Chapter 2

　　  　　Four years later. 　　  　　Jiangcheng, Boteng group. 　　  　　The project department is in a mess and everyone is busy. 　　  　　A clear and beautiful female voice suddenly appeared, interrupting people's inattentive behavior. 　　  　　"The five continents' cooperation case must be discussed." 　　  　　"How much year-end bonus you can get this year depends on this project..." 　　  　　"Amy Zhang, have you inquired about the recent itinerary of the President of Wu Zhou? Never let the opponent cut us off.” 　　  　　Following the sound, the woman is dressed in professional clothes, wrapped with a concave and convex figure. Her long hair is pulled up high, and a faint confident calm smile is hanging at the corner of her mouth. 　　  　　Mae, who nearly died in the fire four years ago. She has been working in Boteng for three years, and finally got to the position of deputy director.  　　  　　Every word should be answered. 　　  　　“Miss Wenzheng is going to continue to give instructions,” the phone in her pocket suddenly rings. 　　  　　She swiped the screen. 　　  　　It's a short message from Christian. 　　  　　"I want to see you now." His messages are always short and his tone is always cool. 　　  　　Mae can even imagine the tone of his voice. She twisted her eyebrows and replied, "I've been very busy recently. Maybe I don't have time." 　　  　　"See you at the same place in half an hour." He quickly replied.  　　  　　No matter what Mae said, he never paid any attention. 　　  　　Mae's eyebrows are tightening. 　　  　　Christian is her friend. 　　  　　Four years ago, she thought she was dead, but she woke up finding herself in a hospital. 　　  　　She went to ask about her child but the doctor told her that when the fire brigade rushed to put out the fire, the child had no breath then. 　　  　　Mae was in agony. She frequently asks herself why wasn’t she the one who died. 　　  　　Since then, she has become a regular bar guest. 　　  　　Once drunk, she hooked up with Christian. Unexpectedly, it developed into a complicated relationship. 　　  　　She didn't know his real name and identity, only his first name. He was very considerate and kind. He helped her out of the haze of losing her child and regained her confidence. 　　  　　They meet about twice a month. 　　  　　“It's pleasant to get along with each other, at least in bed,” Mae thought.  　　  　　But recently, he asked to meet more and more frequently, and he was obsessed with her. 　　  　　It seems necessary to have a good talk. 　　  　　Mae plans and arranges her work and takes a taxi to the Wu Zhou Hotel. 　　  　　When she came to the building in broad daylight, she felt a little ashamed. 　　  　　She stops at the door and sets her clothes. Just as she was about to knock, the door was opened, and a tall overpowering figure appeared in front of her. 　　  　　The man casually wears a bathrobe without a belt, revealing his mild copper skin. 　　  　　"Well..." 　　  　　Before Mae's voice fell, she was dragged in rudely. 　　  　　She was butted against the wall, and Christian's thick palms grabbed her along the hem of her dress. The thin skirt was very delicate, and it pushed up to the waist. 　　  　　"Wait a minute." Mae gasped and pressed on him abruptly, "I have something to tell you." 　　  　　Christian stops. He gets up from her, takes out a cigarette, and lights it. He grabs her eyes through the end of the cigarette. 　　  　　Mae took out a check for 100, 000 yuan from her bag and handed it to him. 　　  　　"I've thought about it. We've been in this relationship for almost three years, and it's time to end it. I appreciate your help in the past." 　　  　　He smokes a little. 　　  　　The corner of his mouth spread an enigmatic smile. He shook his ashes. She couldn't tell whether he was happy or angry, "Even the gigolo in the club will sleep with you for more than 100, 000 yuan. Do you want to send me off like this?" 　　  　　The lukewarm speechless conversation lingered for a while. 　　  　　She knew that he was not short of money and that his clothes were high-end and famous brands. 　　  　　Patek Philippe on the wrist alone is worth millions. 　　  　　"I’m thoughtless. It's humiliating to give you money. I'm so sorry." Mae took the check back and said seriously, "I'm just a stranger to you. So, let's stop here. I'll see you later." 　　  　　Christian finished smoking and carelessly ground the cigarette in the ashtray. His voice was low and carefree, "If this is what you want, then I will be what you want." 　　  　　"Thank you." Mae gave a long sigh of relief, got up, and wanted to leave, "My company has something else to do, so I have to go..." 　　  　　Christian suddenly caught her hand. 　　  　　His mouth filled with a meaningful cold arc, "It costs eight thousand a day to open a suite here. Don’t you think it's too wasteful for you to leave like this?" 　　  　　“He’s right. Anyways, I have slept with him so many times that I don't care anymore,” she reasoned to herself. “And his techniques are really superb, and his figure is first-class.” 　　  　　She licked the red of her lips, and she stood on the tip of her toes to kiss him. 　　  　　He swerves his face subconsciously. 　　  　　After sleeping with him for three years, he never kisses her. 　　  　　“Anyway, it's the last time,” so she thinks.  　　  　　His indifferent and restrained eyes suddenly set off a storm. He grabs her waist and fiercely covers it with kisses.