Chapter 19 How Much Money Will You Sell For?

• "Which newspaper reported it?" Han Feng trembled and answered cautiously, "It was reported by Fruit Entertainment Weekly. The journalist who reported it is called Chen Qianqian, and she is Mr. Pan's girlfriend."
• "Heh heh." Xue Silu laughed angrily, "Chen Qianqian? Pan Lichen's girlfriend? Tell Pan Lichen that he should break up with this girlfriend! If they don't break up, they will eventually bring disaster upon his family!"
• Han Feng dared not answer, feeling that Xue Silu's temper today was probably the worst he had ever seen in his life.
• He seemed like a walking powder keg, ready to explode at any moment.
• "Arrange it immediately, suppress this news for me. If I see this news again, you don't need to stay in the company anymore."
• Xue Silu coldly threw down these words and tugged at his tie in annoyance.
• Just thinking about Jiang Weiyang and her attitude towards him made Xue Silu feel extremely irritated.
• When has he ever experienced such a lack of control over his emotions? Unfortunately, this damn woman always appears and makes him lose control of his emotions.
• "Yes, Mr. Xue, I will arrange it immediately." Han Feng also knew that the situation was not right. Xue Silu's mood was very bad right now, so he obediently agreed.
• "Get out! Notify the senior management of the company, we will have a meeting in ten minutes!"
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• Jiang Weiyang woke up the next day at half past ten. She had slept well, and if it weren't for her hungry stomach, she probably wouldn't have woken up.
• She didn't see Xue Silu when she got up, and she didn't pay much attention to it. It was normal for Xue Silu, a busy man like him, to not be around.
• Her gaze swept around the room. The decoration of the room was simple, with black and white colors that gave the room a touch of coldness, which matched Xue Silu's personality very well. There were no extra decorations in the room, it was clean and tidy, and there was a faint fragrance in the air, which smelled good.
• From now on, she would be living in this place with Xue Silu. Thinking about this, Jiang Weiyang inexplicably felt a strange feeling in her heart.
• Just as she was thinking, her phone, which was placed on the bedside table, suddenly rang without warning.
• Jiang Weiyang picked up the phone and glanced at it. It was a call from her best friend, Pei Duo.
• "Damn it! Jiang Weiyang, you finally answered the phone! Where the hell have you been? You haven't come to work for the past few days! Let me tell you, the minister is about to explode. You better come over now!"
• Pei Duo's loud voice came through the phone, causing Jiang Weiyang's eardrums to ache.
• She moved the phone away a bit and, after Pei Duo finished shouting, she asked patiently, "Is the minister looking for me?"
• "Of course! If he's not looking for you, who else would he be looking for? Your business skills are well-known. Today, some difficult guests came to the club and no one can handle them. The minister couldn't find you either. He almost tore my skin apart. Miss, I beg you, please come and help solve the problem as soon as possible," Pei Duo replied with irritation, but then quickly changed her tone and pleaded with Jiang Weiyang.
• Jiang Weiyang knew that there was probably someone important beside Pei Duo, most likely the minister.
• She looked at the time. It was only eleven o'clock. Whoever could cause a headache for the minister and come to the club at this time was definitely not an ordinary person.
• Jiang Weiyang hurriedly agreed and went back to change her clothes before rushing out.
• The Imperial Entertainment Club was one of the top high-end clubs in Shengjing. The people who came here to consume were either rich or influential. Even if you just wanted to be a waiter at Imperial, you needed at least a bachelor's degree and attractive facial features with a good figure. Therefore, the waiters at Imperial could be said to have the highest appearance value in the industry.
• When Lin Xin's illness became severe, all the money at home was spent on various medical examinations and treatments, but it was all in vain.
• From the initial chronic nephritis, it took less than a month for Lin Xin's condition to deteriorate to uremia, followed by twice-weekly dialysis and repeated matching.
• At that time, Jiang Weiyang was still in college and, with no other options, she entered Imperial through the introduction of her best friend, Pei Duo.
• Jiang Weiyang hurriedly took a taxi to the entrance of Imperial and was immediately grabbed by Pei Duo, who had been waiting at the door.
