Chapter 80: That’s a Different Price

Hearing this, Wen Nan paused for a moment, then with a hint of teasing on his face, he laughed and said, “That… costs extra.”

Unexpectedly, Yang Jingyuan took him seriously, her face lighting up with delight. “Alright, name your price, anything you want.”

Wen Nan shook his head with a smile. “I was only joking, sis. Don’t take it seriously.”

As he spoke, he retreated to his seat and began straightening his clothes.

Yang Jingyuan sat up, watching his movements in confusion. “You… you’re leaving already?”

Wen Nan was already buttoning his shirt. He turned to her with a smile. “Sis, I have to go to work.”

Watching those beautiful abs and chest muscles slowly disappear behind the closed buttons, Yang Jingyuan couldn’t hide her disappointment. She leaned closer to Wen Nan, raised her hand, and gently traced his firm chest through the fabric. Her gaze traveled up from his torso to his handsome, smiling face.

She had to admit, whether it was his figure, his face, or even every strand of his hair, he was the epitome of her aesthetic ideal.

A few hours ago, she had declared with apparent nonchalance that she only wanted a one-night stand. But now, after just one encounter, she found herself even more drawn to this man and less willing to let go.

Biting her lower lip, Yang Jingyuan watched as Wen Nan finished buttoning up, adjusted his sleeves, and prepared to leave. Panic flickered in her eyes.

She reached out and grabbed his arm. “Don’t go to work. Let me take care of you.”

Wen Nan hadn’t expected such a sudden proposition. Surprised, he looked at her.

The heiress of the Yang family, famous for her commitment to never marrying and never forming a long-term relationship with any man—why the sudden change?

When Wen Nan didn’t immediately refuse as he had before, Yang Jingyuan saw a glimmer of hope and pressed her advantage:

“How much does Guan Ailin pay you? Five hundred thousand a year? Eight hundred thousand? I’ll give you a million per year, paid all at once. How about it?”

Wen Nan couldn’t help but laugh.

Who offers a million a year for a boy toy and pays all at once? Was she not worried he’d take the money and run?

Seeing the mocking smile on his face, Yang Jingyuan thought she hadn’t offered enough and quickly upped her bid: “Two million? I just bought a penthouse next to your office and haven’t even stayed there yet. If you’re willing, I’ll transfer the deed to you.”

Wen Nan looked at her in disbelief.

Did money grow on trees for her to throw it around so freely?

So this is how easy life is for the stunningly handsome? No wonder so many people stopped trying to make it on their own.

If this weren’t a game, if this were real life, and he hadn’t met anyone else or had anyone else in his heart, he might have actually wanted to reply, “Sugar mommy, I’m starving—feed me.”

But now, Wen Nan could only smile as he gently removed Yang Jingyuan’s hand from his arm and said,

“You know that’s impossible. We’re from different worlds; we’re destined never to end up together. Why force it?”

With that, he brought her hand to his lips, pressed a gentle kiss on the back of it, then turned away and decisively stepped out of the car.

“You…”

Yang Jingyuan wanted to say more, but her voice was drowned out as the car door closed.

9527: [Congratulations, target ‘the wealthy woman seeking a child with a fortune’—current affection score has risen to 85%.]

Wen Nan stopped in his tracks.

Another fifteen percent increase just like that?

So this beautiful, wealthy elder sister was just like Wu Yuwei from the trial map—the more you reject her, the more she likes you?

Is it true that people always yearn for what they can’t have?

Wen Nan could only smile helplessly, shrugging his shoulders. He ran a hand through his messy bangs, stepped into the elevator lobby, and pressed the button for the top floor.

