She Gives Too Much (GL) - Chapter 8

Young Miss Li had skipped grades since childhood and taken over the Li Clan at a young age.

She had negotiated deals worth billions of yuan countless times, but never before had someone blocked her mouth to prevent her from speaking.

Chen Xi’s gentle tone was relentlessly aggressive, each word carrying a barb.

Li Zhi leaned back in her chair, arms crossed, watching her silently, waiting for her to calm down.

I thought she was just a tamed fox, but she still has claws.

“That’s not what I meant,” Li Zhi said, softening her voice, sensing she might have hurt Chen Xi’s pride.

Chen Xi always responded better to kindness than aggression. When someone spoke to her gently, she couldn’t bring herself to lash out.

“Then what did you mean?” Chen Xi sat back down, slowly wiping her fingers with a tissue. Her thick, curled lashes lowered, making her look displeased.

“It’s not like I’m forcing you to sleep with me every night. We’d just meet when we both feel the need.”

Li Zhi’s expression was a little awkward. She picked up her milk and took a sip before continuing, “It’s not just me who would benefit from this.”

Chen Xi blinked, looking up at Li Zhi with suspicion. “How do you know about my family situation?”

And why would you give me money even if you did?

“I had a brief chat with your mentor this morning while you were out.”

Li Zhi set down her cup, crossed her legs, and clasped her hands in her lap, adopting her usual composed posture for serious conversations.

“You’re free to decline, of course. The choice is yours.”

If Chen Xi accepted, she’d have a sugar daddy who would both sleep with her and pay her.

If she refused, she’d get neither.

What a tough decision! Ha ha ha ha ha!

What else could Chen Xi do? Naturally, she’d choose the pleasures of adulthood.

“How much would you give me each month?” Chen Xi’s eyes lit up, dollar signs practically flashing in her pupils.

Li Zhi breathed a sigh of relief inwardly.

“Two hundred thousand yuan. I’ll cover our usual expenses when we’re together. If you want more, it depends on your performance. There’s no upper limit.”

For a graduate student, this was a reasonable sum—not particularly high, but certainly not low.

Chen Xi silently picked up a nearly cold chicken wing and took a bite.

The flavor seemed to have returned.

“During the course of our relationship, you are not to have any other romantic partners. If I discover otherwise, the relationship will be terminated.”

Li Zhi began laying down the ground rules.

“If you develop feelings for someone else, you can end our arrangement at any time. As I said, the decision rests entirely with you.”

“But there’s one condition: our relationship must remain strictly confidential. In public, we must act as if we don’t know each other.”

Chen Xi completely understood the final condition. As the Young Miss of the Li Clan, Li Zhi’s private reputation could directly impact the company’s stock market fluctuations.

At least some matters had to be handled discreetly.

Chen Xi raised her hand, questioning the second rule. “What if you have other romantic partners?”

Her gaze was earnest. “Being kept is fine, but being the other woman is not.”

After all, a consensual arrangement could be spun as a past relationship once she became famous, but being the “other woman” crossed a moral line that couldn’t be excused.

Li Zhi gave her a long, thoughtful look before lowering her eyes, a faint smile playing on her lips. “A bit wild, perhaps, but your character isn’t bad.”

Chen Xi took the Young Miss’s words as a compliment, her eyes curving into crescents and her voice sweet as honey.

“Thank you for the compliment, rich sister~”

“I’ll draft a formal contract for you later,” Li Zhi said, pressing her lips together before continuing. “This isn’t just for fun.”

Li Zhi preferred to handle matters professionally. Chen Xi nodded in understanding, completely missing the deeper implications in her words.

After finishing their meal, they exchanged contact information. Chen Xi sent Li Zhi her bank account number.

Thinking about the two hundred thousand yuan she was about to receive, Chen Xi sat cross-legged on the sofa and started browsing new designer bags.

Looks like I’ll be bringing another little one home soon.

She narrowed her eyes in contentment, looking like a well-fed fox.

Li Zhi emerged from the shower to take her turn.

