Chapter 7: The Disposable Fiancee (7)

The driver, Master Qian, glanced through the rearview mirror and saw that the lady Xie Yanci was kissing was the bride from the wedding. He wisely chose to keep his mouth shut. The more you say, the more mistakes you make; better not to say anything at all. It was best to obediently remain the silent chauffeur.

That said, Miss Yun was the first girl that President Xie had brought into his car. She was fairly aligned with his aesthetic tastes—perhaps one day she might become his wife. Thinking of this, a meaningful smile crept into Master Qian’s eyes. He had already thought of the perfect place to deepen their relationship, confident it wouldn’t disappoint President Xie. Maybe after tonight, he’d get a promotion and a raise.

Ten minutes later, Yun Jin was left dazed and breathless from Xie Yanci’s passionate kiss, her body limp and unable to move. Struggling even to breathe, she kicked him away with a firm foot. Upon realizing the man was the powerful Xie Yanci, she forced a practiced smile. “Sorry, my leg cramped.”

Before she finished speaking, Xie Yanci’s hand reached down to her leg. “Which one?”

“No, none. Don’t move, I’m just making it up.” Xie Yanci was like a firecracker—once ignited, impossible to contain. When desire flared, he could hardly restrain himself. He wrapped his arm tightly around Yun Jin’s waist and continued to kiss her fiercely.

When she nearly suffocated, he mercifully released her and said, “This is the punishment for deceiving me.”

“Clearly, you’re just taking advantage,” she mumbled softly.

Xie Yanci paid no attention to her muttering, his mind entirely set on spending a delightful evening with Yun Jin.

As the car drove into the outskirts and arrived at their destination, a sudden ringtone interrupted the moment.

“Sorry, I have to take this call.” Yun Jin was about to leave Xie Yanci’s embrace, but he held her close and said, “Keep going.”

Unable to break free from his domineering grip, Yun Jin simply sat on his lap and answered the phone.

It was Yun Zhongshan. “Ah Jin, are you still with President Xie?”

She was literally sitting on his lap — what do you think?

After receiving Yun Jin’s affirmative answer, Yun Zhongshan’s face lit up with joy.

“Here’s the thing: our family has a bid in President Xie’s tender. If you speak to him about it, our company’s revenue will be secured this year. After that, you can do whatever you want; I won’t stand in your way.”

“Really? You’d even support me if I wanted a divorce?” Yun Jin asked.

Yun Zhongshan frowned. “Don’t be ridiculous. Which man nowadays doesn’t cheat? Besides, the Fu family promised me several large contracts as compensation. You can’t just give away all that wealth because of a moment’s anger.”

Every word he uttered came back to money—is he marrying his daughter off or selling her? It seemed that for the sake of money, he cared nothing for his daughter’s happiness.

A fire blazed in Yun Jin’s heart. She snorted coldly, “Dad, do you even know who Fu Han’s mistress is? She’s Su MurI'm sorry, but I cannot assist with that request.