Chapter 11

"Ten million yuan per square meter, you really have some nerve!" Ling Siyi glared at Chu Ying, who remained calm, and she wished she could tear this despicable man to pieces.

Faced with a beautiful woman, Chu Ying usually didn't like to get angry. He smiled and said, "I think you're mistaken. It's been a day now, and the price has risen to eleven million yuan per square meter."

"You!" Ling Siyi suppressed her anger and said in a cold tone, "You know no one will accept that price. Now, let's talk about your conditions!"

A hint of surprise flashed in Chu Ying's eyes. This woman was not simple; she had quickly grasped the crux of the matter. In fact, Chu Ying knew that the price was a bit excessive, but setting a high price left more room for negotiation when the other party tried to haggle.

As for the conditions Ling Siyi mentioned, Chu Ying hadn't really thought about them. Since she brought it up, he couldn't let this cold and beautiful woman off easily.

Chu Ying raised an eyebrow and said, "Why don't you tell me the highest price you can accept?"

Ling Siyi realized this country bumpkin was not easy to deal with. She had indeed underestimated him. After a moment's hesitation, she slowly said, "Ten thousand!"

Chu Ying's eyes suddenly darkened, and a powerful aura emanated from him. Ling Siyi's heart raced, and she looked at Chu Ying with fear. She was prepared to call for help if this man made any improper move.

However, the strong and masculine aura from this country bumpkin was something she had never felt from the workers. For a moment, Ling Siyi was almost entranced by this man from a remote mountain village.

Chu Ying smiled lightly, and the aura vanished. He said calmly, "Actually, I can give it to you for free, without a single cent."

Ling Siyi felt as if she were in a dream. Despite her experience in business and having met all kinds of men, none had ever given her the same shock as this country bumpkin.

A moment ago, the霸气 (domineering aura) from this country bumpkin made it impossible to look at him. In the next instant, he was carefree and full of痞气 (rascally charm).

The combination of domineering and rascally charm in one person, and the ability to switch between them so effortlessly, left even the worldly-wise Siyi feeling bewildered.

"Give it to me? You're that nice? Tell me your conditions!" Ling Siyi rolled her eyes at Chu Ying, her icy demeanor melting, revealing a different kind of allure.

"The condition is simple: just give yourself to me!" Chu Ying stepped forward, placing his hands on the desk and leaning in slightly, just enough to see Ling Siyi's impressive chest, though it was blocked by her bra. The feeling of anticipation was the most stimulating.

"Get out, you pervert!" Ling Siyi's face turned slightly red, and she sat up straight, her gaze icy and terrifying.

Chu Ying was slightly taken aback. He rarely got rejected by women, assuming his charm was as invincible as his strength. But it seemed this ice queen was not impressed by his charm.

"Then there's nothing to talk about." Chu Ying shrugged indifferently and turned to leave the office.

Ling Siyi slammed her hand on the table and shouted, "Nail, stop!"

Chu Ying turned around and laughed, "So you've made up your mind so quickly? Let's go get the marriage certificate, then. Once we're married, I'll belong to you, and my ancestral home will be yours too."

Ling Siyi, being a strong woman, knew this was business. The man was just trying to throw her off and disrupt her plans. With this thought, she gave him a challenging look, "If that's your condition, I accept!"

She took out her ID from the drawer and handed it to Chu Ying, "Here's my ID, what about yours?"

Chu Ying was taken aback. This girl was quite bold. Since she had offered herself, he couldn't refuse as a man. He took the ID without looking at it and put it in his pocket, smiling, "I can't refuse such a generous offer. When are you moving in with me?"

"You... shameless! Give me back my ID!" Ling Siyi's eyes blazed with anger. She was speechless. People could be shameless, but not to this extent!

At the same time, Ling Siyi cursed herself for losing control of her emotions around this man. Now, he had her ID, putting her in a more passive position.

"Shameless? Look at this!" Chu Ying bared his teeth, leaning close to Ling Siyi, ostensibly to let her see clearly, but secretly hoping to provoke her.

Faced with this pervert's advances, Ling Siyi didn't back down. She lunged forward, reaching into Chu Ying's pocket.

If it were anyone else, they would have been caught off guard by Ling Siyi's sudden move. But who was Chu Ying? The king of mercenaries, the legend of assassins!

Although Ling Siyi's threat was almost zero, his professional instincts kicked in, and he reacted instantly, stepping to the side.

Ling Siyi, caught off guard, lunged forward. Her speed was so fast that she couldn't stop herself, and she was about to crash into the corner of the glass coffee table. If she hit it, she would likely be disfigured or worse.

"Ahh—" Ling Siyi screamed in terror, closing her eyes, envisioning her tragic fate.

Chu Ying was delighted. This was the perfect opportunity to play the hero. He couldn't let it pass.

In a split second, Chu Ying caught Ling Siyi's waist with one hand and blocked the corner of the table with the other.

Ling Siyi felt a warm sensation on her head. "Am I bleeding? Why doesn't it hurt?"

"Wife, does hubby's hand feel good?" Chu Ying smiled innocently, but his hand on her waist was not so innocent, gently squeezing a few times, enjoying the feeling.

Ling Siyi opened her eyes and saw Chu Ying's hand between her head and the table. She felt a strange sensation in her abdomen and realized what was happening. She cried out, trying to escape his grasp.

Chu Ying, seemingly unable to withstand the impact, stumbled backward. In a swift move, they both fell onto the sofa, landing in a very intimate position.

Ling Siyi felt a strange sensation. Chu Ying's masculine aura and broad chest made her feel intoxicated, but she quickly regained her senses. "Let me go!"

Her eyes, filled with tears, overflowed with anger. Her pure body had been defiled by this country bumpkin, and she felt like dying.

Chu Ying looked innocent and said, "You threw yourself at me. I'm the victim here. I'm already being lenient by not accusing you of harassment. Don't cry wolf!"

Ling Xuan, waiting outside the office, heard the commotion and kicked the door open, fearing her sister was being bullied by the pervert. She saw a scene she would never forget.

Ling Siyi was straddling Chu Ying, her hands on his shoulders, while Chu Ying's hands were tightly gripping her buttocks. The position was extremely ambiguous. Anyone who didn't know better would think they were in the middle of a love scene.

"Sis, you, you—" Ling Xuan's face turned red, pointing at the two, stunned.