The two of them sat on opposite ends of the sofa, separated by a distance that didn’t hinder communication.
Fang Zhou looked at Han Xi with a complicated expression, asking why she didn’t tell him earlier.
Han Xi smiled faintly, her fingers still tapping on the table.
She said, “If I had told you from the start, would you have accepted my sponsorship?”
Han Xi was confident that if Fang Zhou had known from the beginning that she was the sponsor, he might have run away without accepting it. The reason was simple: she understood this person; sotis his pride was stronger than anything else.
When he worked at her company before, he could have easily relied on their close relationship to achieve his targets, but he never did. Instead, he chose to deal with the sweltering heat of over 30 degrees Celsius, working hard to secure business without ever complaining to her.
From that ti, Han Xi understood the stubbornness hidden beneath Fang Zhou’s gentle and considerate personality. It was like a zipper hidden within a plush toy, only noticeable upon closer inspection.
Now, things were different. They were already halfway through, and there was no way to back out. Plus, with the achievents they had now, only a fool would give up. After all, the national competition is a stage that every eSports player dreams of.
Han Xi didn’t understand the dreams of these young people, but she understood human nature. Fang Zhou, weighing the pros and cons, would choose to overlook his insignificant pride.
After hearing Han Xi’s question, Fang Zhou fell silent, deep in thought.
She was right. If he had known from the start that the sponsor was Han Xi, he wouldn’t have accepted it. Moreover, at that ti, she had shown interest in him on the dating show, and he would have avoided her, let alone involving her in his entrepreneurial endeavors.
“What do you want?”
About two or three minutes later, Fang Zhou huskily asked again. There are no free lunches, and no one would casually invest millions just for fun.
Han Xi was a businesswoman; what she sought would be more important than what she invested.
At this point, understanding her true intentions and finding a way to fulfill them seed like the best way to repay Han Xi.
Han Xi raised an eyebrow, smiling without speaking, and slowly leaned closer to Fang Zhou.
When she smiled, her eyes sparkled like a clear spring, infinitely attractive, drawing people in without them realizing it.
“What I want, only you can fulfill.”
Fang Zhou’s heart pounded. He thought to himself: No way, no way, not that previous request, right?
His reputation would be tarnished if he had to offer his body.
At that mont, Fang Zhou rembered what she had said to him on the show.
She said, “I have money, you have a body, let’s make an equal exchange.”
At that ti, what was he thinking?
Oh, ex-girlfriends should be like they’re dead, not entangling nor questioning each other, and definitely not having any inexplicable relations.
But now, Han Xi had silently supported their studio for several months!
She truly provided the money! It wasn’t just empty promises or forceful demands for him to give up his career.
If soone treated you with such genuine sincerity, could you really remain indifferent?
Wouldn’t you want to give your all to repay them?
Fang Zhou unconsciously swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing.
“You...”
Suddenly, he found himself at a loss for words.
It felt like a scene straight out of a domineering CEO forcing his little wife scenario.
But honestly, five million.
If Han Xi really made such a request, he might actually consider it.
Joking aside, real money! Who would refuse that?
Of course, only focusing on the money and ignoring Han Xi’s underlying feelings would be wrong.
Fang Zhou glanced at Han Xi and suddenly recalled how he had fallen for her back then.
At that ti, Han Xi had transferred him to be her assistant, handling simple tasks like managing files.
During that period of close contact, Fang Zhou discovered that Han Xi was not just a workaholic; she was a very stable person at her core.
No matter what happened externally, it was hard to affect her state of mind.
Facing a financial crisis at the company, she calmly approached her family business. Even though she wasn’t good at drinking, she would drink glass after glass at banquets until they agreed to provide the funds. Afterwards, she would get drunk and cry, hugging a lamp post.
And when she found out that her trusted assistant had betrayed her and leaked company secrets to competitors, she didn’t hesitate, promptly taking them to court and getting them jailed.
So said she was ruthless, cold-blooded, and heartless.
Fang Zhou thought Han Xi should laugh at them for not standing as high or earning as much as she did.
Emotional stability was Han Xi’s biggest strength.
Another crucial aspect was that she always did more than she said.
You could see the qualities of the older generation in her: diligent, hardworking, and reliable, providing a strong sense of security.
Han Xi’s face was close, almost allowing Fang Zhou to see the fine hair on her face. His eyelashes trembled slightly, finding it hard to et her gaze directly.
She was too beautiful, like a masterpiece crafted by an artist. Even the hardest of hearts couldn’t remain unmoved by such beauty.
Especially since they had a history together.
“Aren’t you curious about what I want?”
Han Xi, seeing his silence, asked again.
She felt like she was teasing a cat, just waiting for Fang Zhou to react.
“What is it?”
Fang Zhou snapped back to reality, finally rembering the important question.
“It’s...”
Han Xi said, leaning closer to Fang Zhou.
Her faint perfu scent, reminiscent of an orchid blooming alone in the night, assaulted Fang Zhou’s senses.
“I want a set of your photos.”
It took Fang Zhou several seconds to process what she ant.
“Photos? What kind of photos?”
Proper ones or those with strange and exotic outfits, the indecent kind?
His mind was flooded with images of beautiful won’s photos he had seen before.
Could it be those? A cold CEO wouldn’t have such a fetish, right?
Fang Zhou tried to comfort himself, wanting to shake off the peculiar thought.
Han Xi felt delighted, watching Fang Zhou’s expression intently and knowingly asked, “Of course, those kinds.”
Who would want ordinary photos?
A good woman wants the indecent kind.
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