Living in a county town, starting as a stock market maker...

The black car sped through the empty streets, and the woman in the rearview mirror grew smaller and smaller until she disappeared completely.

Her worthless pride and petty nature were also completely discarded.

Gu Ming showed no sign of satisfaction at having gotten his revenge.

I can only think of two words: disgusting.

Li Li is the typical type of person from a small town—jealous and stupid, she doesn't cause any trouble, but she's annoying.

He solved the problem using the simplest and most direct method.

He didn't go home.

The comfort of home is now making him uneasy.

He had to return to his battlefield, to that place of cold business and numbers, to rediscover the feeling of having everything under his control.

The car came to a stop downstairs in front of Xingchen Media building.

Back in his still-lit office, Gu Ming made himself a strong cup of tea and began dealing with the aftermath of the lawyer's letter.

The lawyer sent a new message: the school has set up an investigation team, and the education bureau has also sent people. Li Li has been suspended from her job; we are waiting for the final result.

Everything went exactly as he expected; he didn't make a single mistake.

But Gu Ming still felt inexplicably tired.

This exhaustion isn't from business; it's from being utterly fed up with dealing with these petty people.

He leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temples, and looked out the window at the night view of Hegang.

Just then, the office door was pushed open.

Gu Ming looked up, somewhat surprised.

Chen Mo was standing at the door.

She was wearing a black tracksuit, her hair tied in a neat ponytail. Her face no longer showed its usual coldness and defensiveness, but rather a quietness that Gu Ming had never seen before.

"Why are you here so late?"

Gu Ming asked.

Chen Mo didn't speak.

He walked steadily to Gu Ming's desk.

Then, without saying a word, he gently placed a folder on his desk.

After doing that, she took a step back, her hands hanging by her sides, and stood up straight.

Gu Ming was a little confused.

He picked up the document and opened it.

The first page is the hospital report, which says that her father's surgery was very successful, and it also includes the recovery plan.

Her father's surgery was very successful.

Gu Ming continued flipping through the pages.

When he saw what was written on the second page, his eyes, which had been expressionless until now, widened for the first time.

It is a supplementary contract.

Chen Mo had a lawyer write it herself, supplementing her contract with Star Media.

The contract was simple, crude, and even a bit absurd.

The terms above are practically a modern-day "indenture," something I've never even heard of before.

Article 1: I, Chen Mo, hereby voluntarily agree to give 90% of all the money I earn through Xingchen Media and related projects to Mr. Gu Ming personally, unconditionally.

Article 2: I, Chen Mo, hereby voluntarily and irrevocably transfer all my personal portrait rights and authorship rights, as well as all benefits arising from my image, to Mr. Gu Ming.

Article 3: This contract is greater than any contract signed before, and it is valid indefinitely.

Below is Chen Mo's signature and a red handprint.

Gu Ming held those few sheets of paper, feeling their immense weight.

He suddenly looked up at Chen Mo, about to open his mouth to say something.

But Chen Mo was one step ahead of him.

She raised her hand and untied the black rubber band binding her hair.

Her long, black hair, which had been tied up, came down and draped over her shoulders, softening her otherwise harsh face.

Then, in Gu Ming's stunned gaze...

She slowly turned around, her back to him.

She took off her black sports jacket and casually draped it over the chair next to her.

Underneath the jacket was a tight-fitting black training vest.

Her strong, muscular back was fully exposed under the bright office lights.

That back was bruised from fighting.

The area was covered with wounds of varying depths, old and new, bruises and scars from broken skin.

Those scars, etched on her bronze skin, recorded how this girl struggled desperately in the mud.

But the muscle lines on her back are particularly smooth and strong.

Every piece of meat hides a terrifying power.

This body is her weapon, her tool, and the capital that has allowed her to live until now.

And now, she has laid bare her body, along with her future and everything she has, to Gu Ming.

"Boss."

Chen Mo spoke.

The voice was still calm, but there was a seriousness in it that I had never felt before.

"You saved my father's life."

"From this day forward, my life belongs to you."

"Use it however you want."

Her eyes met Gu Ming's through the reflection in the glass of the desk.

There was not a trace of seduction or scheming in his eyes.

There wasn't even the worthless pleas for mercy and self-sacrifice that Li Li offered.

There is only one ancient thing inside: absolute obedience, risking one's life for another.

Gu Ming's heart was struck hard in that instant.

He recalled an hour earlier, when Li Li was clinging to his leg in the parking lot, crying and saying, "I only want you."

They were all women, and they all "sacrificed themselves".

One is a dirty business of exchanging a worthless body for benefits.

The other option is to repay favors with one's own life and future.

He threw the one in front of him away and even threw money at her face.

And this… Gu Ming looked at the ridiculous “contract of servitude” on the table, and then at that back that was full of scars but straight.

he knows.

This loyalty is heavier and more valuable than Li Li's body, Shen An'an's multi-million dollar investment, and all his business contracts.

Today, he turned down the cheapest deal.

But they received something that money couldn't buy.

This quiet girl used her most direct method to turn herself into his strongest card.