Sister Yaoyao, stop testing me. I absolutely won’t have any more contact with Jiang Che.
Yu Wan'er was inwardly groaning in frustration.
In her eyes... Ye Mengyao was clearly jealous, knowing that her relationship with Jiang Che had crossed some boundaries, which is why she was acting this way.
My dear Sister Yaoyao, you used to see me as your best friend, and I even sacrificed so much to be your human pillow for two or three years.
Now that your aversion to men has healed and you’ve fallen in love with Jiang Che... are you starting to see me as a third wheel?
Our bond is fading, it’s really fading!
[Jiang Che, it’s all your fault, you pervert, you scoundrel, you disgusting trash!]
Ye Mengyao glanced at Yu Wan'er, feeling a wave of melancholy.
She really liked Yu Wan'er, her cute, soft, and fragrant little friend... If she were a man, she would definitely like Yu Wan'er too, so she didn’t blame Jiang Che for being attracted to Wan'er.
Helping Jiang Che pursue Yu Wan'er... that was the result of her careful consideration!
But when she thought about the script Jiang Che had given her... which required her to first have a falling out with Wan'er?
“Wan'er, as long as you don’t like Jiang Che, I don’t know how I’d face you otherwise.”
Ye Mengyao smiled gently, then secretly kissed Yu Wan'er’s delicate cheek.
Yu Wan'er’s heart was in turmoil, but she had already made up her mind... she would definitely keep her distance from Jiang Che from now on.
“Sister Yaoyao, don’t worry, we’re the best of friends!”
Yu Wan'er’s gaze gradually grew firm.
[Jiang Che, you scoundrel, you’re lucky to have Sister Yaoyao, but don’t you dare touch me again.]
......
“Jiang Che, you jerk!”
By the car door, Yu Wan'er pushed Jiang Che away with all her might.
She glared at him fiercely, like a tiny kitten with its fur puffed up in anger.
“Jiang Che... you already have Sister Yaoyao, why are you still clinging to me?”
Yu Wan'er was on the verge of tears, that jerk Jiang Che!
This couldn’t go on, she had to cut ties decisively, she absolutely couldn’t keep being so ambiguous with Jiang Che, otherwise, if Ye Mengyao found out... their friendship might be over.
“Jiang Che! Let’s just end this, okay? Stop bothering me!”
The sight of the little girl with tearful eyes was enough to break anyone’s heart.
But was Jiang Che just anyone?
“Fine, I’ll stop bothering you.”
Jiang Che’s words left Yu Wan'er stunned, but then she frowned.
[He’s just going to stop like that? How could it be so easy?]
[Did he lose interest in me? Hmph... I knew that pervert was a super scumbag, always chasing after the new and forgetting the old.]
“Alright then—”
“But I have one condition,” Jiang Che said with a perverse smile curling at the corner of his lips.
Yu Wan'er’s heart skipped a beat, she knew Jiang Che wouldn’t let her off so easily.
“Wh...what condition?”
Jiang Che whispered two sentences into Yu Wan'er’s ear.
Yu Wan'er’s eyes widened.
“No way!”
“Hehe... if you agree, I’ll never come after you again, how about that?”
Yu Wan'er fell silent. She did have some feelings for Jiang Che, but they were just vague emotions.
Now she was desperate to cut ties with him, otherwise, she would only sink deeper.
“You... you’re serious?”
The girl looked up with tearful eyes, her pretty lips bitten tightly.
“Of course, I’ve invested a lot of effort in you recently, it would be a total loss if I got nothing out of it.”
Jiang Che’s lips curled up unconsciously.
Yu Wan'er, this little girl, clearly had feelings for him.
Yu Wan'er pondered for several minutes before finally nodding heavily.
“Fine... I agree, but you can’t record anything or threaten me... and you can’t tell Sister Yaoyao. After today... you’re never to bother me again.”
Her voice trembled slightly as she spoke.
“No problem.”
Jiang Che pulled Yu Wan'er into his arms and opened the door of the Maybach.
Yu Wan'er had ridden in Jiang Che’s car many times, but this time... her emotions were especially complicated.
As she gazed out the window, the girl’s heart was filled with confusion.
If it were her usual self... she would never have agreed, she should have cursed him out instead.
Jiang Che glanced at the troubled little girl. Yu Wan'er might seem clever, but at her core, she was still a naive girl!
......
Jiang Che didn’t take Yu Wan'er home, instead, he brought her to a five-star hotel.
Yu Wan'er was so nervous that her entire body tensed up.
“Jiang... Jiang Che, I... I’m at a huge disadvantage here, you have to give me money!”
Yu Wan'er clutched her collar tightly. If she just let Jiang Che take advantage of her like this... wouldn’t she be losing out too much?
Since she was doomed either way, she might as well ask Jiang Che for more money. Her mother’s illness still needed a lot of medical expenses!
“Oh? How much do you want?”
Jiang Che, fresh out of the shower and wearing a loose robe, looked at Yu Wan'er with a playful smile.
Yu Wan'er might seem smart, but she was still a little fool. Once she boarded his ship... did she really think she could get off? No way.
Yu Wan'er hesitated for a moment, “Twenty thousand... no! Fifty thousand!”
She remembered the first time she met Jiang Che’s mother, Jiang Yunli had given her a card, which supposedly had a million in it. If she had known it would come to this... she would have taken that million back then!
“Fifty thousand?”
Jiang Che looked at Yu Wan'er with an amused smile.
Hmm... given Yu Wan'er’s looks, she was definitely worth that much. After all, she was the destined female lead... and a rare loli-type one at that. Did you think this was a joke?
And fifty thousand to him... was practically the same as five bucks.
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