He obviously understood me so well before and respected me so much. Why doesn't he believe me now?
I could feel from his eyes that he thought I was despicable and everything was just pretending and performing.
How can he trust me? My heart hurts so much...
I remained silent, knowing that he would not believe anything I was explaining, and would only think that I was pretending to be acting.
Am I really going to be a prostitute?
don't want……
I don’t want to sell my body…
"I'm sorry to disturb you, Mr. Yun." My expression returned to its usual calmness, and my voice was as calm as ever.
When I turned around and was about to open the door, Yun Aotian quickly grabbed my arm: "I will hire you and pay you one year's salary at a time, but our contract was changed to a maid, and you have to work as a maid."
He stayed in my house as a servant and was responsible for taking care of my father!"
His expression was very cold, without any relief, but when I heard that he was willing to hire me and give me a year's salary, I showed a real smile that I hadn't shown in a long time: "Thank you, thank you Mr. Yun." My fiancée may not have to do anything heavy.
However, I am more eager to work as a maid in his house. Although I don't know what his purpose is, as long as he doesn't do obscene things to me, I can bear it.
He quickly typed out a contract. The date when the contract will be invalidated is when he automatically fires me, and I have to live in his house during the contract period. What about my mother? Who will take care of her?
"Mr. Yun, can I go home and lie down every day?" I asked Yun Aotian tentatively.
His eyes flashed and he gave me a golden pen: "You are not worthy of bargaining!"
The humiliating voice reached my ears, deeply stimulating my heart. I don't deserve it...
Yes, in his mind now, I am a dirty bartender who loves to play tricks, right? Maybe I will have this image in his mind for the rest of my life...
Without saying anything else, I signed my name, Han Yi'er...
After taking the contract, he elegantly took out a check from his pocket and wrote a few words.
He held the check between his fingers and annotated me, with a faint sarcastic smile on his lips. With a flick, the check fluttered to the ground...
This action was completely different from when he handed over his business card. At this moment, he was as full of contempt and humiliation as those drinkers who were tipping me.
He shouldn't be blamed. It's true that we only knew each other for a few days and there were various misunderstandings. He shouldn't believe me.
No matter what, I still want to thank him.
I lowered my head and picked up the check on the ground. When I stood up, my head was still lowered: "Thank you, Mr. Yun, I will report to your villa tomorrow." I finished speaking calmly and turned around indifferently.