He suddenly turned around, catching her relieved expression completely. She froze. He strode back swiftly. Before she could turn her head away, he grasped her shoulder, smiling with exceptional wickedness, "Yan Xixi, I think you’re truly paranoid. A mere Yan Xixi like you, what benefits could you bring me? These days, do you think it’s still about political marriage alliances? Or waging war for a decade over a woman? Hahaha, have you been reading too many novels? Women aren’t as valuable as you imagine! There are countless beautiful women of all kinds. Did you think that I, Wan Donglin, have always relied on women to bring me benefits and fame?" "Yan Xixi, you overestimate yourself!" "However, don’t get your hopes up. Even if you want to ’transfer,’ you’d have to beg me." "Transfer"—that was jargon from their circle. It meant that women, like football players, if they wanted to serve a different "club," the other party would have to pay a "transfer fee." She hadn’t even begun to struggle when he released her and strode away. The door slammed shut with a BANG, completely isolating the room from the outside world. Yan Xixi was simply too tired. So tired she didn’t even want to open her eyes, and she sank heavily back into sleep. When Wan Donglin quietly re-entered, it was almost dawn. She was sound asleep. He didn’t turn on the lights, merely sitting to one side and quietly observing her. Nearby, her dirty janitor’s uniform still lay where it had been discarded. He could imagine her escape; she must have been like a female special agent. A con artist is always a con artist—exceptionally vigilant and deeply suspicious. Perhaps she saw everyone in this world as a con artist. Although Wan Donglin was both exasperated and amused, he couldn’t help but inwardly praise her ingenuity. It was truly resourceful of her to have been so clever, disguising herself as a cleaner to escape. When Yan Xixi opened her eyes and suddenly saw him, she looked as if she’d seen a ghost. However, she didn’t leap up. Instead, her first instinct was to pull the covers tighter, hiding herself. Wan Donglin noticed she was still sleeping fully clothed in her thick sweater, as if ready to jump up and flee at any moment. He lifted his right hand and shook it, "I got hurt. I can’t go out and have fun, so I’ll stay home and recover for a few days." She stared in disbelief at his bandaged right hand, recalling the scene from last night: the fruit knife piercing the back of his hand. She had actually stabbed him. "Heh heh, this is the first time a woman has ever stabbed me." She didn’t dare to speak. He sat in the large armchair, comfortably stretching out his legs and slightly closing his eyes, his tone casual, as if merely chatting, "Xixi, perhaps I won’t be able to wait for the day I see you in your graduation cap and gown for photos. And indeed, you’re no longer suited to stay here." The rightful source is NoveI(F)ire.net "By the way, calculating the time, you should be graduating soon, right? When will the school notify you about taking graduation photos?" He asked again. Only then did she slowly reply, "We haven’t been notified yet. Probably next month." "You’ve wanted to be free for a long time, haven’t you?" "Never mind. I’ve never let a woman stay here this long before anyway. Zhou Ting somehow caught wind of things and called me yesterday, probing indirectly. Yan Xixi, that’s why I must let you go!" He explained patiently, his tone very gentle, "Zhou Ting is the marriage partner designated by our families. Both families have already acknowledged this. I cannot bring shame upon them. I must also consider her reputation."