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"The innocent girl, sizzling hot—thwack—with a rip, the fabric tore and scattered, leaving her feeling cold! This dedicated bastard! He actually poured red wine on her back, saying he was going to savor every drop, even threatening to go 360 degrees, all angles, no blind spots! Guaranteed top-notch service! Ah! This... the intensity is too much..."

"The Sweet and Sizzling Girl"

"Y-Yao Yao… Your grandpa…" Mrs. Luo choked back sobs, her weathered face crumpling.

Yao Yao's heart clenched. Her mother, always the pillar of strength, now shattered by desperation. "Mom, I… saved 100,000 yuan. Will it help?"

*Don't ask. Please don't ask.* Her silent plea hung between them. Mrs. Luo wiped her eyes, forcing a smile. "Yes. Yes, it's enough."

But both knew the lie. Yao Yao clenched her fists. "Wait. I'll get the rest."

"Not stealing. Not robbing. Just… wait." She fled before her resolve crumbled.

An hour later, Yao Yao stood frozen outside Feng Corporation's gleaming tower, a gilded business card clutched in her palm—the one Feng Chenyi had slipped her weeks ago.

"Miss, who are you here to see?" The receptionist's polite mask cracked at her disheveled appearance.

Yao Yao thrust the 24k gold-plated card forward.

In the executive suite, Feng Chenyi's secretary, Lisa, did a double take. "You're…?"

Minutes later, Yao Yao faced the man who'd once vowed to marry her.

"Miss Luo. Missing me already?" Feng Chenyi leaned back, his smirk a blade.

She swallowed bile. "I need… a loan. One million."

His brows arched. "A loan? The girl who refused even a coffee from me now begs for cash?"

"As my ex? No." He steepled his fingers. "As my mistress? Name your price."

Memories ambushed her—teenage debates about morality, his sneer at "women who sell themselves." Now *she* was that punchline.

"I'd sooner be *anyone's* mistress. Never yours."

His chair slammed back. "Even the bastard who knocked you up?!"

"Guess so." She fled, his roar echoing down the hall.

Outside, twilight bathed her tears. Why did his cruelty still cut? Why had she hoped—even briefly—that the boy she'd loved might still exist beneath the corporate shark?

Across the street, a black sedan idled. Yu Aotian watched her crumple against a lamppost, his grip tightening on the steering wheel. Every sob, every tremor—captured in his rearview mirror.

"Stubborn lamb," he murmured, dialing Long Ye. "Freeze all her accounts. Now."

Hunger sharpened his smile. Cornered prey always ran… straight into the hunter's arms.

Chapter 55: The Ex. A Loan.