…

[He’s coming, he’s coming!]
[The stream’s back! The blackout is over!]
[Finally, some visuals!]
[Where is he? Why isn’t he in the car?]
[Wait, it skipped straight to after? Judging by the blissful look on the streamer’s face as he walks into the elevator, nothing seems wrong.]
[Not only is he fine, his affection score with the rich woman just shot up to 85%!]
[Whoa, that high?]
[Didn’t someone say you absolutely had to reject this female ghost? The streamer spent nearly four hours in the car, and not only is he unscathed, his score soared to 85%! Whoever said that, come out and explain yourself.]
[I told you all, this streamer is a hidden master. Don’t try to tell him how to play the game with your newbie logic.]
[Don’t question anything a master does! The path he chooses is always the best!]
[If I’d known, I would’ve tried romancing the female ghost back then—enjoying myself and getting rewards. That’s a win-win.]
[You’re dreaming. That’s a legendary hidden master. Anyone else tries this, they’d be dead before they even reach the car door.]
[Exactly. We’d never be stuck in the audience if we had even a fraction of his courage.]
[It stings, brother.]
[Hurts so good.]

…

Back at his workstation, Wen Nan checked the time—ten minutes to five. Almost time to get off work.

He was startled.

Had he really spent that long in Yang Jingyuan’s car? No wonder people say indulgence leads to ruin.

His stomach rumbled. Wen Nan grabbed a Nutrition Supplement from his inventory and chewed it. His junior sister came back from the break room with a cup of coffee. As soon as she spotted Wen Nan, she rushed over excitedly.

“Senior! You’re finally back! The big boss came looking for you four times this afternoon! I managed to make up excuses each time and handled it easily!”

Wen Nan smiled and pinched her cheek. “Good girl.”

His junior sister glanced around to make sure no one was paying attention, then leaned in conspiratorially and whispered, “Senior, did you… go to the Rich Lady’s Funhouse?”

“The Rich Lady’s Funhouse?”

“You know… that g.spot!”

Speaking of which…

Wen Nan quickly opened Yang Jingyuan’s chat window in the system and sent a message:

[Jiǔ: Sis.]

She must have been driving and couldn’t type, so she replied with a voice message—her voice soft and lazy, tinged with post-pleasure languor:

[Xiaoyuan: What is it, little brother? Regretting it? If you change your mind now, my offer still stands.]

Her voice wasn’t loud, but in the quiet office, it sounded especially clear.

His junior sister heard every word, her eyes wide with shock, her mouth forming an “o.” “Senior! You didn’t… mmph!”

She was cut off by Wen Nan’s hand over her mouth.

“No, I didn’t. Don’t talk nonsense.” Wen Nan glanced at the CEO’s office, stood up, and said, “I need to step out. Message me if anything comes up.”

With that, he headed for the emergency stairwell, squatted down on the empty steps, and continued messaging.

[Jiǔ: Actually, sis, I have a question for you.]

[Xiaoyuan: Go ahead.]

[Jiǔ: Do you know where the g.spot is?]

[Xiaoyuan: ……]

[Xiaoyuan: Little brother, after all that time together, you still don’t know?]

Wen Nan was momentarily speechless, a hint of helplessness in his smile.

[Jiǔ: That’s not what I meant.]

[Xiaoyuan: Then what do you mean?]

[Jiǔ: I think you know which one I’m asking about.]

This time, there was a pause before she replied:

[Xiaoyuan: I can tell you, but on one condition.]

[Xiaoyuan: See me again.]

Wen Nan didn’t hesitate. [Jiǔ: Deal.]

[Xiaoyuan: If you mean your company’s g.spot, it’s on the top floor, by the side door of the CEO’s office, in the emergency stairwell. There’s a hidden door—go through it.]

Wen Nan was startled by the answer.

Right by the CEO’s office, the emergency stairwell… wasn’t that exactly where he was now?

He looked up, and sure enough, in the corner behind the door was a very well-concealed hidden entrance.

Sorry for the late update today… The last chapter’s steamy scene got stuck in review for a long time, left me a bit frazzled.

(To all the dear readers, this really is a brand-new book, and I’m genuinely new here!)

(End of chapter)