Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio  Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

“It’s pretty late, my kid is still waiting for me at home,” Shui Miaomiao refused.

Waves of emotions glinted in Shen Mochen’s eyes. He loomed over her, planted a hand on each side of her, locking her between him and the car. He squinted at her and said, “Perhaps I should find another reason.”

The energy he was emitting was too intense; she could feel the building tension.

Shui Miaomiao subconsciously drew her torso back and asked defensively, “What?”

“Your debtor waited for you in front of your workplace for more than half an hour to get back what you owed him and then even saved you. Do you think he would let you go without paying a penny?” Shen Mochen said every single word crystally clear.

Shui Miaomiao finally knew why he would show up out of the blue.

She knew it! He wouldn’t merely lend her a helping hand.

Shui Miaomiao crawled out of his embrace from under his arm and stood beside him. With a reluctant smile on her face, she explained, “How did that become my debt? You ate the food as well. If you’re really short 10,000 Yuan, get it from Manager Huang.”

“Oh!” Shen Mochen nodded and gave her a lazy gaze, “It sounds reasonable, I’ll ask for the money from Manager Huang on your behalf.”

Shui Miaomiao’s eyes widened.

She could lose her job if he requested the money on her behalf!

Shui Miaomiao gave in, her face crumpled. She was left with no choice, “Would you let this go if I buy you dinner?”

Shen Mochen raised one of his eyebrows and seemed like he was trying to figure something out. He then asked, “Your husband won’t even give you 10,000 Yuan?”

“He won’t even give me a hundred!” Shui Miaomiao imitated him.

Strangely, pity glimmered in Shen Mochen’s eyes. He said, “Isn’t it a man’s natural obligation to provide for his woman? Don’t you think that your man is too stingy?”

“Isn’t that right? It’s unfortunate when you talk about it. So, President Shen, would you be a bigger man and let the 10,000 Yuan slide, pretend that it fell into the water?” Shui Miaomiao said with a big smile on her face.

Shen Mochen’s gaze softened, he said, “Fine.”

He glanced at the rear door of the car, opened it, and said, “Hop in, let’s go and get something to eat.”

Shui Miaomiao did not have a choice but to get in the car.

Shen Mochen was gentlemanly when he closed the door for her. He then got into the driver’s seat and started the engine.

Shui Miaomiao was thinking about where it would be suitable for them to have such a late-night supper.

A hawker center?

Shui Miaomiao looked toward Shen Mochen.

He was wearing a black suit. The street light landed on him now and then, illustrating his elegance and nobility.

The watch on Shen Mochen’s wrist cost at least hundreds of thousands.

A man from the upper class like him was surely used to eating in upscale restaurants, how could he possibly want to go to a hawker center?

Shui Miaomiao worried that if he chose to dine in a more expensive place that cost more than 10,000, she would be totally screwed.

“I only have two hundred Yuan with me now, if you need more than that, you’ll have to pay,” Shui Miaomiao warned him.

Shen Mochen shot Shui Miaomiao a glance through the rearview mirror. A smile curled his lips as if he had seen through her, “Didn’t you say that some lessons have to be bought during one of your radio sessions?”

What he said sent chills up her spine.

To her surprise, he was using her own words against her.

Shen Mochen was a jackass who would take an eye for an eye.

He would absolutely do that.

A wise man would not fight when the odds were against him.

Shui Miaomiao gave him a hollow laugh.

She knew that that laugh made her look even uglier than when she was crying.

“Didn’t you say that our words can get us into trouble? I’m sorry, it’s all my fault, ok?” Shui Miaomiao tried to please him.

Shen Mochen shot Shui Miaomiao another glance and frowned slightly. He looked ahead and asked, “How poor are you exactly?”