Wang Xiaoke took a deep breath, bracing herself as if marching toward her doom, and entered the CEO’s office.

“President Song, what can I do for you?” she asked, still holding on to a glimmer of hope.

Song Yi raised an eyebrow with his alluring almond-shaped eyes and replied ambiguously, “What do you think?”

Sure enough, his germophobia had reached a level that could make people furious!

Wang Xiaoke felt like crying, barely stopping herself from clinging to Song Yi’s legs and begging for mercy. Even if she didn’t want to pay for the elevator’s renovation costs, she was already up to her neck in debt! Wasn’t he the company’s boss? Why was he so miserly?

“I was wrong. Just let me off the hook like a passing fart,” she said, though filled with resentment. But Wang Xiaoke was someone who knew when to submit to reality.

Song Yi remained unmoved, his expression impassive. “Hmm, let you off? Then who would I complain to?”

“But even if you come to me, I have no money to give you,” Wang Xiaoke admitted honestly. “I accidentally sent someone to the hospital recently, and just paying for their medical bills has left me completely bankrupt.”

Song Yi rested his chin on his hand, thinking for a moment, then casually suggested, “Then you might consider another option.”

“What option?” Wang Xiaoke blinked her round, shiny eyes and asked seriously, eager to learn.

Song Yi smiled cryptically, his lips curling slightly. “How about paying with your body?”

Wang Xiaoke felt a chill run down her spine under his intense gaze.

Hearing this, her lips twitched involuntarily, and she awkwardly responded, “President Song, you really know how to joke.”

“Then how do you suggest we handle this?” Song Yi tossed the responsibility directly back to her.

Wang Xiaoke couldn’t shake the feeling that something about Song Yi was off today, though she couldn’t quite put her finger on what was wrong. After thinking for a moment, she decided to shamelessly flatter him, saying, “Um, President Song, I really didn’t know you had a germ phobia earlier. I sincerely apologize for the elevator incident.”

“But I’m really tight on finances recently. Could you make a compromise and not replace the elevator? Just have the cleaning staff disinfect it—it’s practically the same thing and it’s environmentally friendly. Don’t you think so?”

“You make a valid point,” Song Yi responded smoothly.

This guy was surprisingly easy to talk to, Wang Xiaoke thought to herself, feeling a sense of relief.

But then, Song Yi added, “But why should I listen to you?”

The words of gratitude Wang Xiaoke had prepared got stuck in her throat, and it took her a while to recover.

“But you didn’t tell me about your germophobia either! It’s not fair for me to cover all the costs, right?” Wang Xiaoke was on the verge of tears.

Song Yi nodded in agreement. “It’s indeed unfair.”

Could it be that his conscience was finally awakening? Just as Wang Xiaoke wondered, she heard Song Yi’s voice, smooth like a heavenly melody, reaching her ears.

“So, you don’t have to pay for the elevator costs.”

“President Song, you truly are a compassionate capitalist,” Wang Xiaoke said sincerely.

Song Yi nodded. “Thank you for the compliment. However…”

Wang Xiaoke instinctively sensed something was wrong.

Song Yi leaned back gracefully in his chair, his almond-shaped eyes narrowing slightly as he spoke in a languid tone, “Did you think that sleeping with me would let money solve everything, Madam?” He deliberately emphasized the last two words.

Click! Wang Xiaoke’s brain short-circuited again.

What was wrong with his thought process? Why did he suddenly bring that up again?

“Um… I just remembered I have a lot of things to take care of,” Wang Xiaoke stammered, hastily turning around to escape.