Dear Mr. Shi
Chapter 900 - 900 892 has he slept with her

Chapter 900: 892, has he slept with her? Chapter 900: 892, has he slept with her? Miss Linghu didn’t pay any attention to his sarcasm, her gaze swept over his **** body, and when she saw the scarred wounds on his body, her eyes involuntarily turned cold, “Si Jianan, was it worth it for a woman?”

Si Jianan replied indifferently, “That seems to have nothing to do with you.”

Miss Linghu smiled with contempt, sizing up Si Jianan, and asked bluntly, “Have you slept with her?”

The tone of Si Jianan turned instantly cold as ice, “You’re truly disgusting!! And I warn you, she and I are completely innocent, and she is already married with children, enjoying a good relationship with her husband, so if you want to see me in the future, stop insulting her.”

Miss Linghu sneered maliciously, her body suddenly collapsing against Si Jianan, pressing tightly against him, brushing past him while her eyes smoldered with seduction, the corners of her lips curved with profound significance, “I really can’t tell, you are such a devoted lover. You haven’t slept with her, then how about a kiss, huh?”

After speaking, she exhaled as soft as orchids, blowing a breath into Si Jianan’s ear.

“Miss Linghu, seduction won’t work on me,” Si Jianan whispered by her ear as he lowered his head.

He pressed too close, intense breaths entirely sprayed on Linghu’s neck and ears, and his lips accidentally slid over her cheek.

Linghu’s eyes narrowed, suddenly capturing Si Jianan’s lips with her own.

The next second, Si Jianan pushed her against the door panel, hands propped on the door, trapping her body, then looked at her coldly, with an inscrutable gaze.

“You too,” said Linghu scornfully, lifting her chin towards Si Jianan, “can’t seduce me with male charms.”

Having said that, she pushed Si Jianan away with a hand, then took elegantly measured steps, turning in a circle inside the door as she sized up the room while also remarking, “What a dreadful environment!”

Si Jianan remained silent, just watching her coldly.

After Miss Linghu finished her survey, she sat down beside the bed, leaning back lazily against the headboard, and asked Si Jianan, “How about we talk business?”

Si Jianan gave a slight smile, “Do business with you? The way my grandfather did with your father?”

Miss Linghu lifted a finger, then lightly shook it, “Of course not. Ever since you found out that your grandmother’s death was caused by your grandfather, I knew you were no longer a pawn of your grandfather, and I just happen to need that pawn.”

She arched an eyebrow and continued, “The cooperation I’m discussing with you doesn’t require you to marry me, I just need you by my side for two years. My father listens to me very much, and my brother has always been obedient to me; they won’t object, as long as I say no, then they will definitely not cooperate with your grandfather.”

Si Jianan leaned against the wall, eyes fixed on Miss Linghu for a long while, then drifted off as if contemplating, his gaze somewhat detached.

And Miss Linghu had been calmly watching him, observing him. This man was very handsome, yet quite indifferent, proud and reclusive in character, liking to be alone, and accustomed to keeping a distance from others. Many times, he would simply smile, then fall into silence.

She was most fond of the man’s lips, thin yet sensual. However, it was said that men with thin lips are typically cold.

But she didn’t find him cold at all; contrary to that, she felt he was very faithful—a high school desk-mate he had liked for so many years, never able to forget.

To be honest, she was very curious about this kind of feeling, and also interested in Si Jianan as a person…