Ai Bao bit her lip in grievance. “You… you…”

 An Yibei knew her too well by now. He said indifferently, “I see.”

 What? She hadn’t said anything yet. What did he see?

 An Yibei dialed the number of Zhao, the firm’s accountant. “For the salary this month, Ai Bao’s year-end bonus…”

“Wait!” Ai Bao cried out. An Yibei darted her a look. “Yes?”

 Ai Bao was almost in tears.

 He was such an awful man!

 “Mr. An, please don’t take my year-end bonus away… I promise I’ll work hard to repay your kindness…”

 “Alright,” An Yibei said indifferently, then went on talking into the phone. “Ai Bao’s…”

 “Fine! I’ll be your girlfriend!” Ai Bao said quickly. An Yibei’s fingers trembled imperceptibly and he smiled a little as he said into the phone, “It’s nothing. Put her year-end bonus on my card.”

 Zhao was at a loss on the other end, but still nodded. “Alright.”

 An Yibei rubbed Ai Bao’s head after finishing the phone call. “Let’s go. I’ll buy you lunch.”

 Ai Bao looked despairing. “What did you just say?”

 “I’ll buy you lunch. Aren’t you hungry?”

 “Before that!”

 “What’s wrong? I’ll keep your bonus for you so that you won’t foolishly lend it to someone else,” said An Yibei matter-of-factly.

 Ai Bao was exasperated. “What am I supposed to live on, then?” WTF?!

 “You can live off me.” An Yibei adjusted his glasses and sounded delighted. “You have a problem with that?”

 “Yes!”

 “Denied.”

 “…”

 Ai Bao lowered her head in frustration, while An Yibei picked up her hand as if it was the most natural thing to do.

 “Aren’t you going to ask me if I actually like you?”

 “There’s no need.”

 “But you haven’t told me whether or not you like me yet!” Ai Bao pursed her lips.

 “Do you think I don’t like you?” An Yibei eyed her, bemused. “That’s ok. I’ll give you some time to think it through.”

 Ai Bao said, “… All I want is my year-end bonus.”

 “I can pay you a year-end bonus every single day. Would you like that?”

 “Yes!” Ai Bao said without thinking.

 “Alright. Good girl.” An Yibei rubbed her head, and Ai Bao realized with blushing cheeks that she was infatuated again…

Hm… what should she do to get rid of Mr. An?

 While she was racking her brain, Ai Bao failed to realize that she had already fallen in love with the scheming guy that was holding her hand…

–

 An Xiaxia, who had witnessed the whole thing, was elated. “My brother is awesome! He nailed my sister-in-law just like that!”

 “Why are you so excited…” Su Xiaomo teased her. “Didn’t your man nail you more easily than that?”

 “What? Did he?” An Xiaxia was baffled.

 Su Xiaomo: …

 Sheng Yize took her hand and said sincerely, “Of course not. You threw yourself at me willingly. Well, what choice did I have? Since you can only eat so much, I just bit the bullet and took you in.”

 “Go away! You’re making it sound like I forced you!” An Xiaxia pouted. She then heard the stage come alive again behind them.

 Wu Hanxiao had gone up on stage once more and was going to sing a traditional-style song, “Longing for Love.”

 An Xiaxia was the songwriter.

 “I don’t want him to sing my song…” An Xiaxia was frustrated. “If he makes another unnecessary sound, I’m gonna send him threats in the mail!”

 Sheng Yize suddenly said, “You won’t need to do that.”

 “Huh?”

 He casually went up on stage, so confident that no one dared stop him.

 “Excuse me, I need to borrow your mike.” He took the microphone from the host.