CIATB Chapter 3 No money to pay? Then pay with your body!
Chapter 3 No money to pay? Then pay with your body!
Zhang Yan hadn't completely relaxed yet.
Nie Qingcheng's words froze him in place.
Not finished calculating?
Following that slender, jade-like finger...
Entrance hall.
There was indeed a small puddle of mud on that elaborate and luxurious Persian carpet.
Those were the incriminating evidence left by his cheap sneakers.
Very small.
It's almost invisible without a magnifying glass.
"Qom silk carpet, custom-made by the Iranian royal workshops."
Nie Qingcheng's voice was very soft, like a feather brushing against her ear.
"The construction period is six months, and the insurance premium alone for air freight is six figures."
She paused, then parted her red lips slightly and uttered a number.
"Full payment, 1.2 million."
hum.
Zhang Yan's eardrums rang.
One million two hundred thousand?
If you dismantle it and sell the parts, you won't even be able to afford to pay for the tassels on top.
"besides……"
Nie Qingcheng had no intention of letting him go.
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Her gaze wandered, eventually settling on herself.
That extremely thin black lace nightgown.
Zhang Yan's gaze was forced to follow.
My heart was pounding.
Nie Qingcheng traced her fingertips across her flat stomach, her tone carrying a hint of delicate disdain.
"The rainwater you brought in when you came in just now splashed here."
"Even though I did it, I still feel uneasy about it."
"Vervelle Haute Couture from Italy, a one-of-a-kind piece in the world."
She looked up at Zhang Yan with a half-smile.
"Add depreciation costs to the cost of mental distress, little brother, you can do the math yourself?"
Zhang Yan stood frozen in place.
Is this the world of the rich?
Just because of a few drops of rain, a piece of clothing was sentenced to death?
"Shall I...shave you clean?"
His voice was hoarse, carrying the last struggle.
"wash?"
Nie Qingcheng felt as if she had heard something out of the blue.
She stood up.
Barefoot on the floor, they approached step by step.
There were no footsteps.
Only that aroma, a blend of red wine and sophisticated cool fragrance, descended upon me like a fine net.
"My clothes never get wet with ordinary water, and I never wash them a second time."
She stopped half a step in front of Zhang Yan.
The height difference forced Zhang Yan to lower his head slightly.
They met those captivating, fox-like eyes.
"The carpet, the pajamas, and the shock I experienced..."
Nie Qingcheng leaned forward slightly.
The sense of oppression was overwhelming.
"Give me a solution."
silence.
Dead silence.
Zhang Yan gripped the hem of his clothes tightly with his fingers, his knuckles turning white.
Astronomical numbers.
This is money that you can't conjure up even if you put a knife to his throat.
a long time.
He gritted his teeth and squeezed out three words, conveying the stubbornness and helplessness of a young man.
"I have no money."
Apart from the few crumpled dollars in his pocket and the meager living expenses in his bank account, he had nothing.
If you're going to call the police, then go ahead and call the police.
I'm willing to go to jail.
Nie Qingcheng was waiting for these words.
A sly glint flashed in her eyes, but her expression quickly turned cold.
It's all business, no human touch.
"No money?"
She walked around Zhang Yan once.
His gaze was like that of someone scrutinizing a commodity waiting to be sold, examining it from head to toe, inch by inch.
Finally, she stopped in front of Zhang Yan.
Her red lips brushed close to his ear, her breath warm against his skin.
"Then repay with your body."
boom!
Blood rushed to the top of my head instantly.
Zhang Yan felt as if he had been struck by an electric current, and his hair stood on end.
Flesh...as compensation?!
He stumbled back a step, his back slamming against the cold wall.
There was no way to retreat.
He held his hands to his chest, his eyes filled with vigilance and disbelief.
"You...you mustn't do anything reckless!"
"I'm a respectable person! This is a society governed by the rule of law!"
Although poor.
Although in debt.
But some bottom lines must never be crossed, even at the cost of death.
