In my mind, I switched gears from a concerned customer to a marketer, and curiosity sparked. “What if we went all the way?”


    He smirked slightly. “If you want to sleep with me, that’ll be 6,000 dors per session.”


    I raised my eyebrows. “How many of these jobs do you do a year? You must be making a lot of money.”


    His expression didn’t falter. “Not too many, to be honest. My main focus is still finding apatible partner for a real rtionship.”


    I almostughed out loud. Compatible?


    He was clearly hoping to find someone just like him-someone who made money this way.


    “Are you sure you’re only interested in being rented out, or would you consider actually dating me?” he asked again, sensing my hesitation.


    I stayed silent, stirring my coffee. He took a sip of his own and leaned in a bit closer. “Most smart women would choose to date. No need to pay if we hit it off-if it doesn’t work out, we can break up, no harm done.”


    I chuckled, stirring my coffee more vigorously. “If everyone’s doing it, wouldn’t that mean you’re kind of losing out?”


    “Not everyone gets these opportunities. If the other person has certain requirements, I’ll weigh their offer and see if it’s worth it,” he exined. I understood the implication.


    He was sizing me up, seeing if I was worth the investment-or rather, the opportunity to “test the waters” at zero cost.


    “Do you offer any VIP discounts for these services?” I asked casually, though the prices he listed were steep.


    It cost 60 dors just to hold his hand. If I had rented him to go with me to the Dolton family, I would’ve definitely had to y it up in front of Alvin.


    “No discounts,” he replied immediately. “No negotiations.”


    I nodded slowly. “I understand everything now. I’ll think it over and let you know. Meanwhile, feel free to continue taking other clients. If someone else is a better fit, I’ll cancel this order.”


    As I said this, I realized this wasn’t a blind date-it was a business transaction.


    He leaned in, his gaze serious. “I genuinely want to work with you.”


    “Your terms are reasonable, but I’d like to meet a few more people first. You know, select the best option,” I said, channeling my inner negotiation expert.


    “Alright. I’ll wait for your call,” he said, smiling as he waved for the waiter.


    “Check, and add thisdy’s order to mine,” he said, in full gentleman mode.


    I politely declined. “No need, we’ll go Dutch.”


    He didn’t argue and gave me a nod and a smile as he left.


    I sat there for a moment, feeling oddly satisfied. Then, I left the café,


    Jasmine was workingte, so I couldn’t go to her ce. Instead, I grabbed a quick bite, wandered around the night market, and picked up some quirky little items. By the time I got home, it was already close to 11.


    The night felt heavier than usual-maybe it was the looming rain-but it was an unusually cold evening. As I stepped out of the car, a chill swept over me. I instinctively pulled my cor tighter, and then I felt it. Someone was watching me.


    I quickly nced around, but there was no one there.


    I brushed it off as my imagination, but the unease lingered. I quickened my pace, heading straight for the building.


    But as soon as I reached the second floor, I felt it again-the sound of footsteps following me.


    And of course, tonight, the hallway lights were out.


    I felt my scalp prickle as I hurried up the stairs, but the sound of the footsteps grew closer, too close-like someone was right behind me.


    I gripped my bag tightly, then slipped my car keys into my hand, ready to use them if necessary. If anyone was nning to hurt me, I would aim for their eyes, no hesitation.


    Just then, I paused on the stairs. The footsteps behind me stopped too.


    I took a deep breath and turned around, my voice trembling as I whispered, “Who’s there?”


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