Chen Xi ran her hands down her body from head to toe, winking her right eye in a playful invitation. “Rich woman, look at me. You’re really not up for a couples’ shower?”

Li Zhi was silent.

When Chen Xi emerged from the bathroom, her hair wrapped in a towel, Li Zhi was still on the sofa, absorbed in work.

Few CEOs have it easy, especially when Li Zhi was only a few years older than Chen Xi.

Chen Xi leaned against the wall, rubbing her hair with a fluffy towel, and glanced at Li Zhi.

Li Zhi looked utterly focused, her shoulder-length hair still damp, drops of water soaking half her shoulder.

You can’t just take someone’s money and do nothing.

Chen Xi wrapped her hair up, found the hairdryer, and stood beside Li Zhi, gently drying her hair.

Li Zhi was startled and looked up at Chen Xi.

Chen Xi smiled down at her. “I can’t just let my sugar mama work while I lounge around, can I?”

“Thank you,” Li Zhi said, relieved. Finally, she was experiencing the perks of being a sugar mama.

Chen Xi’s fingers moved gently through Li Zhi’s hair. The Young Miss must have been born with it; her hair felt as smooth as silk.

When Chen Xi ran her fingers through Li Zhi’s hair, strands slipped through the gaps between her fingers.

After drying Li Zhi’s hair, Chen Xi sat beside her and began drying her own.

Li Zhi, ever considerate, didn’t want to disturb Chen Xi while she was busy. She picked up her phone to check for recent casting calls, willing to take any role—extra, audience member—as long as she got screen time.

Chen Xi didn’t know when she fell asleep, let alone when Li Zhi lay down beside her.

They slept until morning. After breakfast, Li Zhi drove Chen Xi back to school.

Worried her car might spark rumors, the Young Miss thoughtfully parked several hundred meters from the campus.

Chen Xi stared blankly at the long stretch of road ahead. She almost asked Li Zhi to drop her off closer, but remembering the Young Miss might be in a hurry, she kept quiet.

This is what they mean by being indebted to someone, she thought.

By the time Chen Xi reached her dorm, it was only eight in the morning.

Xiao Xiao was already up and getting ready. As a first-year graduate student, she had more classes than the second-years.

“Qian Qian’s back!”

Xiao Xiao’s naturally curly hair, still unbound, exploded around her head like a chicken coop ravaged by firecrackers.

Yan Tuo yanked back the curtains with a whoosh and leaned down to glare at Chen Xi. “Where did you sleep? Do you even remember you have a home?”

“Exactly! Confess and you’ll be spared, resist and you’ll be punished!” Xiao Xiao chimed in, clearly having rehearsed this with Yan Tuo the night before.

Chen Xi calmly gathered her hair into a bun, her eyes flicking upward at the corners. “Do you still want to hear the details?”

Of course they did. They’d been dying of curiosity all night.

“Sisters, I met a rich woman. She took pity on my ‘poor’ family and wants to be my sugar mama.”

Xiao Xiao instinctively glanced at the designer bags in Chen Xi’s closet.

Poor family?

Chen Xi had always worked part-time to earn money, and there was a time when she’d stretched every yuan until it snapped. But calling her family poor now felt like a nostalgic exaggeration.

“Which rich woman is blind enough to think you’re poor?” Yan Tuo asked, puzzled. “It’s not just that she’s blind to your looks. How did she even get the idea you’re poor?”

Chen Xi was curious about that too.

But if she admitted she wasn’t poor, the Young Miss—with her businesslike, no-nonsense attitude and insistence on drawing up contracts even for sugar relationships—would definitely dump her.

This morning, when Chen Xi went to get soy milk near school, Li Zhi unexpectedly pulled out a hundred-yuan bill from her wallet and handed it to her.

Chen Xi had already opened her payment app, but she reluctantly closed it.

As she paid with the cash, Chen Xi couldn’t help but glance at Li Zhi’s expression.

The Young Miss’s serene expression revealed little emotion, yet Chen Xi inexplicably sensed she was in a good mood.

