"Yan Xixi, you don’t have to worry. I, Wan Donglin, will never let a woman suffer. Once I tire of you, I’ll let you go. And when that time comes, I’ll arrange things well for you, so your future will be secure. Yan Xixi, don’t think you’re at a disadvantage. Even if you struggle your entire life, you might not necessarily achieve such a splendid life in your later years..."
Yan Xixi tightly clutched the credit card, looking somewhat puzzled at Wan Donglin’s face—not because of what he had said, but because of the utterly natural air of entitlement with which he spoke. It was an imperial attitude, looking down on everyone, a bestowal of great favor—as if he were an Emperor, supremely gazing down upon the servants at his feet. From high-ranking civil and military officials to lowly palace maids and eunuchs, all had to prostrate themselves before him. Even if he issued an edict for "the extermination of nine generations," they would still have to kneel and thank him for his immense grace.
How long must one be immersed in such an atmosphere to cultivate such a composed and self-assured demeanor?
She suddenly recalled the taxi driver’s words: "Sis, let me tell you, seeking justice? That’s all fucking bullshit. I think, when it comes to small personal insults and grudges, you just suck it up and let it go. But if there’s some earth-shattering injustice or deep-seated hatred, then you have to find another way, end it once and for all... you get me?"
You get me? That phrase seemed to be quite popular recently...
She tilted her head back slightly and closed her eyes. She let the faint scent of roses nearby try to dispel some of the hazy ideas clouding her mind. It was like a person who knew one foot was already on the edge of a cliff but no longer had the strength to pull their whole body back.
Finally, Wan Donglin pushed a pile of small pills toward her. "Remember to take this medicine on time. I won’t allow any accidents. If a woman gets ambitious, tries to scheme and overreach, attempting to grasp a status that isn’t hers, then she’s simply unaware of her own limitations. Yan Xixi, I believe you’re a smart person and should know my bottom line. I don’t need to say more."
She gazed once more into his self-satisfied eyes, calmly accepted the pills, and nodded slightly. "Mr. Wan, rest assured. I certainly know my limits."
Wan Donglin laughed cheerfully, a pleasure that grew even stronger whenever he met her sparkling eyes. He reached out, affectionately stroking her face, clearly savoring the sensation of her skin, as smooth and gentle as jade. "Xixi, I’m convinced I’ll never treat you unfairly. Think about it over the next few days—whether to open a boutique or go abroad. I’ll let you choose..."
She suddenly grabbed his hand, her voice urgent, "Mr. Wan, I will finish college."
He paused. "Why go to college? You dropped out in your junior year. You still have nearly two years of courses left, and catching up would be very difficult. Yan Xixi, if you’re looking for a path forward, I can offer you something much better than college. Next year, I can send you to business school. Even if you leave me someday, with your looks, you’ll be able to find a more suitable man and ensure a life of wealth and luxury for your remaining years..."