Ye Chuyi spoke as she opened the car door, making as if to get in.
Wen Xingye's face changed, fearful that she would really leave, he hastily said, "Don't go! If it's just a car you want, I'll give it to you!"
Ye Chuyi closed the car door and then extended her hand toward him.
Wen Xingye gritted his teeth and put the car keys into her hand.
It's fine, he thought, just let her have it for now; stabilize the situation first. Once they got inside the villa, she'd see what's coming to her! By the time she's surrounded by a few men, he'd take the opportunity to get the car keys back.
Ye Chuyi knew all too well what was happening, understanding that Wen Xingye would rather give her the car than let her leave—that villa must be fishy.
He had amassed a huge debt, and with the Tattooed Arm Man having obviously shown interest in her yesterday, Wen Xingye's purpose in inviting her there was crystal clear. He was more despicable than she had imagined.
