Chapter 27 Be His Mistress for Three Months

Song Yilin dared to enter President Chen's private room because she knew that with Xu Qingmin's status in Jianghai City, he had the domineering presence that no one dared to turn the table when he sat at the head table. So, if she didn't want to, President Chen wouldn't make things difficult for her. However, in other people's eyes, Song Yilin had already been categorized as someone who could be sold.

Mr. Chen looked down on Song Yilin and said, "You're saying you won't sell now because the price I offered isn't enough to sway you. There's nothing in this world that money can't buy; it's just that the price you offer isn't high enough."

"So, Mr. Chen, are you willing to sell? If someone offers a high enough price, are you willing to sell?"

Chen Yan put out his cigarette and spread his hands: "Of course I'm willing. I only got where I am today because I sold myself, didn't I?"

Song Yilin, caught off guard, exclaimed in surprise.

All of Song Yilin's previous words and strategies were disrupted by Chen Yan's 'sincerity'.

This is a completely unconventional move.

Chen Yan laughed loudly: "Miss Song, you must be new to Jianghai City. You haven't heard of my deeds. Unlike Xu Qingmin, who is a third-generation rich kid with his own business, I started from scratch. I don't rely on my looks to seduce rich women. Why would they help me?"

Song Yilin was speechless for a moment, too shocked to speak. She had indeed never heard of Chen Yan's deeds, but the way he said it so bluntly made it seem true, and it should be something everyone in Jianghai City knew, so he had already given up.

"However, you and I are very similar. I could tell at first glance that we are the same kind of people. You are also someone who is good at using your beauty to get what you want, and so am I."

So, after Chen Yan achieved fame and success, he began to reclaim the dignity he had lost? Using his money and status to make young women fall for him? To compensate for the emptiness in his heart?

“We are not the same kind of people. Su Xiaomei said that if you have Buddha in your heart, you will see everyone as Buddha; if you have shit in your heart, you will see everyone as shit. Thank you for the tea, Mr. Chen. I’ll be going now.”

"You just don't want to believe it. You know better than anyone else that you're not selling now because no one is offering you that price."

Song Yilin stopped in her tracks: "Mr. Chen, you're right. Coming here today is already the first step in selling myself, isn't it? I mean it. I'm a widow supporting three elderly people and a child. The two elderly people need to take medicine every day and occasionally need to go to the hospital for dialysis, so I don't need much money. If one day I can't afford the medical expenses for my mother-in-law and my late husband's grandmother, I will come to Mr. Chen to sell myself."

Chen Yan's voice came from behind: "That's why I said you're a smart person. You know that when you said that, I couldn't bring myself to hurt you anymore."

Song Yilin knew when to quit while she was ahead. With just that one sentence, Song Yilin knew that she was no match for Chen Yan. If she didn't retreat now, when would she?

Chen Yan fiddled with the Buddhist prayer beads in his hand and chuckled. This was an interesting woman; she might be of great use in the future.

Her words always worked on the men pursuing her in Yishi. Since ancient times, men have respected widowed women who also support their deceased husbands' families, and they generally wouldn't easily get involved with them. Subconsciously, men hoped that if they died one day, their wives would be like that. Song Yilin was so beautiful and willing to take care of her deceased husband's family; they didn't want to break such a good moral standard.

On a deeper level, Song Yilin carries a heavy burden; no matter how wealthy a man is, he is unwilling to support another man's family.

She had just come out of the VIP room when she saw Xu Qingmin's shady face.

Without saying anything, he simply pulled her away.

Song Yilin really wanted to say that the party was over now and she could drive home by herself.

But seeing Xu Qingmin's unpredictable expression, she dared not say anything more.

Xu Qingmin pulled her into the car, and they drove very fast, arriving at the beach in just ten minutes.

In high school, they often went to the beach for dates. Song Yilin liked the sea breeze, but disliked the sticky feeling of seawater on her feet.

So every time they came to the beach, Xu Qingmin would carry her along the shore.

Xu Qingmin drove his car directly to the beach. Today, Xu Qingmin was driving a convertible, and when he arrived at the beach, he opened the convertible top.

Xu Qingmin said nothing, just silently enjoying the sea breeze, the moonlight shining on his face.

Song Yilin couldn't stand the quiet atmosphere.

"Mr. Xu, it seems you are driving under the influence of alcohol."

Xu Qingmin looked at her as if she were an ape, seemingly finding it hard to understand why her first question was whether he had been drinking and driving. He replied with a somewhat helpless expression, "I didn't drink today."

That's so cunning. So she was just pouring him alcohol while he was drinking water. When was the water changed? But given his status, no one would say anything if he didn't drink.

"It's not good for you to drive such a nice car directly onto the beach."

Xu Qingmin patiently played along with her, saying, "Why not?"

"First, your car is a sports car, not an off-road vehicle. It's all about speed, so the chassis is very low. It's not easy to get out of the sand. Second, once you get out, you'll inevitably floor the accelerator, which will kick up sand and cause it to get back in. If sand gets in, your car will be ruined."

"You're quite professional."

Song Yilin was praised: "Right? So, Mr. Xu, choosing our store as your supplier is the most suitable choice. Our store will bring you the best service."

Xu Qingmin seemed to suddenly improve his mood, loosening his tie: "Okay, I'll buy a hundred units, but I have one condition."

Song Yilin's eyes lit up when she heard the words "purchase one hundred units." Everything else was secondary; making money was the only thing that mattered.

"Please speak, please speak."

"Be my lover for three months."

Song Yilin's brain has gone blank, what is Xu Qingmin after?

"Why?" Song Yilin knew that Xu Qingmin no longer had feelings for her, because if he did, he wouldn't be willing to give the woman he loved to another man. Since he had no feelings for her, why was he making this request? It could only be revenge.

"Like today, I'll call you to attend gatherings like this if I need to."

Song Yilin held back her tears of humiliation.

Song Yilin knew that Xu Qingmin was treating her like an escort.

Just like concubines in ancient times, when the master needed them, the concubines would come out to entertain the guests.

“I won’t touch you. I’m not interested in married women. I don’t have the habit of picking up other people’s things.”

Song Yilin's voice was barely audible, filled with grievance: "So, I have to entertain the guests like today?"

Xu Qingmin heard the sob in Song Yilin's voice at the end of her note, his palms tightened, and his heart ached.

Seeing Xu Qingmin's silence, Song Yilin suddenly felt relieved. What right did she have to ask Xu Qingmin not to treat her that way? This world is a dog-eat-dog world.

Xu Qingmin is now in a position of power, and she is like an ant. She should be grateful that it is Xu Qingmin. She can walk sideways in Jianghai City and no one can easily touch her. But from now on, she will have an extra label, which is a devastating disaster for a mother with a daughter.

In her life, just when she thought there was hope, an unseen hand would pull her back into the abyss.

Song Yilin forced a smile and said to Xu Qingmin, "I understand. I'll think about it carefully when I get back."

Song Yilin opened Xu Qingmin's car door and left the beach without looking back.