Looking at the boy's unyielding and chaste appearance, as if he were about to be defiled by the female demon.
Nie Qingcheng could no longer keep up the act.
"Pfft—"
An iceberg collapsed.
She laughed so hard her body trembled, and the view of her chest was even more breathtaking.
"What are you thinking about?"
She reached out her finger and flicked Zhang Yan's forehead lightly.
Zhang Yan was stunned.
My cheeks were burning hot; I felt so ashamed and indignant.
I've been tricked.
This woman is simply a monster!
After laughing enough, Nie Qingcheng leaned back lazily on the sofa, like a cat that had eaten and drunk its fill.
"Starting tomorrow, every evening at six o'clock."
"Come and cook for me."
She swung her long, slender legs.
"Until I feel that your craftsmanship has offset the debt."
"I'll provide the ingredients."
"This debt will be settled when I get tired of it or am satisfied."
Cooking to pay off debts?
Zhang Yan's mind raced for a moment.
No jail time?
No need to pay 1.2 million?
And needless to say...selling one's body?
The stark contrast gave him a dizzying feeling of returning from hell to heaven.
"What? You don't want to?"
Nie Qingcheng raised an eyebrow, her tone dangerous.
"Or do you prefer the first option? If so, I'll call a lawyer right now."
"I do!"
Zhang Yan blurted it out.
Without any hesitation.
Forget cooking, I'd even lick the floors of this villa clean.
Compared to that astronomical debt, cooking is a blessing.
"You're smart to know what's good for you."
Nie Qingcheng nodded in satisfaction and beckoned with her finger.
"Give me your phone, and add me on WeChat."
Zhang Yan pulled out his secondhand Android phone, whose screen was shattered into a spiderweb pattern.
I felt a little embarrassed.
Compared to the latest model of Apple's iPhone in Nie Qingcheng's hands, which didn't even have a fingerprint sensor, this thing looked like a product of the last century.
Nie Qingcheng didn't find it offensive.
Take it directly, scan the code, and you're done.
The movements were fluid and graceful.
"alright."
He tossed the phone back into his arms.
Zhang Yan lowered his head.
A new profile picture with a completely black background has appeared in my friends list.
Her nickname is simple: Alluring Beauty.
But the nickname she gave herself was particularly jarring—
[The Little Chef (Debt Pending)]
Zhang Yan's lips twitched.
This isn't adding friends, it's signing a contract to sell oneself into servitude.
"Alright, you can leave now."
Nie Qingcheng waved her hand, as if shooing away a well-fed puppy.
"If you're even one minute late tomorrow at six o'clock, your debt will double."
"……knew."
Zhang Yan was granted a general amnesty.
He grabbed his still-dripping sneakers and dashed toward the gate as if his life depended on it.
Open the door.
The wind and rain came crashing down.
cold.
But he felt hot all over.
I glanced back.
The villa was still brightly lit, like a giant beast lurking in the rainy night—beautiful, dangerous, and irresistibly inviting.
It's ridiculous.
He delivered takeout, ended up with a mountain of debt, and even "sold" himself.
Zhang Yan smiled wryly and helped the electric scooter up from the mud.
I just stepped on it.
A cold, mechanical voice suddenly rang in my mind.
【Ding! 】
The random event "The Female CEO's Difficulties" has been completed.
[Judgment: Perfect response.]
[The host has successfully established a long-term, stable contact with the S-class target at minimal cost.]
[Reward: 2000 RMB in cash.]
hum-
The old phone in my palm vibrated.
Bank newsletter pop-up.
[A deposit of 2000.00 yuan has been made into your account ending in 6688, bringing your current balance to 2235.50 yuan.]
It's still raining.
Zhang Yan wiped the water off his face, looked at the number, and suddenly grinned.
Two thousand yuan.
That was his income from delivering takeout for a month under the scorching sun.
I just thought it was an unequal treaty.
Now it seems...
This woman is a kept man.
It smells pretty good?