The Devil’s Designated Lover

“Heh… quite spirited,” Jun Hao chuckled: “Perhaps you don’t know I most dislike women like you, who think they can read others’ minds.”

An Ke ignored him, knowing his words and thoughts were irrelevant to her. She just wanted to leave this oppressive place: “May I ask what business you have with me, Mr. Jun?”

“Please sit,” Jun Hao pointed to the sofa, “Miss An looks so restrained. Someone might think this is my hospitality.”

An Ke sat down without ceremony. Jun Hao walked down the circular staircase, sat opposite her, and lit a cigarette: “Would you like one?” An Ke politely declined.

“Cheng Hua, why haven’t you served our guest water? Do you know which cup to use?” Jun Hao lazily called outside.

“Boss, I know what kind of cup to use for different guests,” the man outside promptly responded, master and servant in perfect sync.

An Ke was indifferent, not caring how they spoke about her.

Whether intentionally or not, he blew smoke rings until the cigarette burned out. Jun Hao reached out and touched the cheek An Ke had slapped the previous night, lightly laughing: “Miss An, do you know? Last night was the first time I, Jun Hao, was slapped.” His smile never wavered, looking like old friends chatting.

An Ke listened quietly, waiting for him to continue.

“Here’s one million,” he tossed a prepared check onto the coffee table, watching An Ke’s expression: “It’s yours if you agree.”

One million was nothing to Jun Hao but could solve many problems for An Ke – pay her overdue rent, pay her brother’s tuition, continue her studies, and help her father live better. The money was indeed tempting. An Ke’s heart wavered: “Agree to what?”

Jun Hao laughed confidently: “Slap yourself with all your might, just like you did to me last night, and then apologize. It’s that simple, and the money is yours.”

“That’s really all?” An Ke asked.

“Yes, that simple,” Jun Hao’s smile deepened.

An Ke picked up the check, examined it, then threw it back on the table, challenging him: “If you slap yourself and apologize, I’ll give you this one million.”

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