"Alright then." Jiang Ping said, seeming to toss the USB drive into the toilet in front of Ai Jiang, then quickly flushed it, "Now Ai, you can relax, right?"
Only then did Ai Jiang raise her hand to wipe away a tear that had trickled down her cheek, visibly relieved, "Yes."
She couldn't wait to throw herself back into Jiang Ping's arms. If she did, she knew Jiang Ping wouldn't let her go again, so she spoke up again, "Brother Jiang Ping, I, I need to use the bathroom. Could, could you wait outside for me?"
After a brief "Alright", Jiang Ping exited the bathroom. Once the door closed behind him, he opened his palm and looked at the small USB drive, a smirk playing on his lips.
Destroy it? Destroy the video he'd spent so much money to obtain? Hardly.
He'd keep it, keep the video to savor the scenes of that woman trying to please him in the elevator... That woman who usually seemed so delicate, like a fragile flower, but was so provocative beneath the surface...
