Chapter 42: Enjoy Last Night’s Gift (8)

She felt humiliated by his tone, but she really needed the money and couldn’t be proud. That was the cruelty of life.

An Ran’s eyes brimmed with tears but she held it back. She said coldly, “Suit yourself.”

She looked like a revolutionary martyr who was about to die. Ye Chengwei squeezed his eyes. “What? Didn’t Zhao teach you how to win men’s love?Or you don’t have the gift? You didn’t what to do five years ago, now you still don’t.”

An Ran’s face flushed. She kept cheering herself up by telling her to bear the humiliation. After she got the money, she would be free.

Ye Chengwei laughed frivolously and devilishly. He liked her swallowing it like five years ago.

He took her hand. But An Ran was startled. She hurried to say, “Not in the swimming pool.”

“You can’t choose where and where not.” Ye Chengwei was haughty and cold. Somehow he made people feel less than him.

“No,” An Ran said stubbornly and kept pulling her hand. “There are people around.”

People from the surrounding villas could easily see them. What’s the difference with a live show? She really couldn’t do it under so many eyes…

Ye Chengwei became colder in face with An Ran’s refusal. “You haven’t learnt to obey me!”

She had never learned it. Why should she listen? She never catered to him deliberately. How could she bend? She was what she was. She was the truest An Ran.

She could no longer take it and dropped her hand from Ye Chengwei. She said in an icy voice, “Do you have to insult me?”

Ye Chengwei looked at her absentmindedly.

An Ran was on the verge of tears, but she stopped it and looked bravely at him. “You are right. Ten grand is a large number for us poor people.

But that doesn’t mean you can insult my dignity. Ye Chengwei, you can’t buy my all.”

She poured all her feelings in her last word. After it, she burst out in tears.

She didn’t want to cry. But the more she pressed it, the worse she cried. Her thin shoulders kept shaking. She choked with tears and breathed hard.

She was circled and embraced. Ye Chengwei kissed her head top. He didn’t say anything, but An Ran gradually calmed down.

Were it not for the sarcastic insults, she could have mistaken him as a gentle lover.

But An Ran knew she could not yearn for this unreal tenderness.

She bit her lips and pushed him away. But without Ye Chengwei holding her, she could no longer float on the surface. After the push, she sank down.

Ye Chengwei looked at her thumping in the water and didn’t dredge her up after she choked some water. Then he held her crosswise and got on the floor.

He was still proud, “An Ran, remember. I am your only savior.”

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This Villa is Your Cage (1)

Ye Chengwei carried An Ran in the villa as nobody was watching. He crossed the living room with white carpet and went upstairs. Then he threw her in the big jacuzzi.

The decoration wasn’t changed. But it still looked fancy and new.

She knew the bathtub all too well.

An Ran cuddled herself in it pitifully. She looked at Ye Chengwei and was alerted by him bending over and crouching next to her.

“What do you want?” An Ran plucked her courage to ask him angrily.