Su Man stared at the hung-up phone, lost in thought for quite a while.
Echoing in her mind was that last sentence from Zhang Jingdong.
She suddenly realized that she had fallen into Zhang Jingdong’s trap.
First, he made her have to become his personal trainer, then had her demonstrate proper movements, followed by making her perform aerobic dances for him.
Step by step, he challenged her boundaries, and now he even started to dictate what clothes she should wear in front of him!
But now she simply couldn’t refuse him, otherwise all the humiliation she had suffered would have been in vain!
However, she knew that if she kept going , sooner or later she would...
At this thought, Su Man suddenly stood up.
After wrestling with her thoughts for a while, she finally made a resolve: she must not have any physical contact with him, she would only be his fitness coach!
If he tried to push the boundaries further, then she would quit and find another job.
Even with that decision made, a different thought suddenly appeared in the depths of her heart: What other job could you possibly find? Surely, you can’t go back to being a full-time model, right?
Doing so would mean submitting to the boss’s casting couch, which would be even more humiliating, wouldn’t it? Although Zhang Jingdong is roguish, at the very least he wouldn’t mess around.
And if you quit modeling and leave the gym, how would you support yourself? Surely, you can’t end up sweeping the streets?
With these thoughts, Su Man’s mind became a complete mess.
She closed her eyes, forced herself to calm down for three minutes, and then went to her wardrobe.
Opening the closet, she took out yoga pants, and then hesitated among three tight-fitting tops, finally picking the black one that showed off her figure the most.
She quickly closed the wardrobe door, as if afraid she might change her mind.
She put the clothes in a bag, quickly got ready, and went to the door.
She listened quietly for about a minute, making sure there was no noise outside, before she opened the door to leave.
She didn’t want to bump into An Lu at this moment, fearful that her expression or something else might give her away.
But in this world, the things you fear the most often happen.
Just as she got out of the elevator, she ran straight into An Lu who had just gotten off work.
Her heart tightened, and she asked subconsciously, "An An, didn’t you... didn’t you drive?"
An Lu replied truthfully, "The car before was rented by Jingdong, he has already returned it."
Su Man hesitated, "But he bought you a house, yet didn’t mention buying you a car?"
She couldn’t help but remember the Lamborghini that Zhang Jingdong drove yesterday, and the two scantily-clad beauties who got into his car, cursing him a hundred times as a scumbag.
At that moment, An Lu said, "He actually bought a car for me. We’re picking it up the day after tomorrow."
Su Man blinked rapidly, "What car did he buy for you?"
At this moment, Su Man had to confirm once again that Zhang Jingdong really had a way with women.
Not only was he willing to spend money on women, but more importantly, at this moment An Lu’s face wore a smile from the bottom of her heart, and Su Man knew that An Lu wasn’t before.
It showed that Zhang Jingdong had truly won her affection.
At this thought, Su Man’s heart fell into confusion once again.
And for the first time, she felt a bit envious of An Lu’s current life.
An Lu had a house, a car, and a wealthy boyfriend like Zhang Jingdong.
Although he was fickle in love, not only was he willing to spend money on her, but he also made her happy every day, and he was handsome and had a good physique, which could almost instantly overshadow most men.
And under normal circumstances, how many men with his qualities would not be fickle?
Noticing that Su Man seemed distracted, An Lu asked hesitantly, "Manman, what’s wrong?"
Su Man snapped back to reality, "Nothing... nothing’s wrong."
"Why do I feel like you look a little off?"
"It’s... it’s nothing, might be because I haven’t slept well the last couple of days, um... I’m in a hurry, I’ll talk to you later!"
After saying this, Su Man waved to An Lu and quickly left.
Half an hour later, Su Man finally arrived at the gym.
The receptionist saw her and quickly said, "Sister Man, you’re finally here, Mr. Zhang has already arrived!"
Su Man’s heart tightened, "I know..."
She hurried up the stairs.
After changing her clothes in the locker room, she stood in front of the mirror for a while, making sure her complexion was fine, then she forced on her previous indifferent expression and went to the training area.
At that moment, Zhang Jingdong was practicing sit-ups by himself.
She quietly approached, pretending to check whether his movements were standard.
After Zhang Jingdong did another 20, he sat up and gave her a deep look.
Above was a black tight-fitting top, with a slightly low neckline.
Although the bra cup wasn’t very big, by estimation, it was about a C, and it was very perky.
Below were grey yoga pants; the two long and straight jade legs provoked unlimited daydreams.
There’s a term "leg fetishist," and at this moment, Zhang Jingdong felt that her legs deserved at least a ten-year obsession.
Tsk tsk, this girl has a really good figure, no wonder her system score is as high as 99 points!
What moved Zhang Jingdong most at this moment was the stubbornness at the corner of her mouth.
Somehow, he found himself enjoying this forceful tone in front of her.
Why do many men dream of dating various girls? It’s because each flower has a different flavor!
Seeing Zhang Jingdong staring intently at her, after enduring it for a minute, Su Man finally couldn’t bear it any longer.