"Tell me, how much money do you want?"

"I don't want money. I want to be your wife."

"You know that I love someone else, don't you?"

"That's great, because I am the same."

This was how our story started. I planned it. But for the ending? I didn't expect it.

......

In the Presidential Suite of the hotel.

There was a lot of clothing strewn on the floor. Men's suits and ties were scattered, as they were also women's undergarments. There were five used condoms in the garbage can. It was indeed a passionate scene.

Shen Nanqiao opened her eyes while she laid on the white European-style bed. She stared blankly at the ceiling for a few seconds before realising where she was.

She sat up from the bed.

Her maroon-colored hair extended out on both sides, concealing the red markings on her neck and chest!

The man next to her had not yet awoken. She stood up and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

She finished cleaning herself up in a lightning fast speed. Then, she hurriedly came out in her bathrobe.

The man was already awake. He was smoking and leaned against the bed. His lower abdomen was just partially covered by the blanket. 

Hearing some noises, he turned his head, and his sharp eyes fell straight on Nanqiao.

She was dressed in a bathrobe, and her dewy white skin was gleaming. It was probably because she had just gotten out of the shower. She stood there with a lovely appearance. 

"Tell me, how much money do you want?"

When Mo Beicheng awoke, he noticed many spots of blood on the bed.

She must have been badly hurt last night!

Nanqiao laughed and went to sit down on the sofa. She narrowed her beautiful eyes and said, "Do men like to solve problems with money?"

Mo Beicheng's face had a chilly and harsh contour. His black eyes were sharp under his immaculate short hair.

He narrowed his eyes and replied, "Then what do you want?"

"I want you."

He was speechless.

"Marry me."

"You're incredibly ambitious," Mo Beicheng sneered. Despite his hostility toward women, he still respected and treated women like a gentleman. His scorn for Nanqiao's statements was enough to convey how irritated he was. "You want to be my wife after sleeping with me? Do you truly believe you're a noble? What is the distinction between a woman who can achieve her objective by sleeping with another man and a prostitute?"

Nanqiao did not take his humiliating words to heart.

Only people who were serious about this would care about this. Shen Nanqiao didn't care at all!

She was once deeply hurt by the same occurrence. 

"I wouldn't have been able to do anything to others that night if it had been anyone else. But you're unique. You're a soldier, and you represent the country's honour." She fixed her gaze on his glum expression, "But if I want to threaten you, I need something substantial. So I shot a video of us making love last night. It was quite a coincidence that I refused your initiation, and the film documented that you compelled me to have a relationship against my will."

The atmosphere in the room was tense.

Nanqiao expected him to seize her neck and compel her to delete the tape, but he didn't. Instead, he averted his gaze to her.

As a woman, Nanqiao didn't dare to look him in the eye!

He got out of bed a few minutes later, gathered up the garments on the floor, opened the door, and departed.

Nanqiao exhaled deeply, leaned back on the sofa, and closed her eyes.

Her phone was ringing. She looked at the caller ID and answered. It was Mu Zi. 

"I gave you medicine yesterday night, Nanqiao. You are only allowed to take one." The woman's tone was heavy, as if she expected her to be less than obedient.

"You said it last night."

Muzi gave her three tablets. She ate all of them because she was terrified that something would happen at the vital moment. She felt a little sick now. 

"This type of medication has some side effects. Don't..." Mu Zi altered the subject. "Risk your health."

"Yes."

......

Mo Beicheng exited the room and dialled a number on his mobile phone.

He was waiting for the elevator when the phone call connected. His lips were pursed firmly, and he exuded a chilly air that kept strangers at bay.

The guy on the other end appeared to be sleeping. He became enraged as soon as the phone was connected and screamed, "Why are you not making love in bed early in the morning with your girlfriend? Are you suffering from impotence or kidney problems?"