novelraw Chapter 095 Contract
Chapter 095 Contract
The office was deathly silent, almost suffocating.
Jiang Ci released his grip on Wen Ning's arm.
As the force dissipated, Wen Ning staggered and almost lost his balance.
A ring of red finger marks remained on his arm where he had grabbed it, standing out starkly against his pale skin.
Jiang Ci didn't look at her hand.
He turned around and walked to his desk.
Open the drawer.
He took out a pre-printed document, the edges of which were even somewhat sharp.
"Splash—"
He raised his hand.
The document was slammed onto the marble coffee table in front of Wen Ning with a whoosh.
"Take a look."
Jiang Ci leaned against the edge of the desk, arms crossed.
His posture was languid, but his eyes were as cold as if he were looking at a death row inmate.
Wen Ning steadied himself.
She walked over and picked up the document with trembling hands.
The cover had several large, bold characters:
[Personal Life Assistant Employment Agreement]
She turned to the first page.
My gaze swept over the densely packed clauses.
The more I look, the colder my heart becomes.
This is not an employment contract.
This is a contract of servitude.
Clause 1: [Party B (Wen Ning) must be available 24 hours a day and shall not refuse to answer Party A's (Jiang Ci's) calls for any reason.]
Clause Two: [Party B shall unconditionally comply with all living arrangements made by Party A, including but not limited to residence, meals, and itinerary.]
Clause Three: [During the contract period, Party B shall not have any non-work-related contact with any person of the opposite sex, especially personnel related to the Zhou Group.]
……
Besides.
There are also huge penalties for breach of contract.
And... that "salary" that's enough to fill the Zhou family's current interest deficit.
"Personal assistant?"
Wen Ning raised her head, her voice trembling slightly.
"President Jiang... Limitless doesn't seem to need any assistants."
Those elite assistants at the entrance, any one of them would be a hundred times better than her.
"It's not lacking."
Jiang Ci gave a cold laugh.
He strode forward, approaching her step by step.
"But I lack an obedient, readily available 'object' that I can use for amusement."
He emphasized the word "object".
That was a trampling of her dignity.
"Wouldn't you do anything for money?"
"Didn't you risk your knees for Zhou Xu?"
He reached out, picked up a strand of Wen Ning's hair with his index finger, and played with it on his fingertip.
He said casually:
"In that case, what difference does it make who we sell to?"
"Selling to me, your 'ex' whom you know inside and out, is much better than you going out and hanging out with those fat, greasy bosses, right?"
Wen Ning's face turned bright red.
Shame burned through her nerves like fire.
What did he take her for?
What do you consider this job to be?
"I don't sell myself."
Wen Ning gritted her teeth and looked at him stubbornly.
"You're overthinking it."
Jiang Ci loosened her hair, his eyes full of disdain.
"I'm not interested in your body."
"You think I still find something I was tired of three years ago interesting?"
These words were more hurtful than all the previous insults.
Wen Ning felt as if her heart had been pierced by needles.
"This contract only buys your time and your dignity."
Jiang Ci pointed to the signature section at the end of the document.
"Sign it."
"I will pay the interest the Zhou family owes the bank."
"I will have someone break the blockade that Limitless has placed on the Zhou family."
"If you don't sign..."
He glanced at his watch.
The tone was casual and understated.
"In half an hour, the bank's legal team will formally file a lawsuit against Zhou Xu. Fraud could carry a sentence of up to ten years."
ten years.
Wen Ning's hand suddenly trembled.
The document almost fell to the ground.
She had no way out.
Jiang Ci blocked all the roads except for this thorny path leading to him.
She looked at the man in front of her.
This boy who once cherished her and was afraid she would melt in his hands.
Now, he has used money and power to weave a cage to lock her in.
This is revenge.
Too……
Wen Ning looked into the deep, crazed obsession in his eyes.
It's also a kind of perverse attempt to retain someone.
"it is good."
Wen Ning picked up the pen on the table.
"I'll sign."
She bent down.
In the "Party B" column, he carefully wrote his name.
Wen Ning.
The pen tip cut through the paper.
It makes a rustling sound.
It sounded like the sound of some kind of fate being locked away.
The final stroke was made.
Wen Ning straightened up and handed him the document.
"President Jiang, are you satisfied?"
Jiang Ci took the document.
He looked at that familiar signature.
There was no pleasure as I had imagined.
Instead, I felt an emptiness in my heart, like a bottomless pit that could never be filled.
He casually tossed the document back onto the table.
I didn't even glance at it.
"Tomorrow morning at eight o'clock."
He turned away and stopped looking at her.
His voice regained its usual cold, businesslike quality.
"Report to the company."
"Remember the contract terms."
"One minute late, 100,000 yuan deducted."
"Deduct it from your salary."
Wen Ning watched his indifferent back.
"understood."
She turned around.
Dragging my leaden legs, I walked out of the suffocating office.
The moment the door closed.
Wen Ning leaned against the wall and let out a long sigh.
Yeah.
Even as a means of atonement.
Even if it means being humiliated or tortured.
At least……
She went back to him.
Even if we meet in hell.
It is better than the longing of being separated by distance.
……
Inside the office.
Jiang Ci listened as the footsteps outside the door faded into the distance.
He walked to the floor-to-ceiling window.
Looking out the window at the city lights gradually coming on.
His expressionless face was reflected in the glass.
Only he himself knows.
The moment I saw her sign it.
His hands were shaking.
"Wen Ning".
He murmured softly.
My fingers pressed against the cold glass, as if trying to grasp something ethereal and intangible.
"This time."
"You'll never escape my grasp again."