The runaway Cinderella of the billionaire president

As night fell, Zhou Yian arrived as promised. She came to the hotel entrance and looked at the large gold-plated sign. The door under the sign was like a huge mouth of the abyss, as if as long as she dared to step in, she would be eaten up without leaving even a bone.

What happened in the past few months has exhausted her. She no longer has the energy to think about right and wrong. Although there are thousands of lights behind her, they are not her navigation lights. Only Mother Zhou's light is on for her. If the light goes out, then where is her home? Therefore, even if there is no return, she has no way out.

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, clenched her fists, and tried to adjust her emotions, cheer herself up and build up her mental strength, trying to hide her fear and anxiety and make herself look as natural as possible.

When she felt her heartbeat slowed down, she raised her hand and pressed the doorbell, pretending to be relaxed and unconcerned.

With a click, the door lock opened automatically. She gently pushed the door open and walked in.

There was no light in the room; it was pitch black.

"what."

As soon as Zhou Yian entered the room, someone grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms, then pushed her against the wall. One of her hands was held above her head, and the other hand was put around her waist and restrained at her side.

The lights were off in the room, so she couldn't see the other person, but her vision was magnified and everything became sensitive. The other person's warm breath hit her face, followed by a blanket of kisses.

Zhou Yian, who had been trying to remain calm, could no longer remain calm. Her heartbeat accelerated, and the tension and fear intertwined made her body tense and stiff. She stood there motionless, and her breathing became rapid due to nervousness. She opened her mouth to breathe, and the other party's tongue took advantage of the opportunity to enter, wantonly and overbearingly. She was frightened and motionless, and did not respond to Mu Mu's endurance.

After a while, the other party stopped and released the hand that was restraining her.

"You are really boring, like a piece of wood." The deep voice pierced Zhou Yian's eardrums like a knife.

In the darkness, Zhou Yian just stood there, no longer the calmness he had before entering the room, his heart beating faster and he looked at a loss.

"Have you forgotten why you came here?" he asked softly, leaning close to her ear.

She was silent for a while, then she put her arms around his neck, stood on tiptoes, and kissed him lightly, as if a dragonfly skimming the water, clumsy and awkward.

His body trembled slightly, and he picked her up by the waist and walked into the room. The two of them slowly fell on the bed, their breaths entwined, their fingers intertwined.

If the last time was drunken sex, then this time was a sober indulgence. Although Zhou Yian was resistant, he had to admit that their bodies were so harmonious and so compatible.

In the pitch-black room, she couldn't see her hand in front of her face. She couldn't see his pity, and he couldn't see her forbearance. They all thought that this was just a sinking into money and desire.

"When can you fulfill your promise?" Zhou Yian's voice was soft, with a hint of confusion after indulgence.

They couldn’t see each other’s expressions in the darkness, but Zhou Yian could feel that the other person’s movements paused for a moment.

"Are you so impatient to discuss compensation right after the job is done? You're really a killjoy." The man's cold voice was hoarse.

"Are you so impatient to get the money? Next time you do business, negotiate the price first. It would be bad if you encounter a difficult customer and end up losing money." Xu Zehao's tone was filled with anger, and then he stood up and put on his clothes.

Zhou Yian remained silent and did not respond to him.

The light was suddenly turned on, and the room was as bright as day. Zhou Yian squinted his eyes uncomfortably. Xu Zehao was already dressed and standing at the head of the bed.

I have to say that this man's appearance is really perfect, with an upright figure, fair skin, black casual suit trousers, a light blue long-sleeved shirt with a small collar, all buttons buttoned up to the last button, even the cufflinks are neatly buttoned, just like everyone else, meticulous.

Compared to his generosity and propriety, Zhou Yian looked a little embarrassed. She pulled the quilt higher and wrapped herself tightly, leaving only her palm-sized face exposed. Her long black hair was scattered beside her, and her expression without smile gave people a sense of broken coldness.

Xu Zehao looked at her and said, "I will give you the money you want, but you have to sign a contract with me."

Zhou Yian frowned slightly, "Contract? I never thought of asking for your money for nothing."

"I know that you want money and I want your body. We each get what we need. However, you should know who I am. I don't want our relationship to be used as an excuse by someone with ulterior motives."

"Okay." Zhou Yian knew what he was talking about, what he wanted, and naturally understood what he was worried about.

Xu Zehao suddenly leaned forward, bent over and looked at her, lowered his voice and whispered: "Pack your things, I will find you a house, after tonight, you will be my woman, remember, I have mysophobia, don't provoke any messy people outside, otherwise you will be in trouble."

"Especially the man named Fu." These words sounded like advice, but also like a threat.

"I live with you? Then where is my mother?" Zhou Yian looked at him in surprise.

"Your mother?"

"Yeah, my mom fell and became paralyzed. She can't take care of herself and needs someone by her side. If I follow you, what will happen to her?"

"I will send your mother to a nursing home. The people there are more professional and caring than you. I don't want anyone to disturb us. Of course we have to have fun." After saying that, Xu Zehao took his cell phone and went to the living room.

Zhou Yian's face was as pale as ice and he looked a little helpless. He sat up and wiped his face with his palm, buried his head in the quilt, sighed deeply, then got up, took a shower, put on his clothes, and went to the hall.

Xu Zehao was sitting in the living room, shaking a red wine glass in his hand. When he saw her coming out, he raised the red wine glass in his hand to her casually, "It's a pleasure to work with you. Would you like a drink?"

Zhou Yian pursed his lips gently, bit his lip, and smiled bitterly on his cold face, "Thank you, but no thanks."

"Don't look so sad. It looks like I bullied you. This is something we both agreed on, isn't it? I don't like you being like this." Xu Zehao stood up, walked to her and hugged her gently.

"I will send someone to pick you up tomorrow. Your mother will go to the best sanatorium in Tianshui City for recuperation."

"Thank you." Zhou Yian did not give him any physical response. She just stood there quietly. Her heart had lost its vitality like a dead tree, and her whole body became numb.

"I have to go back. My mother is home alone." Zhou Yian gently broke free from his arms.

"Okay." Xu Zehao spread his hands, took a step back, and let her go generously.

Watching her leave, Xu Zehao sat back in his chair, picked up the wine glass on the table and took a big gulp of the wine. As the strong liquor went down his throat, he smacked his lips lightly and exhaled a long breath. Then he walked to the floor-to-ceiling glass window, overlooking the lights downstairs, wondering what he was thinking.

After a while, he picked up his phone and dialed a number, "Jiatong, find someone to clean up the house in Nanwan tonight. I can help you." He said these simple words and hung up.