"President, if you don’t want to, then I’ll leave."
Li Zhiyan turned and walked away.
Catherine clenched her delicate fists, the humiliation in her blue eyes blatantly obvious.
"Don’t leave, I’ll get a room!"
Li Zhiyan let out a breath of relief internally—finally, the task would be completed.
Soon, Catherine rented a room on the third floor and led Li Zhiyan inside.
After shutting the door, Catherine stared at her snow-white, slender hands, feeling even more humiliated. What kind of person was Li Zhiyan anyway? But at this moment, she truly had no other choice.
"Li Zhiyan, go take a shower."
"President, I don’t want to shower."
"I’ll ask you one more time—are you doing this willingly?"
Catherine answered, full of humiliation.
Li Zhiyan gently pinched Catherine’s chin and kissed her directly.
Catherine didn’t resist, starting to passionately kiss Li Zhiyan back.
Li Zhiyan’s hand drifted to Catherine’s black silk-covered thighs.
"President, your legs are so beautiful."
As he thoroughly savored the feel of the black silk, Li Zhiyan’s mind was utterly captivated. This woman’s figure was stunningly perfect, no doubt about it.
"President, kissing you feels amazing."
"Your legs are really soft."
Catherine resisted Li Zhiyan, but still continued to kiss him.
A long while later, Catherine was in the bathroom scrubbing her hands over and over, using an excessive amount of hand soap.
As she washed her hands, tears began to fall heavily.
This low-class yellow-skinned man—he wasn’t even worthy!
"Li Zhiyan, can you delete the video now?"
Li Zhiyan felt no pity for the woman. Catherine’s tears were nothing more than crocodile tears. If Aunt Lai were the one crying, he’d have been heartbroken beyond measure.
"I’ll delete it now."
After deleting the video, Li Zhiyan showed it to Catherine for her confirmation. Catherine felt a weight lift off her chest; she simply couldn’t fathom why Li Zhiyan had recorded it beforehand.
"President, I’ll leave now."
Li Zhiyan felt utterly delighted—this time, he’d really managed to strike a blow against Catherine. Even during the kiss earlier, he had made her feel uncomfortable enough to lose sleep.
This would definitely inflict considerable mental torment on Catherine!
"Oh, by the way, President—about those ten kisses, you won’t back out, will you?"
Catherine wiped away her tears, raising her head with pride.
"Do you think I’m like you, a low-class yellow-skinned man? When I, Catherine, give my word, I keep it!"
Catherine was a woman with quite a temper; she could’ve easily not honored her promise to Li Zhiyan regarding the kisses, but she still kept her word.
"President, I’ll head off now."
After Li Zhiyan left, the room fell into complete silence.
Catherine picked up a towel, wet it, and began wiping the front of her bodycon skirt. As she wiped, she suddenly flung the towel with great force against the mirror.
The feeling of humiliation reached its peak in that moment!
"Li Zhiyan, you just wait!"
"Damn you, Li Zhiyan!"
Thinking about the upcoming ten kisses with Li Zhiyan, Catherine was filled with tears of despair.
Yet deep inside, there was an undeniable obsession with the terrifying allure of Li Zhiyan.
Why was this low-class yellow-skinned man so incredibly powerful?
Catherine couldn’t comprehend it, not even a little.
If... what kind of sensation would that be?
Leaving the hotel, Li Zhiyan felt overjoyed.
He’d claimed his task reward and now owned his first internet café.
Excitedly, he checked the current earnings of his shops.
"Ten days until the first payout of earnings."
"Spring Breeze Road Two Yuan Store’s current earnings: 4,000 yuan."
"Jiefang Road Mini-Mart’s current earnings: 7,888 yuan."
The newly acquired internet café hadn’t yet generated profit, but calculating the remaining 16 stores, Li Zhiyan’s earnings were approximately 240,000 yuan—and this was before the payout period.
"Monthly earnings are estimated to exceed 350,000 yuan!"
Li Zhiyan’s excitement was through the roof. At this rate, he’d soon have his first million in life.
It wasn’t dark yet, and just as he planned to head home, Li Zhiyan received a call from Aunt Rong.
"Sweetheart, are you working overtime?"
At this time, He Yanrong was dining with Lai Feifei and Shen Hongmei.
During the meal, He Yanrong seemed distracted, her thoughts entirely occupied by Li Zhiyan—she wanted to see him so badly.
"Aunt, I miss you too, but I’ve already eaten dinner."
"I just feel like having a drink."
As he said this, Li Zhiyan’s excitement rose tremendously.
"I’ll prepare it for you tonight, then."