"Miss Qin has arrived! Please, take a seat," Adrian greeted smoothly, his eyes lighting up with dark appreciation as Qin Yumo stepped through the doors of Suite 208 inside the Grand Hyatt.
Qin Yumo pulled out an armchair opposite him and sat down, cutting straight to the point. "Who are you? I don't believe our paths have ever crossed before."
She had been teetering on the absolute edge of a psychological breakdown for the past fortnight and possessed zero interest or energy for playing evasive guessing games.
"My name is Adrian Li," he replied, offering a relaxed smile. "It's true that Miss Qin hasn't met me previously, but isn't that acquaintance officially established now?"
"Mr. Li," Qin Yumo said, her eyes narrowing as she began to critically appraise the stranger sitting across the table. "Exactly what is it that you require from me?"
The man standing before her was roughly 1.85 meters tall. Visually, his face was neither striking nor repulsive, sitting comfortably at an average baseline. However, the custom attire and accessories he wore instantly elevated his charisma to an off-the-charts, aristocratic tier. As a former senior beauty consultant, Qin Yumo was intimately familiar with top-tier luxury items; a single glance told her that his tailored ensemble alone was worth at least an eight-figure sum.
"I was informed that Miss Qin recently ran into a rather severe financial complication," Adrian noted smoothly, taking a slow sip of his tea. "Specifically, four high-profile clients are currently demanding massive legal compensation from you, isn't that correct?"
Those who could afford private, high-end beauty consultants were naturally elite socialites. When a treatment went smoothly, the rewards were lucrative; but when a chemical reaction went wrong, the consequences were devastating. The combined civil and criminal claims brought against her by those four clients totaled a staggering 20 million yuan—an astronomical sum that Qin Yumo could never hope to settle on her white-collar salary.
"Yes," Qin Yumo confessed, her voice dropping into a hollow whisper. "I am completely cornered. But surely, Mr. Li, you didn't summon me to a luxury hotel suite merely to discuss my court cases?"
"It is quite simple," Adrian smiled warmly. "Upon learning of Miss Qin's financial distress, and considering my personal weakness for assisting breathtaking women in distress, I decided to extend a hand."
"Mr. Li, you must realize that 20 million yuan is not a minor sum of money!"
Although Qin Yumo had already anticipated the implicit nature of his proposal, hearing it stated so casually still filled her with disbelief. Admittedly, top-tier beauties commanded a high premium in modern society, but when reduced to raw liquid capital, even an exceptional woman was rarely appraised at 20 million yuan.
"As long as I deem the investment worthwhile, the exact number is irrelevant," Adrian replied casually. He tossed a thick leather document folder across the polished table.
Qin Yumo picked up the folder and flipped open the first page. Her eyes scanned the bold text:
> Personal Assistant Agreement:
> Advance Payment of 20,000,000 RMB to retain Miss Qin Yumo as a Exclusive Personal Assistant for a term of ten years, responsible for all domestic, personal, and private life arrangements...
Qin Yumo immediately understood the reality of the document; it was a high-society sugar baby contract packaged under corporate terminology.
"Ten years?" Qin Yumo hesitated, her brow furrowing. "If I surrender ten full years of my life to you, I will be thirty-eight when the contract expires. By then, my youth will be completely faded. What am I supposed to do with my life when I am tossed aside with nothing?"
She wasn't shocked by the nature of the demand; the moment she agreed to step into Suite 208, her sharp mind had already braced itself for this transaction. If a complete stranger offered to erase a catastrophic 20-million-yuan debt, any logical adult understood that a steep price would be extracted. What she found difficult to accept was surrendering her pride and her best years, only to end up broke and discarded at thirty-eight.
"If that particular arrangement causes you concern, I happen to have a secondary option available," Adrian smiled, reaching into his suit pocket to produce a second, distinctly styled folder.
This one was backed by a 50-million-yuan credit guarantee. However, unlike the assistant agreement, this document was an absolute, legally binding ownership contract.
"Under the terms of the first contract," Adrian explained, gesturing toward both folders on the glass, "Miss Qin may maintain her public lifestyle, pursue independent hobbies, and retain her social circle. Your sole obligation would be to provide me with private services a few times a month, while I remain entirely unconcerned with your day-to-day affairs. As for the second contract... I believe Miss Qin understands its nature without requiring explicit translation."
We were all rational adults; spelling out the exact mechanisms of total submission was entirely unnecessary.
"How... how can I be guaranteed that Mr. Li will honor his financial commitments once the contract is executed?" Qin Yumo asked after a long silence, staring intently at the 50-million-yuan folder.
An individual who had never tasted real, suffocating debt could never comprehend the sheer despair of her situation. A single unpaid bill could crush a strong man, let alone a 20-million-yuan criminal judgment! Even with her elite white-collar background, the relentless debt collection assault over the past fortnight had pushed her to the absolute precipice of suicide.
"My single greatest virtue is my absolute integrity," Adrian shrugged indifferently. "Miss Qin may rest entirely assured."
From the exact moment she walked into his web, her fate was already sealed. Playing a psychological game of choice merely added flavor to her submission.
"I will sign the second option," Qin Yumo stated after ten agonizing minutes of internal conflict. She reached for the pen, opting for the 50-million-yuan absolute contract to secure her financial future and shield her parents from civil liability.
"NO, NO, NO! Miss Qin, a contract of this nature is not executed with a common pen," Adrian interrupted softly, shaking his head. He gestured toward a heavy brass box containing a red inkpad resting on the side table. "This document requires Miss Qin's personal, physical stamp."
"A stamp?" Qin Yumo asked, her mind misfiring slightly as she reached out her right index finger toward the inkpad.
"This is an absolute sex slave contract," Adrian chuckled at her naivety. "Does Miss Qin genuinely believe a simple fingerprint is sufficient to seal absolute bodily ownership?"
"Then... what exactly am I required to do?"
"First... remove every single piece of your clothing."
"Ah?" Qin Yumo froze, her breath catching in her throat.
"Did you honestly assume fifty million yuan was so effortless to claim?" Adrian asked, his fingers lightly tapping the wooden desk.
'I have zero choice left,' Qin Yumo reminded herself bitterly. The criminal suits would strip her of everything, ruin her family, and land her in prison. Having already prepared her mind for absolute degradation before entering the hotel, she stood up, unzipped her dress, and let the fabric drop to the carpet.
"Very good. Excellent compliance," Adrian observed coldly as she stood completely bare before him under the chandelier. "What are your exact physical specifications?"
Facing his appraising gaze, Qin Yumo forced herself to speak, her tone laced with a sense of total surrender. "Height 166 centimeters, weight 47 kilograms... measurements 89E-61-90."
She felt like an item of livestock being appraised by a wealthy buyer, yet she was forced to endure the humiliation to survive.
"Very impressive," Adrian nodded, his eyes lingering on her full, unsagging chest. "You have maintained your form impeccably. Your breasts show zero signs of ptosis."
Natural E-cup proportions paired with a 61-centimeter waist were extraordinarily rare; even with specialized chemical stimulation, Nan Xiang had barely expanded to that tier. Qin Yumo possessed the natural genetic foundation to become an elite, top-tier addition to his private collection.
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