Chapter 10 The Eighteen-Thousand-Yuan Pot
I stood frozen for a long moment before it finally sank in.
What did he mean by “just”?
Then Sheng Yi- Removing danmu labels like "Creditor:" from messages to simplify inline quotes.
said the number that made my stomach drop.
“Eighteen thousand? Ha!”
I lost it.
Who in their right mind spends eighteen thousand on a single pot?
Until he pulled out the receipt and showed it to me.
What now? What now?
Even if I sold myself, I couldn’t pay that back.
I looked up at him pleadingly. “Can I pay in installments?”
“No.”
Why not?
I shot him an unhappy glance.
His brows were knitted tightly, his jaw clenched.
“From now on, you’re not allowed to say that word in front of me.”
Which word?
Can?
He met my confused stare, brows furrowed, his sharp gaze stabbing straight into my eyes.
His expression held a trace of resentment.
He gritted his teeth. “You really don’t want to—”
He stopped halfway.
Then, as if all the air left him, he let go of me.
“Forget it.”
He dropped those two words and turned toward the door.
What was that supposed to mean, you jerk?
Sure, I didn’t earn much as an intern, but I was about to go full-time.
I dashed in front of him and blocked his way.
I shoved my phone in his face.
“Add me back. Now!”
The figure that had been radiating resentment suddenly paused.
The man’s gaze wavered.
“You’ve thought it through?”
What else could I do?
If I didn’t pay, he’d call the police. What choice did I have?
Eighteen thousand it was.
I pouted. “Hurry up and add me. How else am I supposed to find you?”
His breathing quickened.
“You… give me a second. I thought you’d never…”
What was he thinking?
Did he take me for someone who’d dodge a debt?
I knew the law—one point eight could land me three years.
He glanced at my phone.
Then leaned in to hug me.
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My eyes went wide.
I quickly pressed my hands against his chest.
What was he doing?
“With our current relationship, we can’t do something this intimate.”
Even if you’re my Creditor, you can’t trample my dignity!
His expression looked a little hurt.
“Not even now?”
“Of course not!”
I pushed him out the door.
What was he thinking?
Eighteen thousand and he thought I’d sell myself?
Pfft. Jerk.