Chapter 78: Why Not Try a One-Night Stand?

"On the eleventh floor, in the gym, the last changing room cubicle has a hidden door. Go through it, and you'll find the G. Spot."

The junior apprentice adopted an air of deep mystery, lowering her voice conspiratorially.

Wen Nan turned his head to look at her. "That's it?"

She pursed her lips a little. "Yes, what else did you expect?"

Wen Nan was puzzled. "It's just a hidden door. Why would anyone be embarrassed to mention that?"

"You don't get it," she beckoned him closer, leaning in to whisper, "You know our company started out making those special products, right? Well, I heard from the girls in our company's 'Proper Values Group' that behind that hidden door, the G. Spot... it's a pleasure house for rich women!"

Wen Nan squinted at her, silent, his gaze scrutinizing.

Her cheeks reddened further, eyes lowered. "Oh, don't look at me like that! I don't even know what a pleasure house for rich women is, much less what goes on inside. I've never been there, never even seen the secret door. I only overheard when they were gossiping..."

Wen Nan raised his brows. "Our company has a 'Proper Values Group'? How come I never knew? That name sounds like it suits me—how about you invite me in so I can broaden my horizons?"

She wrinkled her nose and let out a quiet huff. "Dream on. It's a girls-only group, all women chatting about wholesome, green topics."

Wen Nan laughed. "No genuinely wholesome chat group ever needs to stress it's wholesome, just like no legitimate foot massage parlor feels the need to declare it's authorized business the moment you walk in, right, junior apprentice?"

She poked Wen Nan in the chest. "Twisted logic! I can't outtalk you!"

As they bantered, Wen Nan's system flashed a new message in the character chatbox.

It was a text from Yang Jingyuan—

[Little Yuan: I've been waiting for you in the garage for 108 minutes. If you don't show up within ten minutes, the consequences will be severe.]

Wen Nan's heart skipped—he nearly forgot about the wealthy woman desperate for a child.

He closed the system, quickly bid farewell to his junior apprentice, and strode toward the elevator.

After a couple of steps, Yu Shujun silently followed from the corridor outside the CEO's office.

Wen Nan paused, glancing at the white wall Yu Shujun had leaned against earlier. "Were you just waiting outside the office door the whole time? Don't tell me you were eavesdropping?"

Yu Shujun looked at him coldly and replied, "If you had been besieged by those three women, I would have been obliged to clean up the mess for you, Master."

Wen Nan shook his head, helpless. He was used to her sharp tongue and merely smiled without saying more.

The two entered the elevator, one after the other. After pressing the button for the basement, Wen Nan looked up—and unexpectedly met Yu Shujun's gaze. Only then did he notice, behind those thick lenses, her eyes were rimmed in red.

Wen Nan was startled, momentarily at a loss. "You... you were crying?"

Yu Shujun turned her face away, voice icy. "No, Master."

Wen Nan pressed, "What's wrong? Did something happen just now?"

"I already said, nothing." Her tone grew even colder, tinged with embarrassment. "I have conjunctivitis. Overusing my eyes makes them water, Master."

Wen Nan didn't buy the excuse, eyeing her suspiciously.

"Is that so? I never heard about it before. Back in the trial map, when you nearly tore up the whole stadium in a sandstorm, I never saw you shed a single tear."

Yu Shujun's brows furrowed. She didn't know how to respond.

Wen Nan watched her for a moment, about to say more, when the elevator chimed and the doors slid open.

As soon as they entered the basement, a car directly ahead flicked on its headlights, twin beams shining straight at Wen Nan, making him squint and raise a hand to block the glare.

Beep, beep, beep—the driver furiously honked, venting frustration at the long wait.

Wen Nan hurried out of the elevator and approached the car with the lights on.

It was a black S-class Maybach, with only Yang Jingyuan inside. She hadn't brought a driver, sitting alone at the wheel.

Seeing Wen Nan approach, she lowered the window. Though her face showed annoyance from the prolonged wait, her lips maintained a polite, upward curve thanks to her upbringing.

She let out a soft hum, resting her elbow on the window and tilting her head toward Wen Nan. "Young Master of the Night family, quite the status. You had me waiting all morning before finally granting me an audience?"

Wen Nan smiled. "You're joking, Sister Yang. I'm just a wage earner, hustling every day to make ends meet. I wouldn't dare leave work before hours are up."

Yang Jingyuan tilted her head. "How much does my sister pay you each month for you to orbit her like that?"

Wen Nan replied ambiguously, "Enough to live comfortably in this city."

She scoffed, clearly unconcerned about the answer. She had little concept of the salary for a newcomer in Night Nine's circle. "Enough, don't just stand there. It's scorching in this parking lot—get in and let's talk."

Wen Nan turned, glanced toward the elevator, but couldn't see Yu Shujun. Unsure where she'd disappeared to, he knew she wouldn't stray far.

Seeing Wen Nan hesitate to get in, Yang Jingyuan simply opened the car door and got out herself.

Her high heels tapped crisply on the concrete floor, echoing in the empty lot.

She reached out and opened the rear door. "Please, Young Master of the Night family, get in."

Wen Nan didn't move, holding the door for her, raising his hand, "After you, Sister."

Yang Jingyuan let out a soft hum, her fingers lightly brushing Wen Nan's hand as she stepped into the back seat.

Wen Nan followed, closing the door behind him.

The car was spacious, but still felt a bit cramped for someone with Wen Nan's long legs.

Yang Jingyuan noticed his awkward posture and smiled. She raised her arm, resting her elbow on the headrest behind Wen Nan's head, almost leaning her whole chest against his shoulder.

"What I mentioned before, have you reconsidered?"

She turned her head, scrutinizing his handsome face from close range.

Up close, she found him even more attractive. Yang Jingyuan couldn't help but marvel—his looks were truly exceptional.

Unable to restrain herself, she lifted her hand, her slender fingers gently stroking his cheek.

Wen Nan turned his face away, avoiding her touch, and replied earnestly,

"Sister, if it's just a one-night stand, I honestly don't mind. But when it comes to having children—even though you promised there would be no further entanglements—it's not just a legal issue; it's about kinship, and there's a moral aspect as well."

He had prepared this refusal for a long time, and spoke with sincerity.

But Yang Jingyuan didn't hear a word of the latter half.

She was utterly captivated by the man's face before her, even forgetting the original reason for seeking him out.

"So, by your logic, paying for a child is unacceptable, but a one-night stand is fine?"

As she spoke, she raised her long legs and, before Wen Nan could react, straddled him.

"Alright, I have no objections. Why not try a one-night stand?"

Wen Nan: ?

What kind of corporate-level interpretation is this!

(End of chapter)