As soon as everyone had left, Lew Qingyi collapsed directly into Chen Mo's arms.
"You bad man, I can never refuse you."
She leaned in and gently bit Chen Mo's neck, giving him a thrill too.
"Before coming here, you told me to play the role of your boyfriend. Has that expired now?"
"Of course not. If you're willing, we can continue like this, forever."
Forever, such words should never be trusted; no matter how addictive, it can always be quit.
Who was Lew Qingyi? She lifted her family to prominence through her own capabilities. Her former husband was just a stepping stone—she dispensed with him as soon as she wished to, but she was not someone to be trifled with either, as she had extensive connections.
Chen Mo couldn't agree, but he couldn't refuse either. So, what should he do?
Chen Mo pulled her onto his lap and looked her over carefully.
"Do I look good? It's a creation of a famous European designer."
