Chapter 6: Come to My House Tonight and Convince Me
At this thought, a shadow flickered in Qian Ning’s eyes.
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Leaving the Longvine Building, Shen Ling walked along the street as the cool evening breeze caressed her. She knew perfectly well that Bo Jinchuan would never agree to cooperate with her company, but she desperately needed the money… How could she push things forward from here?
Memories surged back along with a tide of complicated emotions, and Shen Ling clicked her tongue in annoyance. Whatever feelings had once existed between them had long since curdled into hatred.
“Ding.”
Her phone buzzed. Impatiently, Shen Ling took it out, but froze for a split second when she saw the message.
“Come to my house tonight and convince me.”
It was from Bo Jinchuan.
Shen Ling paused, pressing her lips together. Was this a humiliation, or just another game?
She couldn’t know, but she did know one thing: this was an opportunity.
She was about to reply when another message arrived—a dashcam video.
The footage clearly captured everything that had transpired between them in the car the previous night.
“If Miss Shen doesn’t want me to send this video to your company, then don’t refuse my proposal.”
A cold, mocking laugh slipped from Shen Ling’s lips. Did Bo Jinchuan really think he could threaten her with this?
He was still that same man, convinced he controlled everything, believing he could toy with her at will. But she was no longer the woman she used to be.
Feigning distress, she replied, “I hope President Bo will keep his word.”
Shen Ling sent the message with a calm, unwavering hand, then, without waiting for his response, tossed her phone back into her bag, her face empty of expression.
Before heading to Bo Jinchuan’s house, Shen Ling stopped by a supermarket.
She understood perfectly well the unspoken implication in Bo Jinchuan’s message. For the sake of that sum, she was willing to cooperate.
She bought a box of condoms and carried them with her.
If it came to the point where there was no other choice, she was determined not to allow any further entanglements with Bo Jinchuan—nothing but money would tie them together.
An hour later, Shen Ling arrived at Bo Jinchuan’s residence.
It was a high-end villa in City A, where every square meter was worth a fortune—just the bathroom alone could pay for all her mother’s nursing home fees.
She lowered her gaze and knocked on the door, her face expressionless.
Knock, knock, knock.
The door swung open, revealing Bo Jinchuan’s icy, impenetrable face.
She raised an eyebrow, and in a heartbeat her expression shifted—instantly replaced by a look of sultry allure.
“President Bo,” she purred, drawing out the words, her tone thick with seduction.
Bo Jinchuan’s eyes darkened, and in the next instant, Shen Ling was yanked powerfully into the house.
With a bang, the door slammed shut behind them.
Inside, only the dim, golden glow of the lamps remained, and Bo Jinchuan’s breath was hot and close.
He pinned Shen Ling against the door, sealing off her every escape with a fierce, tempestuous kiss.
Her hands were pressed against his chest; she could feel the rising heat of his skin and the wild, barely restrained desire beneath. She stiffened for a moment, then forced herself to relax, suppressing the urge to push him away.
If this was the price he demanded in exchange, there was no point in saying more.
She wrapped her arms around him willingly, sighing softly with feigned pleasure.
“President Bo, aren’t you going to let me present the contract?” The implication in her words was unmistakable, and Bo Jinchuan froze for a split second.
A cold, thin smile curled his lips. “Don’t worry.”
Shen Ling hid the mocking smile tugging at her mouth.
She knew perfectly well this was a transaction. Bo Jinchuan was unlikely to go back on his word. She let him strip away her clothes, one piece at a time, without resistance or protest.