Seeing the anticipation in Chloe's eyes, Jiang Cheng looked at her with a deep gaze. "You want to stay by my side forever?"
Taking in Jiang Cheng's chiseled features, Chloe nodded firmly.
Her eyes locked on his. "I don't know about the future, but right now I definitely do. You're my first man—rich and handsome—what woman wouldn't want you?"
She admitted that what she loved most about Jiang Cheng at the moment was his wealth, yet she couldn't deny the unique charm and aura he exuded. These past two days she'd even begun to feel quietly conquered in... other ways.
"If another wealthy man showed up right now—someone who could give you everything—what would you choose?"
The question left Chloe briefly silent.
But soon her lips curved into a sly smile.
She leaned close to Jiang Cheng's ear and breathed, "Then he'd at least have to be handsome—bigger than you."
Chloe's words drifted across Jiang Cheng's ear like a spring breeze, stirring a faint ripple in his heart.
As expected of a Western country open in every respect, the conversation was refreshingly direct.
Jiang Cheng's lips lifted in a teasing smile. "You're really such a little vixen."
Instead of getting angry, Chloe laughed alluringly.
She cooed, "I'm not usually like this, you know. I'm only naughty for you. Even if such a man appeared, I wouldn't be interested. Those people you mentioned—why would I bother? My goal is clear: find a long-term meal ticket. Money-wise, you're more than enough, and in... other areas you're plenty fierce. So why look elsewhere?"
Though Chloe had no idea exactly how rich Jiang Cheng was, Joshua's attitude toward him convinced her that Jiang Cheng was no ordinary Second-generation rich kid in China.
And these past two days—from the private jet to the luxury villa—
every sign screamed money.
She resolved to seize this chance and become the woman at his side.
"A long-term meal ticket, so you want to be my woman?" Jiang Cheng asked, half-smiling.
Chloe pressed closer, batting her big eyes as she nodded earnestly. "Mm, will you keep me? As long as you do, I'll sit when you say sit, lie down when you say lie down..."
Jiang Cheng curled a finger under her chin and lifted her face,
studying her delicate, Barbie-doll features.
With a beauty score of ninety-seven, Chloe's request was something no normal man could refuse.
Money was meaningless to Jiang Cheng;
he had more than enough to satisfy any desire.
Yet without the favorability value scanning system and the Danger Perception Skill, who could guarantee they wouldn't meet some heartbroken soul bent on revenge in this treacherous world?
So when a clean, suitable "collectible" appeared, you grabbed it.
Still, Jiang Cheng didn't answer immediately. He wiped his mouth with a napkin, stood, and walked outside.
Startled by his sudden departure, Chloe eyed him curiously,
but she set down her glass, dabbed her lips, and followed.
Past the garden, she trailed him to the fishpond.
The place was serene and beautiful, the air fresh, planted with rare flowers and grasses.
On a spotless stone table lay a box of fish food and fresh raw meat, clearly for the pond's inhabitants.
Jiang Cheng scanned the water but saw none of the usual little figures.
Seeing Chloe's questioning look, he scooped up some fish food and murmured, "Being my woman comes with conditions."
Their relationship had begun as a simple cash transaction; Jiang Cheng saw no need to beat around the bush.
After all, unlike the other girls around him, he and Chloe had spent less than a week together—including those two days in Great Britain.
Chloe understood at once: he had agreed.
Her eyes sparkled seductively as she stepped to his side,
a delicate hand brushing his shoulder. "darling, what are your terms?"
Jiang Cheng met her gaze, deadly serious. "While you're with me, no other men. Can you manage that?"
She didn't ask for his own fidelity; she knew such a demand would be fantasy.
A man like Jiang Cheng would always be surrounded by beauties.
"So domineering! But I accept—I currently have only you. Question is, how will you keep your other women from straying? Planning to spy on me?" she teased.
"I'll give you money and resources," he replied. "But keeping yourself chaste is basic. If you fall for someone else, you keep it locked—heart and body—while we're together. Got it? No spies, but if you cross the line, I'll know."
Chloe looked skeptical, pouting. "Without spying how would you know? What if I just flirt?"
Jiang Cheng gave a disdainful chuckle and shook his head.
He stepped to the pond, scattered feed, and a swirl of red-and-white koi rushed over.
The commotion brought several Alligator Snapping Turtles to the surface.
Chloe, anxious for an answer, watched in horror as the turtles seized a few of the beautiful fish.
The slaughter was brutal:
razor beaks tore into the koi, blood clouding the water.
The fish thrashed but couldn't escape;
some were bitten in half, white bone gleaming beneath torn flesh.
She couldn't help a soft cry. "There are snapping turtles in here? Those poor koi."
Jiang Cheng, unfazed, tossed skinned chickens from an iron pail to the turtles.
Soon the pond quieted again.
As the turtles tore at the chickens, Jiang Cheng turned back to Chloe.
His gaze was cold. "Don't concern yourself with how. Just remember—if it happens, don't expect me to honor our 'comradeship.'"
Seeing his calm certainty, Chloe felt a shiver race over her skin.
Awe of him deepened inside her.
Rich men had countless ways to learn the truth;
one step across the line and she'd end up like those koi—or the chickens.
Jiang Cheng's warning carried absolute confidence—
he'd paid for exclusivity, and no one liked wearing green.
Better to sound the alarm now than deal with trouble later.