Hearing the noise, Qiao Yiyang rushed out wrapped only in a bath towel, his body dripping wet.
Lin Xinlan pointed the shard at him and threatened coldly, "Give me a new room, or I’ll kill you, or myself!"
The concern on Qiao Yiyang’s face vanished in an instant, replaced by a very somber expression.
"Put the shard down!" he ordered, his voice cold.
Lin Xinlan frowned slightly, feeling somewhat apprehensive, knowing full well that a shard couldn’t really threaten Qiao Yiyang.
She had no choice but to press the sharp shard against her own neck and tilt her chin up slightly, "Qiao Yiyang, I don’t want to sleep with you. Arrange a new room for me!"
The man’s eyes darkened, a glint of cold light passing through them.
He walked toward her slowly, each step radiating danger.
Lin Xinlan cautiously stepped back and warned in a low voice, "Stop! Don’t come any closer!"
He didn’t come closer, instead he turned and grabbed something from the shelf.
Lin Xinlan was perplexed when he suddenly turned around and hurled the object in his hand at her. Startled, she instinctively raised her right hand holding the shard to block it.
Just then, Qiao Yiyang swiftly moved next to her, grabbed her right wrist, and tried to snatch the shard from her hand.
Lin Xinlan reacted timely and struggled vigorously. As Qiao Yiyang managed to grasp the shard, she moved, and the shard sliced harshly into his palm, causing blood to flow immediately.
Without even frowning, the man forcefully pulled away the shard and threw it heavily onto the floor.
Seeing this, Xinlan was stunned.
"Someone!" Qiao Yiyang yelled, and two bodyguards rushed in, their expressions changing slightly at the scene before them.
"BOSS, you’re injured!"
"Clean this place up and bring the first-aid kit!"
After giving the orders, Qiao Yiyang grabbed Lin Xinlan’s wrist and dragged her to the side of the bed, pressing her down to sit.
"You’re going to dress my wound later!" he said to her sternly.
Lin Xinlan had already regained her composure, she looked into his eyes and retorted coldly, "I won’t help you, find someone else!"
"You caused my injury, so you’ll dress my wound!" The man sat beside her, leaving no room for refusal.
The first-aid kit arrived, and he opened it, glaring at Lin Xinlan, gesturing for her to get on with it.
Lin Xinlan turned her head away, motionless.
It was his fault he was injured, not her business.
"Hurry up, do you want me to bleed to death?"
Feeling slightly guilty, she stole a glance at his hand. There was so much blood; his entire palm was drenched in it.
"I have a condition. I’ll treat your wound, but you have to let me sleep in a separate room."
Qiao Yiyang gave a faint smile, "Still in the mood to negotiate with me. I can reluctantly agree to let you sleep alone in the bed, and I’ll sleep on the sofa. If you don’t agree, we’ll sleep in the same bed!"
Lin Xinlan immediately became angry, glaring at him angrily, "I’d rather die than comply!"
"Haha..." The man couldn’t help but burst into laughter, his eyes filled with a thick sense of amusement.
"I don’t have any intentions toward you; you don’t need to be so chastely adamant. Or is it that, deep down, you’re always thinking about what I could do to you? Xinlan, tell me, what exactly are you thinking?"
Lin Xinlan abruptly stood up, her face turning cold, "Qiao Yiyang, I’m not in the mood for jokes. I want a room of my own!"
"I’m asking you one last time, do you accept my offer?" Qiao Yiyang dropped the smile and asked in a deep tone.