Chapter 3: If You Dare to Choose, You Must Dare to Marry!

The special assistant tried to pull away the woman's muddy hand as he spoke.

But could Zhu Qianying be so easily dismissed?

Her hand clung onto Yan Shao's clothes like super glue, refusing to let go.

Humph, she despised such men who looked down upon women. Does he think she, Zhu Qianying, was longing for him?

She had undergone countless trials to help her foolish mother get her hands on the bride price of one hundred million dollars. How was it possible that she could be dismissed with just a few words, without gaining anything at all?

"A real man, if you have the courage to choose, you should have the courage to marry!" Zhu Qianying's words were firm and resounding.

The special assistant's body shivered, his eyes widened in disbelief.

This woman, she really dares to speak!

Apparently, it wasn't just the special assistant who thought so.

Yan Shao, who was somewhat impatient, showed a flicker of interest in his eyes, shrugged her off quite easily, and in a blink of an eye got into the opened car door ten meters away. The moment the bodyguards closed the door, he said two simple yet powerful words, "Take her!"

Before Zhu Qianying could react, two men in black suits had stepped to her side, one on each side, and lifted her. By the time her mind had kicked into gear again, she was already sitting in the car dashing on the road.

Although Zhu Qianying wanted to clarify where she was being taken, she had been exhausted for most of the day and her worn-out body overcame her rational mind. She slumped against the back seat and fell into a deep sleep like a dead pig.

Meanwhile, in the car ahead, Yan Shao was watching the exciting replay of the ten beauties escaping from the canyon:

One after another, the beauties opened their toolkits which, apart from various climbing and survival tools, contained an omnipotent artifact: a mobile phone.

The reaction of the ten beauties after opening the toolkit were almost the same — from initial fear to joy when they saw the phone.

Except for one woman named Zhu Qianying.

However, calling her a woman didn't seem quite apt. From the first day of selection, Yan Shao had noticed her. Other women either showed fear, anger, resentment, or flirtation while this one simply carried an expression of curiosity and playfulness from the start. This expression, Yan Shao was not unfamiliar with — it was a mischievous look usually seen on the faces of naughty children.

Therefore, to Yan Shao, Zhu Qianying was just a playful child who loved mischief.

What he did not expect was that the last one left would be this mischievous girl!

"Yan Shao, is this Zhu Qianying? She looks pretty! How could the difference be so great?" The special assistant was pointing at the woman on the screen, who was simply dressed but also strikingly beautiful.

Before the special assistant could finish speaking, the sharp ringtone interrupted Yan Shao, who had been enjoying the replay.

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Two hours later, Zhu Qianying, who was described as "quite pretty" by the special assistant, slowly rose from the luxurious bathtub. Dewy water beads slid down her smooth shoulders, making a ticking sound as they hit the water surface.

Her half-closed eyes glanced at the nearly ten different types of Chinese, Western, Korean, and Japanese style bathrobes placed next to the bathtub. The corners of her mouth curved into a playful smile.

This man seems to have thought everything thoroughly!

Did he really consider her a sacrificial offering? So it seems that this trick of being "an eye candy" works on men regardless of their status?

She had thought that only loathsome creatures like her father, who would think with their lower half, would buy into this!

However, while others might see her as an offering, she certainly did not see herself as one. Or rather, while others treat her as a commodity, she never regarded herself as one!

With that thought, Zhu Qianying quickly chose a simple set of clothes to put on, and confidently walked out of the bathroom, which was even larger than her boudoir at the Zhu Family mansion.

Outside the bathroom, was a different view.

In the living room, the size of a basketball court, Yan Shao was comfortably seated in his customized single-seat sofa, looking at the replay of the moment the ten beauties opened their toolkits as it played on the enormous projection wall.

Zhu Qianying pushed open the door with a light step, her eyes instantly meeting her bare face they had magnified on the screen.

Zhu Qianying was startled at first, but once she realized that the person on the screen was herself, she couldn't help but feel a little pleased.

Wow! My skin is so smooth, like a peeled boiled egg!

She felt so smug that she unconsciously let out a loud whistle.

The man behind her turned sharply, his sharp eyes piercing into her, "Watch your behavior!"

Zhu Qianying couldn't help but laugh!

Smiling, she paced elegantly around him, cutting off his line of sight without hesitation.

She crossed her arms and looked down at Yan Shao.

"Oh? What's my role?"

At the side, the special assistant had paused the video. On the projection wall was a close-up of Zhu Qianying.

Yan Shao leaned back slightly, his gaze first landed on Zhu Qianying and then lazily moved to the projection wall.

In the video, Zhu Qianying's eyes shone brightly, filled with intense interest. Her lips slightly upturned, she looked lively yet as if she could come to life at any moment.

The Zhu Qianying in front of him was making exactly the same expression.

Interest sparked in Yan Shao's eyes as he lightly tapped on the armrest, his voice as vacant as ever.

"Your role, is up for me to decide!"

Zhu Qianying blinked thoughtfully, crossed the few steps to Yan Shao and leaned forward, her hand on the armrest of the sofa, her delicate face about twenty centimeters away from Yan Shao's face.

"Yan Shao, don't you think we need to come to a consensus?" Zhu Qianying's tone was just as indifferent.

Yan Shao lifted his brow, "Speak!"

Despite her taller position, Yan Shao's powerful air made that single "Speak" sound like a demand for compliance coming from the superior.

The special assistant at Yan Shao's side was subtly sweating for Zhu Qianying. He shot her a sympathetic look, but surprisingly, Zhu Qianying appeared fearless.

"I really don't understand why you get to decide my role. In fact, this whole thing is a fair deal based on mutual agreement."

"You, Yan Shao, publicly held a selection for a wife. I, Zhu Qianying, passed all the tests and topped the list. Once we're married, you get me, I get your money. It's a fair transaction, an exchange based on mutual needs. Nobody is superior or inferior, right?"

"How does the saying go? You can buy a lot of things with money, but you can't buy youth. By this logic, I'm actually at a loss by marrying you for two hundred million dollars! After all, lost money can be earned again, but lost youth never returns!"