The Counterattack of a Wealthy Family's Substitute

Yao Yingxi didn't know how to answer the question; she was indeed afraid of him. But her intuition told her that she couldn't tell the truth.

The possessiveness in the man's eyes was too obvious, the excitement of a hunter seeing his prey was too intense, and she couldn't ignore it even if she wanted to.

Yao Yingxi forced a smile: "Mr. Xi, you have helped me many times, and I remember them all."

"I am very grateful to you, and I am willing to repay you within my means."

“But…” Yao Yingxi stopped smiling and looked at Xi Yuanchen: “That’s all.”

Xi Yuanchen looked at Yao Yingxi and inexplicably smiled.

He withdrew his hand and adjusted his posture.

With a "beep", the central locking system was unlocked.

Xi Yuanchen handed Yao Yingxi's bag to her. He watched as Yao Yingxi, unable to hide her panic, opened the car door and eagerly got out of the car.

“Yao Yingxi…” he began, then paused, looking at Yao Yingxi: “I’m interested in you, but I don’t like to force others.”

After Xi Yuanchen finished speaking, he looked at Yao Yingxi for a few seconds, and then his stiff spine visibly relaxed.

Yao Yingxi turned around and bowed to Xi Yuanchen. At that moment, she thought Xi Yuanchen had let her off the hook. She smiled and said sincerely, "Thank you, Mr. Xi."

After saying that, he left.

Xi Yuanchen got out of the car and watched Yao Yingxi leave step by step. His smile deepened: "I prefer my prey to come to me on its own rather than forcing it."

…………

The day before she ran out of savings, Yao Yingxi finally found a job as a waitress at a club.

At 2 a.m., after getting off work, Yao Yingxi walked out into the night as usual, when she was suddenly stopped by someone.

The other person was a man who looked somewhat familiar. He stood in front of her, blocking her way: "Miss Yao, our CEO Zhang is inviting you to dinner across the street. We hope you will do us the honor of joining us."

Yao Yingxi is not bad-looking, and her features are even more outstanding after makeup.

During this period of working at Nightclub, many people have been openly or secretly trying to keep her as a sugar daddy.

Yao Yingxi looked at the person in front of her with a cold face, and finally remembered that he was President Zhang's secretary.

Mr. Zhang is a middle-aged man in his forties who owns a listed company, has two children, a happy family, and is well-maintained.

When he first met Yao Yingxi, he was already quite attentive to her.

"I'm sorry, it's late, I need to go back and rest. Please thank Mr. Zhang for his kindness." Yao Yingxi said, and was about to walk past Mr. Zhang's secretary.

He had only taken two steps when his secretary caught up with him.

"Miss Yao, please don't make things difficult for me." The secretary's attitude became assertive as she looked at Yao Yingxi: "If Miss Yao insists, then I will have no choice but to offend you."

Yao Yingxi's face turned completely cold, and her secretary gestured for her to proceed.

Yao Yingxi remained still, watching as several men walked out from around her.

Yao Yingxi tightened her grip on the bag and stepped across the street.

Four Seasons Hotel.

As Yao Yingxi stepped into the restaurant, she saw Mr. Zhang sitting by the window smoking.

The large restaurant was empty except for Mr. Zhang. When he saw Yao Yingxi arrive, he stubbed out his cigarette and gave her a smile.

Yao Yingxi walked over, stood beside the table, and said politely, "Mr. Zhang, thank you for your kindness, but I just ate something and can't eat anymore, so I'll head back now."

"Does Miss Yao really think that I'm simply inviting you to dinner?"

Yao Yingxi remained silent, but President Zhang bluntly stated, "Yingxi, I like you."

Looking at you makes me feel younger.

"If you come with me, I won't treat you badly."

"I can give you a much better life than you have now."

"You're a good girl. You shouldn't let life make you so miserable. You deserve better."

After Mr. Zhang finished speaking, he looked at Yao Yingxi's blank expression, but was full of certainty.

He believed that his words were sincere and touching, and that he could easily fool such a naive young girl.

Mr. Zhang smiled, but beneath his refined smile lay a lewd and depraved mind.

Yao Yingxi looked at him and curled her lips in a mocking smile.

She looked around. In the entire restaurant, apart from a waiter standing far away, the only other people were all Mr. Zhang's men.

Whether she agrees tonight or not, it's a matter of life and death. When you feel the crisis looming, fearlessness arises.

Yao Yingxi sneered, secretly taking out a knife from her bag and holding it in her hand: "Does President Zhang mean he likes me?"

"I like you very much."

"But doesn't Mr. Zhang have a wife and children?"

“I know I did something wrong.” Mr. Zhang looked guilty. “But, there is no love between my wife and me anymore. There is only family affection between us.”

"Will Mr. Zhang divorce your wife?"

"Yes." Mr. Zhang sensed that Yao Yingxi was already interested, so he casually made a promise: "Give me some time."

Yao Yingxi nodded and smiled: "Okay, then I'll wait until the day Mr. Zhang divorces your wife before I tell you that I like you."

"It's late, Mr. Zhang, you should go home and rest early."

After saying that, Yao Yingxi walked out.

Mr. Zhang was stunned for a moment, then realized that Yao Yingxi was playing a trick on him.

"Grab her!" Mr. Zhang shouted angrily, his feigned elegance turning into a ferocious expression.

Yao Yingxi ran quickly out of the restaurant, but was stopped at the elevator.

As the men reached out to grab her, Yao Yingxi stood firm, her face cold: "Don't touch me!"

Mr. Zhang walked up from behind and slapped Yao Yingxi across the face, leaving a bright red handprint instantly on her cheek.

"You bitch! You won't listen to reason, so you'll have to suffer the consequences!"

"It's your good fortune that I even noticed you! You won't listen until I've ruined you."

With a grim expression, General Manager Zhang said to the person who accepted the gift, "Take it away!"

"You dare!" Yao Yingxi pulled out a knife she had hidden in her hand and held it to her own neck.

Zhang's men stared at the knife in Yao Yingxi's hand, and for a moment they didn't make a move.

Yao Yingxi applied some force, the blade piercing the delicate skin, drawing out a trace of bright red blood: "Let me go, otherwise, as the boss of a listed company, you wouldn't want to cause a scene that drives someone to suicide, would you?"

Mr. Zhang didn't expect Yao Yingxi to be so reckless. He cursed under his breath, his face turning ugly, but he wasn't deterred by her.

Giving his secretary a wink, Mr. Zhang loosened his tie, chuckled, and his voice, once ruthless, turned into nonchalance: "Yingxi, what are you doing?"

"I just want to be friends with you. I'll treat you to a meal, and after we finish eating, I'll take you home."

As soon as Mr. Zhang finished speaking, his secretary had already unknowingly walked up behind Yao Yingxi.

Yao Yingxi's attention was entirely focused on the people in front of her, and she didn't notice that one of Zhang's group was missing.

Just as she was about to speak and tell them to leave, her hand holding the knife was struck hard.

With a "clink," the knife in Yao Yingxi's hand fell to the ground, and she watched helplessly as those people quickly walked towards her.

"Don't come any closer!" Yao Yingxi screamed, yelling at the waiter who was standing indifferently in the restaurant, "Call the police! Call the police for me!"