Qiao En didn't accept it; she was shocked inwardly but strained to maintain a calm exterior.
"Not enough?"
Zhou Jin'an's eyes darkened.
For some reason, Qiao En felt as if her heart had been pierced by a thorn.
The pain spread, pervading her entire body.
"I'll add more."
Zhou Jin'an said, and with a "swoosh," he signed another check for an equal amount.
The temptation was great, and it was very insulting.
She had sold herself before, but she wasn't a whore who would drop everything for money.
Qiao En stood up and pushed Zhou Jin'an's hand away with a swift motion.
"Mr. Zhou, you may have misunderstood. I love money, but not all money. You're trying to buy me now, I'm sorry, but I'm not for sale anymore."
Money is a good thing.
Qiao En needed money, desperately.
With money, she could pay off An Kexin's debts, afford the best doctor for Qiao De, and she could take her family and fly far away, no longer to be manipulated by anyone.
