Bertha pushed up her glasses again and spoke to her: "In other words, this is surrogacy." Although the woman in front of her was a little younger, she probably didn't know anything about this kind of thing.
If you are over eighteen years old, you are an adult.
The look on the face of this woman named Bertha told An Yi that this was definitely not a joke.
She finally understood the deep meaning behind her adoptive father selling her.
"What if...I don't agree?"
Bertha closed the thing in her hand with a "pop" and looked straight at her. The smile that was politely on her face just now was abruptly hidden. She said solemnly: "This sentence
, I hope Miss An was just joking. You can’t afford to offend our boss, so don’t try to trick him."
An Yi was frightened by her tone and bit her lip, not knowing what to say for a moment.
Bertha added: "Your dad owes our boss 300,000 yuan. We will directly cancel his debt and even pay him 3 million yuan. The condition is that he leaves here forever. As for you, our boss will give you 300,000 yuan."
Ten million in remuneration, but you have to stay here until the baby is born. As long as the baby is successfully delivered, our boss can give you a new identity, let you study abroad, and even give you a job arrangement after you return to China.
Once it's done. In other words, you will have no worries for the rest of your life." She paused and raised her voice slightly, "Of course, if you want to regret it, just wait until your father's body is collected. And you, don't
I hope any company dares to hire you."
An Yi's body was trembling a little. She didn't know who her adoptive father had messed with. Just hearing about those conditions made her feel horrified.
"Why me?" they asked in a trembling voice. Even if their adoptive father owed them money, not everyone could do this kind of surrogacy.
Bertha then re-opened the contract in her hand, glanced down, and softened her voice slightly: "It is undeniable that Miss An is indeed beautiful. Our boss has both money and status. As for Miss An, all she needs is beauty and health.
What I need Miss An to understand is that our boss still has many choices, but you have none."
An Yi gradually understood in her heart that this was probably an agreement she could not refuse. Her adoptive father had already sold her, and the contract signed by the other party for her was purely a superficial formula.
As the woman in front of me said, it wasn't her, it would be someone else. However, if she didn't do it, she wouldn't be able to bear the consequences.
What else could she say?
"Who is your boss?" If it is a surrogacy, should she know who the father of her future child is?
The woman in front of her stopped laughing again and said, "I have already told Miss An everything that needs to be said. As for the rest, there is no need for Miss An to ask any more questions. If you think there is no problem, just sign the contract."
Handing the pen to her, she seemed to remember something again, "Oh, by the way, you had a fever last night. From now on, you can't take any medicine. The boss will come over after finishing his work, probably in the next few days.
.”
After watching her sign the contract, Bertha stood up and went out again on her high heels.
The fever has gone away, and apart from my still fast heartbeat, I don't feel any other discomfort.
For two days in a row, the woman named Bertha did not appear again. The nurse took care of her daily life every day, and the scope of her activities was only her room.
Oh, no, that's not her room at all.
On the third night, she heard something else coming from outside. An Yi stood up and looked out the window. Because it was blocked by huge leaves, she could only see the bright light of the car lights.
He was startled unconsciously.
Could the person in the car that she couldn't see be the boss that Bertha mentioned?
Bertha had already seen the black Rolls-Royce below from the balcony on the second floor. She hurriedly adjusted her clothes and ran down.
The headlights of the car were not turned off. When Bertha got closer, she heard a woman's intermittent gasping coming from the half-rolled window. She swallowed instinctively and stopped in her tracks.
Standing straight on the spot like a sculpture, never taking another step closer.
She raised her gaze slightly and looked at the room on the second floor that was still lit.
Isn't that why he came today? Why did he bring a woman here?
His thoughts were withdrawn along with his gaze. No one could figure out this man's thoughts, and neither could she.
Lai Qijun actually heard the footsteps approaching, but he still stingily did not even raise his head, making people think that he was extremely focused on kissing the beauty in his arms.
The woman's body was as soft as a bone and pressed against his chest. Her name was Jiang Jinyuan, and she was his new favorite, a newcomer who had just entered the fashion industry. How many people looked at her and waited for her to fail, but for her
Say, everything doesn't matter.
At least her luck was better than others, she was favored by Lai Qijun.
Through the car window, she glanced at Bertha who was standing straight outside, and moaned: "Qi Jun, someone is watching!"
"Well, you feel uncomfortable?"
"Oh, no, no, as long as I'm with Qi Jun, I like it no matter what."
Lai Qijun smiled softly and gently pushed the woman in his arms away: "But I think it's almost time."
Jiang Jinyuan thought he meant it was time to get out of the car, and hurriedly reached out to tie up the scattered shoulder straps. However, she heard the voice come again: "This is the end of our relationship."
She thought she heard wrong, but saw that he had buttoned up his open shirt neatly, and hurriedly took his hand: "No, Qi Jun, I love you, I love you. Let me be with you!"
"She rushed forward and hugged the man in front of her tightly.
He did not push her away, but only glanced down at her. There was no trace of anger in his eyes, and he only said leisurely: "A villa, an opportunity to be on the international catwalk."
Jiang Jinyuan was startled. She seemed to understand the meaning of his words, and she let go in a panic: "I...I understand." Accept it as soon as it's ready, otherwise, there will be nothing left.
She had heard rumors from the outside that there were countless women around Lai Qijun, but every woman would not pester him after breaking up with him, but they would never forget him. Tonight, she finally understood why.
Watching him get out of the car, Jiang Jinyuan still couldn't take her eyes away.
This man is handsome and rich. He is the richest man in the entire East China region. Everyone is speculating on what kind of gentle and virtuous lady his future wife will be...
All the women who have been with him long for her to be his last woman.
But obviously, this seems a bit difficult.
Lai Qijun took a step forward. He seemed to remember something again, and turned back to the woman in the car and said: "If everything goes well, you will have a lot to do when you go abroad this time. When you come back, this villa will already be in your name."
That's it." After saying that, he never looked back and walked straight inside.
Because there is another woman who needs to live here for ten months, maybe even longer.
Bertha hurriedly followed his footsteps.
In the hall, all the servants saluted respectfully, but he ignored them and went straight upstairs.
A cold smile appeared at the corner of her mouth. Women in this world are indeed the same.
Love is a joke. In the face of money, none of them actually loves him.