking for."
Yan Ting sneered outright. "So it turns out you’re just a promiscuous woman who constantly changes her feelings."
Though his mocking remarks hit her again and again, Lin Banxia remained unbothered. Instead, she kept her head high as she asked, "What do you think? If you’re willing to add what I just ntioned, I’ll sign the contract. If you don’t agree..."
"Then what are you going to do?" Yan Ting raised a sensual eyebrow, staring directly at her as he asked.
Lin Banxia bit her lip, as if making a monuntal decision. "Then I’ll have no choice but to accept fate. I’ll repay your money with every last ounce of effort. Pear garden... will be my burial place. As for Leng Weichen... I have no involvent with him, so there’s nothing to worry about dragging him down with ."
Yan Ting hadn’t expected this woman to have the guts to go so far as to die for the cause. Was she truly prepared to perish alongside pear garden?
"Alright, I’ll add that clause. Your death won’t do any good," Yan Ting finally compromised with her. For the first ti ever, he yielded to a matter involving a woman—one entirely unrelated to himself.
In front of Lin Banxia, Yan Ting personally printed out a revised contract.
Lin Banxia took it, scrutinizing the docunt over and over again. Earlier, just hearing the phrase "getting married and having children" had made her panic. Now, after reviewing it carefully, she discovered Yan Ting had added several conditions favorable to her. For instance, marriage would co with a wedding gift worth 100 million, yearly birthday gifts no less than 50 million, and bearing his child would be rewarded with a 1 billion property. The terms were laid out clearly.
Her gaze fell on the final added clause—the one offering her the greatest assurance.
Overall, she would be gaining nurous advantages. Lin Banxia felt embarrassed about how flushed and heated she had beco earlier while fighting for these terms. Quietly, she signed her na on the agreent in duplicate.
Yan Ting’s expression darkened. As soon as Lin Banxia signed her na, he snatched up one copy of the agreent. Then, he opened a nearby safe, tossed the contract inside, and locked it shut.
Lin Banxia stood beside him, watching, so frightened she didn’t dare let out a single breath.
It was over. She had angered this man.
"Mr. Huo, is there anything else you need to address? If not..."
Yan Ting’s tall, wild figure rose from his office chair. His movents carried an aura of dominance as he gazed at her fearful expression and approached her with steady, heavy steps.
"There’s still sothing far more important we haven’t done, isn’t there?" The man’s voice was like a predator circling its prey, while she—a frightened, defenseless rabbit—had nowhere to hide.
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