Too much money? Does she need someone to help spend it?

The joys of being a rich woman are beyond my imagination.

Chen Xi checked her reflection in the mirror, turning her head from side to side. “Maybe she’s drawn to my pure and simple soul, my understated elegance?”

“……”

“Don’t worry, you lack both of those qualities.”

Yan Tuo lowered her gaze to Chen Xi sitting below, her sharp eyes spotting the key detail.

“I think it’s because of your outfit, especially your shoes.”

Today was a school event, and as a student representative, Chen Xi couldn’t possibly wear Chanel.

Her simple dress paired with slightly faded white sneakers—worn for two years—gave her the look of a pure, impoverished little white flower.

“The capitalist’s ‘redemption’ game? You actually agreed?”

“I never intended to agree in the first place.”

Would she really sell herself for a few bucks?

Chen Xi’s phone buzzed—a bank transfer of two hundred thousand yuan had arrived.

Combined with her existing balance, she now had three million two hundred ninety thousand eight hundred yuan.

Qian Qian sighed. “It’s just… she offered so much.”

Xiao Xiao might not fully understand Chen Xi, but Yan Tuo knew her all too well.

“Are you sure it’s just about the money? Or is there something else?”

How can you drive down every shady road?

Chen Xi shot her a sidelong glance.

Xiao Xiao, struggling to keep up with their high-speed banter, chimed in, “I think it’s great! The Young Miss is gorgeous, and even though she’s cold, she’s pretty generous.”

Yan Tuo was astonished. “What dangerous ideas are you harboring? You’re even finding sweetness in being kept as a mistress?”

“What’s wrong with being kept? Who wouldn’t want to snuggle up with a young, rich, beautiful, soft, and fragrant older woman?”

Otherwise, there wouldn’t be so many:

The rich woman looked at me, and I just don’t feel like trying anymore.

Xiao Xiao countered with a smile, “I think it’s great.”

“Qian Qian, don’t feel pressured.”

Xiao Xiao had joined the dorm later. She only knew Chen Xi’s family was wealthy because Chen Xi loved buying designer bags, and her clothes, perfumes, and cosmetics were all top-tier.

As for Yan Tuo, Xiao Xiao hadn’t really asked much about her.

Yan Tuo and Chen Xi were like two extremes. For Yan Tuo, comfort was all that mattered in clothing; she didn’t even bother with makeup, and she’d never bought a designer bag or perfume.

Yan Tuo, who had already settled down to sleep, suddenly sat bolt upright, sensing this might be her chance.

Chen Xi didn’t care much about what others thought. A woman aiming to become a star couldn’t live her life dictated by gossip.

Besides, cuddling with the Young Miss was genuinely delightful. She just needed to maintain her “poor girl” persona and keep her wallet hidden.

No choice, she sighed. The rich woman wants to play the savior.

I haven’t even entered the entertainment industry yet, and I’m already being tested on my acting skills. Life is truly hard, Qian Qian sighed.

After lamenting, Chen Xi removed her makeup and crawled into bed for a nap.

The “Part-Time Job Group” hadn’t offered any decent gigs lately, and her mentor was pressuring her about her thesis.

Chen Xi counted on her fingers: it had been three days and four hours since she last parted ways with the Young Miss at the hotel.

She was going bald from writing her thesis and desperately craved some fun.

Plus, the seven-day National Day holiday was just around the corner. If she didn’t book a hotel in advance, she’d miss out.

Li Corporation, CEO’s Office

During a meeting, Li Zhi’s phone vibrated. She picked it up and glanced down.

The contact labeled “Chen Xi” had sent a screenshot confirming a hotel reservation.

The date was tonight.

Your little darling is waiting for you~

Li Zhi pressed the power button on her phone, her ears burning. She couldn’t remember a single thing from the rest of the meeting.

President Li pinched the bridge of her nose, regretting her actions. She asked her assistant to read the meeting minutes aloud.

Who exactly is the sugar daddy here, waiting to be served?

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