The Big Shot Pays His Debts Daily

Song Huanyan was so frightened she wanted to scream but suppressed it with all her might, fearing that her scream might further provoke Yun Jianchen, sending him into a fury.

"...Yun Jianchen, I... I'm telling you, murder... murder is a crime... Look at yourself, you're so young and the president of Ni Group... Your future prospects are boundless, don't ruin your career...," Song Huanyan said very cautiously.

"Song Huanyan, I really want to crush you to death," Yun Jianchen said through clenched teeth, tightening his grip on the back of Song Huanyan's neck just slightly.

Song Huanyan felt a wave of pain, her face turning deathly pale as she looked at Yun Jianchen with dread: "Yun Jianchen... I... you... you can do whatever you want... you can do whatever you want..."

As long as he didn't kill her.

Yun Jianchen looked coldly at Song Huanyan, thinking she was really stupid. Was she afraid that he would kill her? Had she not considered that murder was a crime, and they had no deep hatred for each other, so why would he kill her?

"You tell me, after sleeping with me and taking my first time, how are you going to take responsibility for me?" Yun Jianchen asked coldly, looking at Song Huanyan.

"I... I'll marry you," blurted out Song Huanyan.

"Huh?" Yun Jianchen's expression turned even colder.

Song Huanyan, wishing she could bite off her own tongue, saw that Yun Jianchen's expression had become even more terrifying and hurriedly explained: "No... not that, I, I'll marry you, I will marry you."

Song Huanyan looked at Yun Jianchen warily.

Yun Jianchen gave Song Huanyan a deep look and then slowly released her.

The threat on the back of her neck was gone, and Song Huanyan breathed a sigh of relief. She clutched the blanket around herself, warily glaring at Yun Jianchen.

"Remember what you said," Yun Jianchen told her coldly, picking up the phone to give instructions to his secretary, "Get me a new set of women's clothes, size S, and underwear, 36C. Also, bring me a set of my clothes. Cloud Club. 909."

Song Huanyan's face turned red in an instant.

He knew her size all too well.

Yun Jianchen sat on the sofa playing with his phone, while Song Huanyan lay on the bed, wrapped in the blanket, also playing with her phone.

Every now and then, she would cautiously steal a glance at Yun Jianchen.

Now that the event was over, Song Huanyan realized she had been so stupid! So very stupid!

Even if Yun Jianchen was as arrogant as can be, he would never kill her!

She had been such an idiot to think Yun Jianchen would actually kill her. Murder is a crime that demands one's life in return!

She was not a woman unaccustomed to the world, so how did she become so panicked by just a few looks from him?

To the point of saying she would marry him.

She was doomed!

Song Huanyan really wanted to fiercely slap herself twice. To actually marry Yun Jianchen, to live with such an ice-cold man with a powerful aura every day, forever walking on eggshells, cautious and fearful... In the long run, would she become mentally depleted?

Could she call off the marriage?

Song Huanyan warily cast a glance at Yun Jianchen, whose cold demeanor remained unchanged, the man adorned only in a towel, casually seated there exuding an inborn nobility that made him appear untouchable and intimidating.

To call off the marriage... she didn't seem to have the guts. This man gave her a terrifying feeling, and she dared not provoke him lightly.

What should she do from now on? Was she really going to marry Yun Jianchen? If so... it seemed her life would be utterly joyless, with no hope of a brighter future.

Not marry?

Song Huanyan swallowed nervously, a bit too scared...

Yun Jianchen could sense Song Huanyan's intermittent, probing gazes, but he ignored her and worked on some simple tasks using his phone.