Chapter 100: The Jerk

Jiang Muwan doesn't need a knife to kill; her soul-snatching allure lies in her waist.

Indeed, Gu Jiangnian's soul and spirit had earnestly bent to her.

Gu Jiangnian's broad palm traced back and forth across Jiang Muwan's waist, causing a shudder with every inch, every touch.

His slightly calloused hand moved back and forth along her waist.

Jiang Muwan lifted her head to look at him, her slightly husky voice slowly starting, "What's wrong, Director Gu ran out of money?"

"Hiss----------," a sharp intake of breath followed.

His hand, resting on her waist, squeezed hard, causing her to sharply inhale a breath of cold air from the pain.

"Yeah, spent it all, trying to earn some living expenses," his mood seemed to improve by half, as if his hands were no longer itching.

He simply agreed with Jiang Muwan's words.

"Want me to introduce you to some business, Director Gu?" she asked, her words laced with sarcasm.

"Vice President Jiang seems to really look after me."