Mr. Satan, let's meet tonight!

Shang Xi could hardly fail to notice that the two people who appeared one after another beside Si Tingye maintained a disdainful and even somewhat hostile attitude towards her.

That's true. If a woman willingly degrades herself to the point of climbing into a man's bed, what good impression will others have of her?

But this is between her and Si Tingye, so what does it have to do with anyone else?

Zuo Ye didn't say anything more, but he was clearly still a little angry.

Because he increased his speed significantly, he reduced the original half-hour journey to fifteen minutes.

Ha, no wonder you're a 'veteran driver'.

Even after walking through the airport's private passage into a private jet, Zuo Ye didn't say another word, only occasionally raising his hand to point the way.

Today is the second time Shang Xi has met Si Tingye, which can also be considered the first time the two have met 'officially'.

The man's clothes were no different from the last time, except that the dark red handkerchief in his breast pocket had been replaced with a royal blue one.

The price of this entire outfit was something Shang Xi could never have guessed, so she stopped worrying about it.

It seemed as if someone had suddenly sat down next to him. Si Tingye merely raised his eyes slightly before looking away and continuing to read the English newspaper in his hands.

Unlike Yin Xiu and Zuo Ye, Shang Xi had an innate fear of this man. It wasn't the kind of guilt that comes from doing something wrong, but rather a feeling of coldness spreading throughout her body.

Even after the private jet took off, she kept her hands tightly clasped, as if this could relieve her tension.

Time passed by minute by minute.

It takes about ten hours to fly from Britain to the Imperial City.

Aside from speaking to her when the flight attendant brought her lunch, Si Tingye didn't even glance at her.

With only fifteen minutes left before the plane was about to land, Shang Xi was looking out the window at the clouds with utter boredom when a low, faint voice came to her ear, "If you have no other opinions, just sign this agreement."

protocol?

For a moment, Shang Xi thought she had misheard. She turned around and saw that the man was holding a folder in his hand, with only two pieces of paper inside, both printed with dense black characters.

She hesitated for a moment before taking it, during which she accidentally touched his gloved fingers.

Si Tingye continued, his voice clear and cold, making it impossible to discern his emotions, "A contract, a one-year agreement, this is your proof that you can stay by my side."

Upon hearing this, Shang Xi's hands trembled slightly. Looking at the black and white text on the paper, she suddenly realized something.

Once she signs this agreement, her status will change to that of a despised mistress.

but……

Only this identity allows her to briefly feel superior.

One year, only one year.

There should be enough time.

Thinking of this, Shang Xi took out a ballpoint pen from her handbag without hesitation and wrote her name heavily in the "Party B" column.

Soon, the contract was taken away by Yin Xiu, who had appeared beside the two of them at some unknown time.

He said gently, “Miss Shang, you must have read the contents of the agreement very clearly. If any clause is violated, the agreement will be immediately voided, and... Miss Shang will not receive a single penny.”

Shang Xi smiled brightly, her red lips curving upwards. "Of course. Although I've never had any experience as a lover, there are some things I'm aware of."

After saying that, she reached out to Si Tingye, "It's all about physical intimacy, not emotional connection, I understand. So, Mr. Si... it'll be a pleasure doing business with you?"