"I want to be your master!"
This sentence, when said to a girl, always sounds somewhat ambiguous no matter how you hear it.
She bowed her head, afraid to meet Bai Yan’s gaze.
Bai Yan smiled awkwardly, coughed, and explained seriously, "I didn’t mean that, you misunderstood, I just want to purely be your master..."
Li Xiaoman nodded gently, leaning her head away from Bai Yan, her gentle voice filled with uncontrollable shyness: "I promise you then."
Bai Yan was speechless.
Seeing Li Xiaoman’s shy demeanor, he knew that his explanation was futile, perhaps it was even better not to explain!
Bai Yan snapped his fingers, and a wisp of black energy appeared out of nowhere, slowly forming a pitch-black demon contract, exuding a mysterious aura, and floating down onto the coffee table inside Li Xiaoman.
Ever since he received the inheritance of the Demon Lord, Bai Yan could use the demon contracts for free, and this feeling was really too cool!
Bai Yan smiled, having saved 1000 points of demon energy.
Li Xiaoman widened her beautiful eyes, very surprised by this scene.
"Sign your name on this."
Bai Yan looked at Li Xiaoman and after a brief contemplation, he reassured her: "Don’t worry, I won’t harm you."
Li Xiaoman picked up the demon contract, glanced at it and saw that the words on it were magical, twisting and crawling like tadpoles; was it just her eyes seeing things?
Li Xiaoman, slightly puzzled, picked up a pen from the desk and signed her name in the blank space on the demon contract.
Since she couldn’t understand the words on it anyway, Li Xiaoman trusted Bai Yan unconditionally.
She was willing to give everything to Bai Yan, why would she fear that Bai Yan would harm her?
The demon contract was successfully signed!
The black contract turned into wisps of mist and dissipated, splitting into two streams of black energy, which rushed into Bai Yan and Li Xiaoman’s chests under her astonished gaze.
As the black mist entered her, Li Xiaoman felt a tremble in her soul and information suddenly appeared in her mind.
This information was so unfamiliar, yet so familiar.
Without needing Bai Yan’s explanation, she already knew about demon servants and the Demon Lord, and also understood why Bai Yan had sacrificed those black-clad men before.
Bai Yan looked at Li Xiaoman with a smile, lit a cigarette, and said lightly, "Now I guess I don’t need to explain, right? The answers are all in your mind."
Li Xiaoman said softly, bowing her head; she was still adjusting.
The sudden change in identity made her a bit lost.
When women are confused, they reflexively choose to rely on the man they deeply love.
Li Xiaoman was now, having no initiative, completely relying on Bai Yan’s commands.
"I’ll arrange some things for you to do soon. Take this business card; you can contact this person more often, you might have to work together in the future."
Bai Yan handed Li Xiaoman Jinx’s business card, then pulled out his bank card passed it to her, saying, "This card still has several hundred thousand US dollars, you can use it for now. Once I have more money, I’ll set up a poultry purchasing company, and leave it all to you to manage."
Continuing to run the KTV was out of the question for Li Xiaoman, both in terms of identity and considering what Bai Yan had done today, it was no longer safe.
Getting Li Xiaoman to close down the KTV, gather the funds, and then figure out another company to start, was Bai Yan’s plan.
Even if he didn’t want to sacrifice Li Xiaoman, he wouldn’t just support a useless vase. Like the saying goes, Bai Yan doesn’t need a useless demon servant.
Li Xiaoman said uneasily, "But master, I don’t know how to manage a company."
Bai Yan was stunned for a moment, then smiled, "It’s okay, you can learn while managing, I believe you can do it."
Li Xiaoman stole a glance at Bai Yan, her cheeks lightening up with relief.
The debts from Li Lai Casino were taken over by Bai Yan, lifting her past burdens, making Li Xiaoman deeply grateful to Bai Yan from the bottom of her heart.
It really does feel very warm to have someone to rely on...
"It’s getting late, why don’t you come to my place? I’ll go out to buy some groceries and cook something delicious for you?"
Li Xiaoman looked at the time and said shyly.
Just as Bai Yan was about to agree, he received a text message on his phone, from An Xiaowan.
"Brother Yan, when are you coming back, I’m hungry."
