It's two o'clock in the morning.

The dim bedroom light switches on, and a palpable discomfort flickers across He Yan's face before vanishing, replaced by a forced cheerfulness as she heads towards the bathroom.

Yi Fan's fine fingers hold a lit cigarette, and behind the curling smokescreens, his exceptionally handsome face remains cold and expressionless. His predatory gaze follows her without a hint of warmth. No one can guess his thoughts at this moment.

He Yan doesn't care. She never expected a warm reception from Yi Fan anyway.

Besides, her goal is almost achieved, nothing else matters.

When she returns, the smile on her face deepens, "Mr. Yi, would you like to take a shower too?"

Ignoring her words, Yi Fan stubs out his half-smoked cigarette in the bedside ashtray and eyes her without any emotion, "Why did you do it?"

"I don't understand what you're saying. You need to realize it was you who initiated it; I just cooperated under certain circumstances."

He Yan's playful smirk is irritating, but the indifferent tone with which she speaks reveals her apathy towards him.

Yi Fan lowers his gaze. Suddenly his pupil contracts aggressively, radiating an icy chill. He stares at He Yan with disgust, abruptly thrusting his hand around her throat. He doesn't utter a word but his gaze sharply communicates his anger and disbelief. Nobody has ever dared to scheme against him this way but she did, and she succeeded.

He Yan smiles faintly as her bright eyes shimmer like stars in the dark night sky.

She understands Yi Fan's anger. She had impersonated He Wen to lure him here, and then deceived him into drinking a spiked beverage. Add in her deliberate actions, everything transpired naturally.

Now comes the reckoning of the scores!

Seeing she remains silent, Yi Fan tightens his grip a bit, "I’ll give you a million, don't mention this incident ever."

He Yan raises an eyebrow, "What if I say I don't want money, but because I like you, would you believe it?"

"I don't believe."

The response was very crisp, with absolutely no hesitation.

That he didn't believe was wise, He Yan herself couldn't believe it either!

Her sister, He Wen, had a sweet appearance, a gentle demeanor, and her words were always tender and soft, as if she would never get angry.

Such a woman is what he must love, but what He Yan wants to know now, if He Wen knew that the drink she had carefully prepared was drank by Yi Fan and it somehow implicated her. And the greasy middle-aged man she set up was knocked out and tied up in another room of the hotel, what would her reaction be?

Would she tear off the mask she had worn for so many years and immediately want to thrash her in public, fuming in rage?

Just thinking about it was utterly entertaining!

Seeing that she didn't agree with him, Yi Fan's aura became even more icy cold, with an unquestionable authority he spoke again, "He Yan, don't fantasize wildly, and don't challenge my limits, take the money and disappear immediately."

Having said that, he loosened his grip, took out a check from his clothes and swiftly penned in the amount.

He Yan did not miss this great opportunity, pretending to dress, she quickly took out her phone and sent a line of text: Everything went smoothly, room 1608, then sent it to He Wen.

The phone belonged to that greasy man, she took his phone when she left that room.

After passing the check to He Yan, she didn't look at it and tore it into pieces, casually scattering them all over the floor, "I told you, I don't want money!"

Her red lips slightly curved upward, she looked at him and gave a brilliant smile.

"Yi Fan, you're worth more than a check!"