[President + Chasing Wife Crematorium]
The cold black Bentley parked at the door of a suburban villa. Su Qingyuan's fingertips were still trembling when she was "invited" to get out of the car by the bodyguard.
The villa in front of you is as big as a maze. The crystal lamp reflects the cold light, and there is a sense of distance filled with money everywhere. Lu Zhiyan walked in front, his black suit outlining his tall back, his steps steady and with an undoubted sense of oppression.
"Sign it."
He threw a document on the coffee table. The words "Contractual Partner Agreement" on the cover made Su Qingyuan's eyes hurt. She raised her head suddenly, her eyes red: "Lu Zhiyan, you can't do this! My dad is still in the hospital, I need money, but I won't sell myself!"
The man turned around, with no warmth in his dark pupils: "Miss Su, are you qualified to bargain now?" He bent down and pinched her chin with his fingertips, which made her frown. "For one year, stay with me and play your role well. In return, I will cover all your father's medical expenses and the Su family's debts."
His breath smelled faintly of cedar, but it scraped across her skin like an ice blade. Su Qingyuan struggled and tilted her head, her voice trembling: "What if I don't sign?"
"Then watch your father being taken off his medication, watch the Su family be completely overwhelmed by debt, and disappear from this city." Lu Zhiyan's voice was cruelly calm, "I'll give you ten minutes to think about it."
He let go of his hand and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, turning his back to her. Outside the window was the dark night, like a bottomless abyss in his eyes.
Su Qingyuan looked at the agreement and dug her nails into her palms. The sound of the monitor in my father's ward seemed to be ringing in my ears, and my mother was distressed.
