Lin Xue'er incredulously stared at the man in front of her, whom she had once called Uncle. She couldn't believe that inside his pudgy body hid such a filthy heart. Lin Xue'er shook her head, then, holding back tears, said, "Uncle Zhao, can't we try another way?"
"Sure, let your father return to power," suggested Zhao Dekun, which was practically the same as offering no solution at all.
"If that were possible, I wouldn't need to beg you!" Lin Xue'er cried hysterically.
"Then sleep with me!" Zhao Dekun finally revealed his true nature. He stood up from his chair and slowly walked toward Lin Xue'er, saying, "You have no idea, I've liked you for a long time. You're so beautiful, and you have such a great figure. Just sleep with me once, and not only will you be the hostess, but I could even give you the position of office director, how about that?!"
"No, that's not possible!" Lin Xue'er quickly shook her head.
