Watching her leave, Li Chen had no choice but to accept.
Inwardly, he marveled at his luck, having scored such a sexy, beautiful married woman; and on top of that, he was getting paid.
A hundred grand was no small sum.
He had just started working, and his monthly salary was only a few thousand yuan—he doubted he'd earn that much in a year.
As he stepped out of the room, he saw Jiang Qing approaching.
"Aunt Qing..." Li Chen greeted her.
"Xiao Chen, you did a good job. Shiman can't stop praising you; you've really made Aunt Qing proud," Jiang Qing said, beaming with joy. "Come, come in, I suddenly have an idea I want to discuss with you."
No sooner had he left the room than Jiang Qing pulled him into the VIP room.
Li Chen felt a bit nervous.
He could faintly detect a certain scent lingering in the air—Aunt Qing hadn't noticed, had she?
He stealthily observed and felt relieved that Jiang Qing didn't show the slightest hint of suspicion; she walked to the bedside and sat down.
