Chapter 937: Chapter 937: Can You Afford to Pay?

The light in the bedroom was dim, and she could vaguely make out the blurred outlines—it was definitely her suite.

Yin Mo propped herself up; the hangover left her with a dizzy and foggy head.

She massaged her temples, struggling for quite a while before she remembered drinking with Nan Xin last night, and then… she forgot.

Yin Mo looked down at the clothes she was wearing, still yesterday’s outfit, and inexplicably felt relieved. She lifted the blanket and was about to get out of bed to drink some water.

Just then, a breezy, teasing male voice sounded, “Awake?”

Yin Mo stood barefoot on the floor, the hangover slowing her reactions, “Who?”

He Chen rose from the rattan chair, walked back to the floor-to-ceiling window with ease, and leaned against the door frame, “Who else would you expect?”

Yin Mo gazed at He Chen in a daze, her eyes drifting down to his scarred legs, her lips curling, “You haven’t left?”

Yesterday evening, He Chen had woken her up after he had a nap.

Yin Mo had no time to talk to him and hurriedly went out to find Ah Chang.

Later, she unexpectedly ran into Nan Xin at the River Valley Corridor. With nothing else to do, they decided to find a restaurant to eat and drink.

What Yin Mo didn’t know was that after she drank too much, it was Li San and Nan Xin who brought her back.

He Chen vividly remembered Li San’s expression at the time, which was particularly intriguing. After a long silence, he shoved the drunken Yin Mo into He Chen’s arms with an unfriendly tone, “Take care of your woman.”

Not only Yin Mo had gotten drunk, but also Nan Xin.

Both women were inherently charming and seductive, so it was obvious how many unscrupulous thoughts were directed at them when they were drunk.

If it weren’t for Li San receiving a report from his subordinates, he wouldn’t have known that Nan Xin and Yin Mo could hold their liquor so well.

Two cases of beer and a bottle of Remy Martin—how did they not drink themselves to death?

Returning to the present, He Chen fixed his gaze on Yin Mo, and noticing her eyes on him, he walked over.

It was still early; the day had not fully dawned.

A man and a woman alone in a room, especially given He Chen’s notorious reputation, instinctively made Yin Mo step back.

He Chen reached her in just a few steps, his narrow eyes narrowing in a teasing manner, “What are you afraid of?”

Yin Mo stopped in her tracks, muddled-headed as she repeated her previous question, “Why didn’t you leave?”

“Do you want me to go out naked?” He Chen sat grandly at the edge of the bed, his legs splayed open, long and straight, though they looked a bit pitiful.

Yin Mo thought for a few seconds, her mind gradually clearing, “Didn’t you come here with Ah Yong?”

He Chen licked his molars, “You know him well?”

Ah Yong?!

His name was Shi Dayong.

Yin Mo nodded naturally, “We get along okay. I’ve had a few meals with him at the casino before.”

He Chen said nothing, his eyes deeply fixed on her.

Yin Mo felt uneasy under his gaze, primarily because He Chen’s eyes were so aggressive, and when he stared at someone seriously, it gave them an uncomfortable feeling of having nowhere to hide.

She turned and walked to the tea bar to pour water, still pondering why He Chen hadn’t left.

Three seconds later, Yin Mo belatedly turned back, “Didn’t Ah Yong give you clothes?”

“Aren’t you going to compensate for the things you cut up?”

Yin Mo nonchalantly responded, “How much?”

He Chen: “…”

He was a bit irritated.

This woman’s focus was always completely different from his.

The suite fell into silence.

Yin Mo didn’t notice his change in expression, only thinking about how much was in her account, which should be enough to compensate for his dress pants.

He Chen just kept staring at her coolly, and for some reason, he thought Yin Mo might be considering compensation.

Sure enough, the next second, Yin Mo pulled out her phone, logging into online banking as she softly asked, “Are those pants worth ten thousand?”

He Chen wordlessly stood up, walking straight to her and wrapping his arms around her soft waist, kissing her lips.

The taste he had longed for over many days, he finally tasted again.

He savagely ravaged her lips with a hint of venting emotion.

Yin Mo didn’t even have time to resist. In a dizzying whirl, He Chen pressed her onto the sofa.

The man wore a thin silk robe; in the movement, his chest was slightly exposed, the masculine scent was overwhelming.

He Chen, having tasted the marrow, grew excited as he kissed, his fingers slipping into the hem of her clothes.

In contrast to his passion, Yin Mo seemed much colder.

She reached out to stop He Chen’s actions, turning her face away to evade him constantly.

Though he used to take advantage of her, some emotional changes of late made Yin Mo resistant to He Chen’s anytime, anywhere amorousness.

This time, her rejection worked.

He Chen’s every movement halted abruptly, his handsome face buried in her neck, breathing heavily and heatedly.

Yin Mo was equally unsettled, wanting to push him away, but when her palm touched his heaving chest, she hurriedly pulled back her hand.

He Chen pinned her down, a certain part already distinctly standing firm.

His Adam’s apple moved incessantly, his thin lips brushing against the skin of Yin Mo’s neck, lightly sucking, like drinking poison to quench thirst.

Yin Mo didn’t dare move, a trace of confusion and helplessness in her eyes, “Get off me.”

The skin He Chen had suckled was already marked with a bright red strawberry; this woman hadn’t even showered last night, her body still soft and fragrant.

After quite some time, He Chen suppressed the desire within, lifted his upper body, and teased with words, “Those pants cost 3.8 million. If you want to, I can give you a discount—3 million.”

Yin Mo was bewildered, “There’s no such thing as 3-million pants?”

Are they trimmed with gold?!

He Chen grasped her chin, his fingertips teasingly stroking her skin, “Can’t afford to pay?”

Yin Mo’s gaze sharpened slightly, attempting to negotiate, “Would 300 thousand do?”

Hmm, she was indeed naive.

He Chen used to think Yin Mo was a deeply calculating and scheming woman; otherwise, being part of the Border Seven Sons, how could she do things so clumsily and foolishly?

He had always assumed she was deliberately acting and was too lazy to expose it, thinking it was good enough to keep her around as a bed partner.

After all, that face was indeed gifted by nature.

But now, with more in-depth interaction, He Chen gradually realized that Yin Mo was indeed a bit dense.

Aside from her computer skills, she seemed completely inept at social interactions.

The only outsider she seemed to care about was Li Qiao.

The first ray of morning sunlight seeped through the sheer curtains, casting a slanting glow onto the sofa.

He Chen looked down at Yin Mo from above, then, on a whim, tilted his head to capture her lips once more.

This time, he didn’t delve deeper, merely sucked strongly, “Sweetheart, 300 thousand barely buys a pant leg. Are you negotiating with me or just being shameless?”

Yin Mo pressed her reddened lips, “I can pay in installments.”

He Chen’s eyes deepened, and with sly persuasion, he continued, “You don’t have to repay.”

“Thank…”

“Don’t thank me; debt repayment is only right and proper,” He Chen pressed his finger to her lips, “Sweetheart, since you don’t have the money, how about considering paying with something else of equal value?”