• Jiang Weiyang felt a pain in her hand and pushed Pei Duo's hand away before whispering, "My hand is dislocated and it hasn't healed yet. Don't move it. What's going on? What kind of guests have come that even the minister is so troubled?"
• "How would I know? I didn't even have a chance to go up. I heard that even the manager was scolded and the minister is tearing his hair out in frustration." Pei Duo glanced worriedly at Jiang Weiyang's arm and regretted calling her back.
• After explaining a few sentences, she looked at Jiang Weiyang with a worried expression on her face. "Why didn't you tell me on the phone that your hand was injured? If you had told me earlier, I would have told the minister that you couldn't come because of your injury. If you go like this, what will you do if that guest deliberately gives you a hard time?"
• "It's okay, I'll go up and take a look first." Jiang Weiyang shook her head and asked Pei Duo to take her to the dressing room to change her clothes before going to the VIP box on the eighth floor.
• The entire eighth floor was reserved for VIPs. Without any background or status in Shengjing, one couldn't even get up there.
• When she arrived at the entrance of the private room, Jiang Weiyang took a deep breath before pushing the door open and walking in.
• As soon as she entered, the previously noisy private room instantly fell silent.
• Jiang Weiyang's heart skipped a beat, feeling a sense of unease. When she looked up and saw the man in front of her clearly, she suddenly understood where her unease came from.
• The man sitting in the center, with a gloomy expression and a murderous aura emanating from head to toe, was none other than her newlywed husband, Xue Silu.
• Xue Silu coldly looked at the woman in front of him, a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his lips.
• Jiang Weiyang was dressed in the uniform of the Royal Extreme Club, consisting of a black pencil skirt and a white fitted shirt with a low neckline that revealed a glimpse of her fair skin. This ensemble accentuated her curvaceous figure, evoking a sense of irresistible allure.
• Pan Lichen, seated beside Xue Silu, momentarily froze and then cast a peculiar glance at Xue Silu.
• Apart from Xue Silu, there were other individuals in the private room. Princesses were seated on either side of Pan Lichen, while another person sat silently in the corner, barely noticeable.
• Assessing the situation before her, Jiang Weiyang had a rough idea that the challenging guest was most likely Xue Silu.
• She hadn't expected to encounter Xue Silu here. Although Jiang Weiyang was reluctant, she compelled herself to approach and take a seat beside him.
• Xue Silu coldly regarded her and spoke with a sarcastic tone, "What? Being Mrs. Xue isn't enough for you? Or do you desperately need money to the extent that you have to resort to selling yourself even after becoming Mrs. Xue?"
• His words stung Jiang Weiyang, causing a dull ache in her chest. She perceived the mockery and disdain in his eyes, igniting her anger. Arching her eyebrows, she casually retorted, "So what? If I can marry you for money, can't I sell myself for money? Mr. Xue should have known what kind of person I am before agreeing to marry me, right? Is it too late to regret now? Besides, if Mr. Xue can come here for entertainment, why can't I work here?"
• "Jiang Weiyang!" Xue Silu's anger was successfully provoked by Jiang Weiyang. He clenched his teeth and shouted.
• Pan Lichen sensed that something was amiss between the two of them and swiftly ushered the other individuals out of the private room, leaving Jiang Weiyang and Xue Silu alone.
• Before departing, the man in the corner cast a penetrating gaze at Jiang Weiyang.
• "Selling yourself for money? Fine! Very well! Then tell me, how much money are you willing to sell yourself for? Ten thousand? Fifty thousand? Is that enough?" Xue Silu's temples throbbed with anger. He reached out and forcefully pinned Jiang Weiyang down on the sofa, causing her face to instantly pale and her eyes to become even more terrifying.
• Her wounds hadn't even healed, yet she was so eager to sell herself? Does she value money that much?
• "Xue Silu, don't lose control, let me go..."
• "What? Other men can, but I can't? Jiang Weiyang, let me tell you, today I really want to test and see how much money it takes to make you willingly sell yourself!" Xue Silu gritted his teeth and interrupted Jiang Weiyang's words. He pressed her down and forcefully tore at her clothes. A ripping sound ensued, and Jiang Weiyang's white shirt was torn to shreds.
• Beneath the torn fabric, a peculiar scar could faintly be seen, strikingly familiar. It caused Xue Silu to freeze in place.