As the assistant spoke, he reached out to pull the woman's filthy hand away.
But is Zhu Qianying someone who can be so easily dismissed?
Her hand was like super glue, stuck tightly to Yan Shao's clothes, refusing to let go.
Hmph, does this arrogant man who doesn't treat women like human beings really think that Zhu Qianying is so special?
She went through countless hardships and almost lost her life, all to help her stupid mother get that 100 million yuan dowry. Now she got nothing. How could she possibly get rid of her with just a few words?
"A real man should have the guts to choose and the courage to marry!" Zhu Qianying's words were powerful and resounding.
The assistant shuddered, his eyes widening as much as a gong.
This woman really dares to say that!
It's clear that the special assistant wasn't the only one with this idea.
A hint of interest flashed in Yan Shao's eyes, a hint of impatience in his gaze. With a flick of his hand, he easily shook off Zhu Qianying's hand that was tugging at his clothes. His figure was like a leopard, and in the blink of an eye, he had already stepped into the car ten meters away with its door wide open. The instant the bodyguard closed the car door, Yan Shao's lips parted slightly, and he uttered two simple but powerful words, "Take him away!"
Before Zhu Qianying could react, two men in black had already flashed to her side, supporting her from both sides. By the time her mind returned to normal, she was already sitting in a car speeding down the road.
Although Zhu Qianying really wanted to figure out where she was being taken, she was exhausted after most of the day, and her reason couldn't overcome her body's functions. Her head hit the back of the chair for less than two seconds before she completely gave up, and she slumped against the back seat and fell asleep like a dead pig.
In front of her car, Yan Shao was watching a replay of the ten beauties escaping the canyon:
The women opened their toolkits one after another. Inside, besides various climbing and escape tools, there was also a magic weapon: a mobile phone.
The ten women had similar reactions after opening the package, ranging from initial shock and confusion to surprise upon seeing the phone.
Except for one, that woman should be named Zhu Qianying.
Calling her a woman doesn't really fit the bill. From the very first day she entered the competition, Yan Shao noticed her. Other women were either surprised, angry, coquettish, or charming—a thousand different expressions, a hundred different allurements, truly deserving of the title "a woman of a hundred different ways."
Only she wore a playful, inquisitive expression from the very beginning. This expression was familiar to Yan Shao; it was the unique look on the face of a mischievous and playful child.
Therefore, in Yan Shao's mind, Zhu Qianying was nothing more than a playful and mischievous child.
However, to his surprise, the one who was left to the end was actually this naughty kid!
"Young Master Yan, is this Zhu Qianying? She looks quite pretty! How come there's such a big difference?" The assistant pointed to the woman on the screen who had a ponytail, a plain face, but very delicate and beautiful features.
Just as the assistant finished speaking, the phone rang urgently, interrupting Young Master Yan's enjoyment of the replay.
...
More than two hours later, the woman whom the special assistant had praised as quite beautiful—Zhu Qianying—slowly got up from the luxurious bathtub. Crystalline water droplets slid down her smooth shoulders and over her undulating and alluring curves, dripping onto the water's surface with a "drip, drip" sound.
Her slightly narrowed eyes swept over the nearly ten different styles of yukatas—Chinese, Western, Korean, and Japanese—located beside the bathtub, and a playful smile appeared on her lips.
This gentleman is quite thoughtful!
Did they really think she was some kind of sacrificial offering? It turns out that the "beauty is food for the eyes" trick works on men of all statuses?
She thought only a lecherous old man like her father, who only thought with his lower body, would fall for this kind of thing!
However, while others treated her as a sacrifice, she never saw herself as one. Or rather, while others treated her as a commodity, she never considered herself that way!
With this in mind, Zhu Qianying quickly picked out a simple and bright outfit and put it on, then walked out of the bathroom, which was even larger than her boudoir in the Zhu family home, with a confident and generous demeanor.
Outside the bathroom, there's a completely different view.
In a living room almost the size of a basketball court, Yan Shao was nestled in his custom-made single sofa. On the huge projection wall in front of him, a scene of ten beautiful women opening packages was playing.
Zhu Qianying pushed open the door with light steps. The door faced the projection wall. When she looked up, what caught her eye was a close-up of her bare face on the screen.
Zhu Qianying was startled at first, but after realizing that the person above was herself, she couldn't help but feel secretly smug.
Ah! My skin is so soft, like a peeled egg!
Feeling smug, he couldn't help but let out a loud whistle.
The man carrying her suddenly turned around, his sharp, hawk-like eyes glaring at her. "Mind your place!"
Zhu Qianying is hilarious!
With a smile on her lips, she gracefully and calmly walked around to the man's front, blocking his view without any hesitation.
She crossed her arms and looked down at the man.
"Oh? What's my identity?"
The assistant had already paused the player, and a close-up of Zhu Qianying was projected onto the wall.
Yan Shao leaned back slightly, his lazy yet sharp gaze first landing on Zhu Qianying, then lazily shifting to the projection wall.
In the scene, Zhu Qianying is intently looking at something, her eyes sparkling with interest, and her slightly upturned lips carrying a hint of mischief and playfulness, so vivid that she seems to come alive from the scene at any moment.
The expression on Zhu Qianying's face was exactly the same as in the picture.
A hint of interest flickered in Yan Shao's eyes. He lightly tapped the armrest with his fingers and said calmly.
"Your identity is my decision!"
Zhu Qianying blinked as if deep in thought, took a few steps to Yan Shao, leaned slightly forward, placed one hand on the armrest of the sofa, and stopped about twenty centimeters away from Yan Shao with her delicate face.
"Young Master Yan, I think there's something we should agree on?" Zhu Qianying's tone was also very calm.
Young Master Yan raised a thick eyebrow slightly, "Speak!"
Although he was being looked down at from above by Zhu Qianying, his powerful aura made his "speak" sound like the indulgence and tolerance of a strong person towards a weak person.
Yan Shao's special assistant secretly felt a chill for Zhu Qianying. He cast a sympathetic glance at her, but to his surprise, Zhu Qianying remained fearless.
"I really don't understand why you have the right to decide my identity. This whole thing was supposed to be a fair transaction between us."
"You, Young Master Yan, publicly chose your wife, and I, Zhu Qianying, fought my way through the competition and won first place. If we really get married, you'll get my body, and I'll get your money. It's a fair transaction, each of us getting what we need. There's absolutely no question of either of us being inferior, right?"
"There's a saying: money can buy a lot, but it can't buy youth. So, if I become your wife and you give me 200 million, I'm actually losing out! Because money can be earned back, but youth, once gone, is gone forever!"
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