Chapter 268: Chapter 266 Protocol_2As she said that, President He’s eyebrows knitted even tighter.


    He sized her up, with an expression as if his aesthetic sense had been insulted, "What other ’services’ do you wish to provide?"


    Sang Yan: "..."


    Her self-confidence took a severe hit.


    "I, I don’t wish to provide any other services."


    She crossed her arms over her chest, shaking her head, her face burning hot, feeling it turn as red as a monkey’s butt.


    Oh, the shame.


    But amidst the shame, she still had some wild thoughts: President He was so handsome, if he wanted someone to accompany him to sleep, he could easily find a girlfriend to solve the issue, so why all this trouble? He must have some serious illness! Could it be he’s weakened at such a young age?


    Alas, the pressures of society now, men under stress, not taking care of their fitness, those seemingly strong but hollow on the inside, are way too common.


    Such a waste of his good looks.


    Wait a second—


    Sang Yan sneakily glanced at the man’s thick head of hair and felt he still exuded some masculine aggression.


    Therefore, she couldn’t help but ask, "Mr. He, are you really not in need of any other services?"


    He Ying was helpless, "You seem quite expectant."


    Sang Yan, turning red with embarrassment, quickly waved her hands in denial, thrice over: "I’m not. I don’t. I’m not expectant."


    After her denials, she feigned a coy smile, "I’m just curious, why did you choose me?"


    "Aren’t you short of money? During the interview, who said that for money, you could bear any hardship?"


    He Ying’s two sentences shut down her curiosity.


    Thinking of her dire financial situation, Sang Yan promptly offered a flattering smile, "Ha ha, so that’s what it was. Mr. He, you truly are a good person. I represent my ancestors from three generations back in thanking you."


    He Ying: "..."


    Why did it feel like he was being scolded?


    Having insulted someone, Sang Yan didn’t give him time to ponder and asked, "So Mr. He, shall we start tonight?"


    He Ying’s train of thought was swiftly redirected, and he nodded, "Yeah. We’ll start tonight. You go take a shower. I’m going to sleep."


    His words stunned Sang Yan.


    She stretched out her hand toward herself, her eyes full of astonishment, "Mr. He, I need to take a shower too?"


    He Ying didn’t speak, just waved his hand, gesturing for her to go take a bath.


    Sang Yan had no choice but to go take a shower.


    Second-floor bedroom


    He Ying, dressed in a silk pajama, lay in bed reading.


    The bed was lit with a warm light.


    The atmosphere was quite flirtatious.


    Sang Yan pushed the door open, walked across the carpet beside the bed, and quietly climbed onto the bed, "So, President He, we’re starting now?"


    He Ying nodded, shuffling to the side, reaching out his hand.


    Sang Yan instinctively grabbed his hand and lay beside him.


    The room was very quiet.


    In the dim yellow light, their fingers intertwined.


    She admired them for a moment and complimented, "President He, you have really nice hands."


    "Is that the only nice thing about me?"


    He Ying’s tone was quite haughty.


    Sang Yan got the hint and continued the flattery, "How could that be? Your face is handsome, your eyes are good looking, everything about you looks good. I’ve lived all this time and haven’t seen anyone as handsome as you."


    He Ying was clearly pleased, retorting sarcastically, "With your eloquence, you should be in public relations."


    Hearing this, Sang Yan laughed unabashedly, "Isn’t that the truth? You have an eye for talent, President He."


    She kept up the compliments.


    He Ying was carried away by her praises.


    However, as Heaven’s Chosen Son, he’s heard similar flattery often enough to have some resistance, "Alright, I asked you to accompany me to sleep, not to chat."


    Sang Yan stopped there and wisely laughed, "Alrighty, President He, good night."


    He Ying stretched out his hand and turned off the lamp.


    The room plunged into darkness.


    In the dark,


    the breathing of both was clear and discernible.


    Sang Yan usually slept well but now, somewhat, couldn’t fall asleep.


    She counted sheep in her heart, one after another, until she surprisingly reached a thousand.


    Still no sleep.


    She thought about changing positions, but her hand was still linked with He Ying’s.


    Ah, her hand was getting numb from the holding.


    Accompanying someone to sleep really was tough work.


    She rubbed her numb wrist and whispered, "Mr. He, have you fallen asleep?"


    He Ying took a while but eventually responded, "I have."


    Sang Yan: "..."


    If you’ve fallen asleep, how can you still talk?


    Convinced that he hadn’t fallen asleep, she couldn’t help but strike up some small talk, "Mr. He, with such a long night ahead and since you’re not in the mood to sleep, why don’t you answer a question for me?"


    He Ying said without hesitation, "No."


    Sang Yan: "..."


    No or not, she still wanted to ask.


    She quietly asked, "Mr. He, about your situation, um, the sleep disorder that requires someone to accompany you to fall asleep, why not find a girlfriend once and for all?"


    Surely he wouldn’t be unable to find one?


    Just as she was thinking—


    She heard He Ying say, "Seeing how interested you are, do you want to be my girlfriend?"


    Sang Yan hurriedly waved her hands and denied thrice, "No. I don’t. You’ve misunderstood."


    In the darkness, He Ying’s expression stiffened and looked quite displeasing.


    He pressed down his displeasure and asked, "Why?"


    Sang Yan suddenly sat up, seriously counting on her fingers, "Mr. He, let me do the math for you, being your girlfriend means an ethical obligation to accompany you in sleep, which then means I couldn’t take your money."


    Speaking, she secretly gloated: He still thinks he can freeload off of her! Hmph, truly the epitome of a ruthless, black-hearted capitalist!


    He Ying didn’t expect this reason.


    A frown crossed his face, casting a contemptuous glance that seemed to mock her intelligence, "As my girlfriend, you indeed can’t take my money, but you can spend my money. As much as you like. There’s no limit. Sang Yan, did you misunderstand this simple math?" S~ea??h the NovelFire.net* website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Sang Yan had a sudden realization, "Mr. He, I was wrong!"


    More than wrong?


    She was gravely mistaken, and a bit foolish, too.


    Yes, she was foolish, trading a watermelon for a sesame seed.


    Regret.


    Bold and capitalized regret.


    She grasped his hand, knelt on the bed, and smiled coaxingly, "Mr. He, I was wrong. Could you give me another chance?"


    He Ying swiftly withdrew his hand and haughtily snorted, "Too late. Opportunities don’t come around twice."


    Sang Yan: "..."


    Endless regrets once again assailed her fragile heart.


    She cried and pleaded to make amends, "No! No! I was wrong! Mr. He, please give me another chance!"


    He Ying seemed moved by her "sincerity," and graced her with a nod, "Alright then. I’ll give you a chance to show your worth."


    But how to show it?


    Sang Yan pondered for a moment, then, using the dim moonlight, slithered onto him like a seductress.


    "A Yan, A Yan——"


    The familiar, urgent, and heavy voice woke her up.


    Sang Yan opened her eyes and saw that, somehow, she had climbed onto He Ying’s waist, like a thug woman forcing her advances.


    Crap!


    What was all this?


    Was she having a spring dream?


    It was absurd!