The Bet Begins Tomorrow, and I Have an Invitation Today!
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
There wasn't much to say. Even if Yu Anwan lost, she had a way of obtaining custody of Wen Zhanyan.
At the very least, on the surface, this bet favored Wen Jin. He held the initiative.
Therefore, Yu Anwan wasn't worried that Wen Jin wouldn't agree.
However, Wen Jin just looked at Yu Anwan without uttering a word. His gaze remained fixed on her, unwavering.
Yu Anwan didn't avoid his gaze and stared back provocatively. "What's the matter, President Wen? Are you scared?"
"What if you lose?" Wen Jin calmly spoke, one hand gripping Yu Anwan's chin, tightening slightly with a hint of coercion.
Yu Anwan's red lips twitched, and Wen Jin's voice reached her again, clear and distinct. Each word was like a precise note. "Yu Anwan, if you lose, you'll have to stay by my side unconditionally until I grow tired of you."
This time, the one who remained silent was Yu Anwan.
Wen Jin looked down at Yu Anwan. "What? Are you afraid?"