C6 Is 2000 Yuan Enough?

Jee Cheng'an stood there, seemingly a bit puzzled by what Jiang Nuan meant. Just as Jiang Nuan was about to bolt from the awkwardness, Jee Cheng'an chuckled softly, "Alright."

Hearing his response, Jiang Nuan was momentarily stunned. She looked up at him, "So... how am I supposed to take responsibility?" She appeared completely bewildered, as if she hadn't just offered to take responsibility herself.

Seeing her like this, Jee Cheng'an felt unexpectedly cheerful. "What do you think?" he teased, leaning in as if he was about to pull back her blanket.

Jiang Nuan jumped in surprise, instinctively pulling the blanket tightly around her, stammering nervously.

"Me? I... I could give you money?" Jiang Nuan managed to say with great difficulty. Although she hadn't been working long, her pay as a martial arts instructor was quite decent. Thinking this over, she added, "How about two hundred dollars?"

Jee Cheng'an looked at her earnest expression, suppressing a laugh. After pretending to think seriously, he replied, "Not enough!"

"Then how much do you want? Two hundred is a lot already, you can't be so greedy!" Jiang Nuan was a bit anxious when her best offer was rejected, and in her flustered state, she leaned in closer, forgetting her embarrassment.

"The bed you slept on is custom-made, the kind you'd find in a five-star hotel room that usually costs a small fortune per night. You came back in my car last night, and your motorcycle scraped off my side mirror. There are scratches on the body that need a full repaint, and..." Jee Cheng'an started listing everything.

Jiang Nuan, who had been sitting on the bed feeling justified, started to get overwhelmed as he continued. She quickly interrupted, "Stop—just tell me how much you want!" She thought to herself, maybe she was just unlucky today. After all, she was the one who suffered the most damage, right?

"I'm not short on money," Jee Cheng'an replied with a slightly infuriating smile.

Jiang Nuan felt her fists clench involuntarily. If she hadn't been holding back, who knows how colorful that handsome face might have become. "Then what do you want?"

Seeing her puffed-up expression, Jee Cheng'an felt completely at ease. "Let me think about it. After all, I'm the one owed here." With that, he gracefully stood up from the bed, picked up the hangover soup from the nightstand, spun the tray around his fingers a few times, and then turned to Jiang Nuan, saying, "Come down for breakfast," before striding out of the room.

Jiang Nuan watched him walk away, took a deep breath, and got out of bed. As soon as her feet hit the floor, she felt weak and ended up kneeling. "Jerk! Just because you have a handsome face doesn't mean you're not a scumbag!" she muttered, rubbing her sore back.

It felt like she'd been in a brawl with a dozen people—her whole body ached, even her head. After finally managing to freshen up, Jiang Nuan caught a whiff of herself in the bathroom and wrinkled her nose in disgust. Looking around, she noticed a set of clean clothes on the bed. Ignoring the fact that she was in someone else's house, she showered and changed. Only then did she realize the men's shirt and pants were way too big for her.

Grabbing a pair of scissors, she snipped the shirt shorter, tying the front pieces around her waist. The pants had an elastic waistband, so they fit, but they were too long. A few more snips, and they were transformed into shorts. Satisfied with her handiwork, Jiang Nuan nodded at her reflection in the mirror before heading out the door.

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