C2 What Price Would She be Willing to Pay

She didn't know Mo Shaobai, nor did she know why Mo Shaobai wanted to help her.

However, since he was willing to help her before even meeting her, he definitely wouldn't have helped her for free. There was no such thing as a free lunch in this world.

Xia Bu took a long, serious bath before changing back into the clothes she had worn before entering the detention center. It was a thin dress from four months ago.

It's almost a month now.

The free sky was not sunny. At dusk, the sky was overcast with snow.

Xia Bu walked out the door of the detention center, shivering with cold.

A dark blue Bentley was parked outside. Uncle Wen, who was wearing a suit, walked up to Xia Bu when he saw her.

"Miss Xia, our teacher invites you." Uncle Wen said politely.

"Alright."

Clearly, this was Mo Shaobai's man.

Xia Bu didn't say anything. Uncle Wen opened the car door and she quietly sat inside.

"I'm Uncle Wen. Miss Xia, if you need anything from me in the future, please."

"Thank you."

There was nothing to say on the way.

By the time he reached the Mo Mansion at the edge of the Jiangcheng s, the sky was already dark.

Tonight's Mo Mansion was extremely lively.

When Uncle Wen and Xia Bu walked in front of the many famous young mistresses, it caused quite a commotion.

Compared with their brilliance, Xia Bu's clothes were shabby and plain, without any makeup.

Inside, there were people who knew her, while there were also people who were discussing her in hushed tones.

"Is she fit for the party tonight?"

"That's right, even if her family didn't collapse, they still wouldn't be able to match up to this circle."

"What do you know? This is what a toad wants to eat!"

Xia Bu acted as if she didn't hear him.

What others say is the freedom of others.

"Miss Xia, please!" Taking the elevator to the top floor of the skyscraper, Uncle Wen opened a room's door.

Inside the room, without any lights on, a man sat on a sofa in a dark room.

Xia Bu walked in. The door closed behind her.

The window was still open, and Xia Bu shivered as the wind blew in.

This darkness, this coldness, for some reason, gave him a familiar feeling. However, she couldn't recall where she had met him.

He even remembered the smell of the incense in the room.

No, she must not have been here.

Xia Bu got rid of these thoughts as she walked to a spot not far from the sofa and whispered, "Mr. Mo, how can I thank you?"

"What do you think?" The man's voice was magnetic and gentle, like the wind in the room.

"I have nothing but myself now."

"Then come here and let me see — you're not worth it."

Xia Bu was not shy. She had already thought it through while she was in the car.

She needed his support to help her regain what she had lost.

Xia Bu took two more steps, and the man reached out with his strong arms to take her into his arms.

Then he measured her three sides with his hand.

"Ordinary figure."

He concluded.

Her figure was not ordinary. The people who had chased after her for her face and figure were like carp that had gone through the river. Of course, he might have come into contact with too many people who were hotter than her, or he might have preferred heavy tastes.

"It seems like I can only owe you a favor. Goodbye."

After saying that, she prepared to leave, but his large hands suddenly wrapped around her waist, "Who allowed you to leave?"

"Didn't Mr. Mo not take a fancy to it?"

"Is it that easy to give up? "It seems like you don't have much of a desire for revenge."

How could she not be anxious?

"Go take a bath!" Mo Shaobai ordered.

"Alright."

Xia Bu groped her way through the darkness to the washroom. There was no hot water, only cold water.

After running for a while, the lights suddenly lit up and the door opened. Xia Bu wiped the water droplets off her face and saw a man in a nightgown walk in …