"Sleeping with you will make one a deity, then most of the men in this village must already be up in the ranks of the gods, right? Ms. Zhao, I respect you, and I hope you respect me too. We'll be seeing each other often, so let's not say anything too unpleasant."
Facing the advances of Widow Zhao, Lin Yifan wasn't interested in the slightest.
Her reputation was notoriously bad.
"At most, they're just appetizers for me, good for relieving loneliness. Expecting me to serve them is impossible, and I won't lie about it; mutual consent isn't something to be ashamed of. Boss, just showing a bit from your hand could feed me for several years, and I guarantee that after the first time, you'll want a second."
Widow Zhao deliberately bit her finger, eyes full of allure.
Lin Yifan's current economic strength was, to outsiders, immeasurable.
Sitting in a luxury car worth millions and building a new house at home.
If she could cling to him, good days would come.
