He broke his vows for her, and a tycoon descended to earth for love.

Siyi frowned and asked coldly, "What exactly does Qizheng owe you? Just tell me directly, no need to keep me in suspense!"

Jiang Yan smiled casually, her seductive tone particularly ambiguous, "Alright, Sisi doesn't want me to keep you in suspense, so I won't. He wants my person, so how do you want to calculate this?"

"Who is it?" Siyi replied calmly.

Jiang Yan raised an eyebrow but remained silent.

Lin Qizheng, who was standing to the side, finally couldn't hold back anymore. His mouth was a little red and swollen from being hit, but he was still able to speak.

He staggered up to her, grabbed Siyi's sleeve, and said haltingly, "Sister Siyi, please help me, I want Xiaojing, I want Xiaojing... Xiaojing and I are truly in love, she's not a prostitute... Sister Siyi, these bastards are forcing a good woman into prostitution!"

"What a fine line, forcing a good woman into prostitution."

Yu Chengfeng, who had been sitting on the sofa watching the show, casually got up, a cigarette still between his fingers, and took a puff as he spoke.

The man slowly exhaled clouds of smoke, his sinister eyes fixed on Lin Piaoyun standing beside Siyi, a half-smile playing on his lips. "We're here to do business, understand? Isn't there a top lawyer here? Attorney Ye, I'd like to ask you, can I sue this little brother of yours for defamation with that 'forcing a good woman into prostitution' statement?"

Lin Qizheng immediately became agitated, "I wasn't wrong! You're using your money and power to coerce a college student like this, you bunch of scum! Xiaojing would never do such a thing—"

"Xiao Zheng, don't talk!" Si Yi shouted at him.

Before Lin Qizheng could say anything more, Lin Piaoyun quickly grabbed his hand.

She shook her head, signaling her younger brother to shut up, "Zheng, shut up, do you want to get beaten up again?"

Lin Qizheng felt a throbbing pain in the corner of his mouth.

His face was full of stubbornness, but he dared not utter another sound.

She finally took a few steps back and hid behind her sister.

Siyi took a deep breath, probably having guessed some of the cause and effect.

She knew that Lin Qizheng was still a college student.

However, he wasn't exactly a good student either.

To be honest, she really didn't want to get involved in this mess.

But for Lin Piaoyun's sake, she had to be careful and bargain with Jiang Yan.

"Young Master Yan, let's put aside our identities today. Just tell me, how much does that girl named Xiao Jing cost? I'll buy her, okay?" Si Yi's mind worked quickly. She wasn't a conservative person. She knew that in extraordinary times, extraordinary measures had to be used. If it could be solved with money, she was happy to help a girl who was about to go astray. That would also be helping Lin Piaoyun, and she would consider it doing a good deed.

"You can have that woman."

Jiang Yan laughed heartily, his wicked look sending a chill down Si Yi's spine. His slender fingers slowly reached out and deliberately lifted Si Yi's chin, saying slowly, "But talking about money is too hurtful to our relationship. Besides, I don't have much of anything, except money. I think you should know that, Si Si, right? Didn't you investigate my background before the court appearance?"

Siyi held back her anger. "What exactly do you want? Just give me a straight answer."

"It's simple, one person for three."

Jiang Yan pointed at the Lin siblings and said casually, "Either you leave right now, or you stay and keep me company for one night. You can take all the people you want with you. How about it? You won't lose money on this deal."

Siyi's heart skipped a beat, but she didn't seem too surprised.

She met Jiang Yanhui's cold gaze, hesitated for a moment, then chuckled and pushed away his hand that was pinching her chin. Instead of answering, she asked, "Young Master Yan, your life must be very boring, right?"

Jiang Yan glanced back, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes, and raised an eyebrow. "Hmm?"

"Otherwise, I really can't understand why the famous second young master of the Jiang family would have countless people willing to pay homage to you, Jiang Yan Hui. It's a real pity that you're just a boring lecherous playboy who has to resort to such despicable tricks as breaking up a pair of star-crossed lovers to fill the emptiness in your heart."

"Haha! I just can't listen to this anymore!"

As soon as Siyi finished speaking, someone else stood up from the sofa. It was another handsome young man.

Beneath her elegant eyebrows were a pair of alluring black eyes. Dressed in an off-white shirt and matching trousers, she looked as graceful as a prince from bygone eras.

But the smile on his face was clearly one of schadenfreude. "Yan Hui, is this the lawyer who questioned you in court the other day? Seeing is believing—"

He looked at Siyi with great interest.

Jiang Yan's expression clearly changed, while Yu Chengfeng, standing beside her, pursed his lips, a barely concealed smile playing on his lips. He couldn't help but admire this woman named Ye Siyi.

She truly lives up to her reputation as a lawyer. I've witnessed her methods in court, and this time it's been an eye-opener for me.

How long have I known Jiang Yan?

They were childhood friends.

However, Yan Hui never showed such a playful expression again after his mother's accident.

Especially since he was cornered by a woman and couldn't utter a single word, it's truly a once-in-a-millennium sight!

"Are you very free?"

Jiang Yan turned around and glanced at Leng Xiyu, who had just spoken. "Should I make a call to America now?"

With just one sentence, the man, who had been beaming with excitement, was completely stunned.

Leng Xiyu thought of that little devil from America, and a throbbing pain shot through the back of his head. He felt deflated, but still gritted his teeth and growled, "Fine, you win! Fine, fine, I'll go out and find some pretty girls to play with. I won't stoop to your petty level."

After saying that, he actually opened the door to the private room and walked out.

Yu Chengfeng, naturally, was quite perceptive and gave a wink to the other friends in the private room.

Everyone already knew what was going on, and they filed out one by one.

He was the last to leave, and before he left, he didn't forget to say to Jiang Yan Hui, "Yan Hui, tell me when you're done. I'm right next door, I'll keep an eye on these two for you."

He didn't even glance at Lin Qizheng, but grabbed Lin Piaoyun's wrist and pulled her out of the private room.

The noisy private room instantly became quiet, with only two people remaining.

Jiang Yan reached into his gray clothes pocket, took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep drag. He turned around and sat calmly on the sofa, crossed his legs, and squinted at Siyi through the swirling smoke.

"You're quite sharp-tongued, but that suits your personality. To be honest, the more you're like that, the more I like you."

He spoke slowly, flicking off the ash from his cigarette, then stretched out an arm behind his head, picked up the glass of red wine in front of him with one hand, and slowly swirled the crimson liquid. "Alright, I'm not going to play games with you. Just give me a straight answer and tell me if you're willing or not. If you're not, I'll let Chengfeng know right now. That kid dared to come here shouting and demanding people. For the sake of our marriage, I won't take his life, but I'll take one of his hands."

“If you really want to cut off Qizheng’s hand, then go ahead and do it. I’ll watch. After you’re done, I’ll take the siblings away.”

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.