Bai Yan smiled and shook his head, then looked up at Li Xiaoman and said, "I won’t be able to have dinner with you tonight, I’ll talk about it later, I still have some things to take care of first."
Li Xiaoman said somewhat disappointedly.
"Alright, let’s go together, I’ll take you home."
Bai Yan nodded and smiled.
Li Xiaoman quickly nodded, her smile blooming beautifully, feeling blessed to have a moment together with Bai Yan.
She had always liked Bai Yan, and now with the subtle influence of the demonic contract, she was even more reluctant to part with him, wishing she could be with him every minute and second.
Bai Yan changed his clothes, and the two walked downstairs, heading towards the parking lot.
In Mo City, you can’t just park anywhere; you generally have to park in the nearby parking lot.
"Bai Yan, aren’t we taking a taxi back?"
Li Xiaoman looked puzzledly at Bai Yan, blinking, curious about why Bai Yan was leading her towards the nearby parking lot.
Outside, there were occasional passersby, so Li Xiaoman didn’t address Bai Yan as ’master’.
"No worries, I have a car, I’ll drive you back."
Bai Yan said with a smile.
I, a KTV bar owner, don’t even own a car, how can Bai Yan, a student, afford one? Everyone knows that buying a car in Mo City requires full payment upfront!
Li Xiaoman was full of doubts but felt it inappropriate to ask.
She followed Bai Yan all the way to the parking lot, where a variety of cars ranging from the low to high values dazzled her.
She was extremely curious. What kind of car did Bai Yan have?
Li Xiaoman searched among some of the lower-end cars, believing Bai Yan’s car would be among these.
It’s not that Li Xiaoman looked down on Bai Yan, but based on his status as a foreign student living frugally, how could he afford a more expensive luxury car?
But why hasn’t he stopped walking? Are none of these low-end cars his?
Just as Li Xiaoman was puzzled, a commotion suddenly erupted from within the parking lot, with people ahead.
"Look, guys, there’s a luxury car parked here!"
"My God! That’s a Maybach! Such a luxury car!"
"Whose car is this? It’s too extravagant! He could buy such an expensive car!"
A group of white and black car owners gathered around, continuously expressing their astonishment, each face filled with shock and envy.
This black Maybach sat quietly like a discreetly dominant giant beast.
No car dared park within ten meters of it, and other luxury cars would rather crowd with other cars than be close to this Maybach.
Anyone who loves cars can’t help but admire the mighty Maybach.
Li Xiaoman’s gaze withdrew from the Maybach Landaulet. Such a luxury car would typically belong to a person of substantial wealth or a rich powerful business owner, beyond the reach of ordinary wealthy people.
For an ordinary woman bar owner like Li Xiaoman, not to mention a Maybach, any luxury car here was something she could barely dream of owning.
"Bai Yan, how much farther do we have to walk?"
Li Xiaoman asked quietly.
Bai Yan smiled and said, "We’re almost there."
"Look, that’s my car."
Bai Yan smiled, walked briskly towards the Maybach, and said, "Excuse me, guys, please make some space."
"What’s going on! What are you doing!"
"Hey! Buddy, why are you pushing!"
"Want to look at luxury cars? You need to line up, you know!"
"You really have no manners!"
A group of car owners surrounded the Maybach, scrutinizing Bai Yan with disdain in their eyes, his clothes seemed cheap. How could he appreciate a luxury car ?
Do you even deserve to look at this luxury car?
"Could you please make some room?"
Bai Yan was taken aback, spread his hands helplessly, and was very polite.
He didn’t want to dishonor Hua Xia people; maintaining integrity was Bai Yan’s basic principle.
"Why should we make way for you?"
A white woman car owner, continuously taking pictures of the Maybach with her phone, suddenly turned around, looked at Bai Yan with mocking disdain, and coldly said, "Do you think this car is for just anyone to appreciate? What if you can’t control yourself and damage it? Look at what you’re wearing; even selling you wouldn’t cover the costs!"
"Hey, buddy! If the owner of this Maybach found out, he’d probably think your gaze alone would dirty his car!"
A black driver suddenly spoke, looking at Bai Yan with amusement.
The words of the black driver and the white female car owner made the surrounding people laugh loudly, each looking at Bai Yan with derision, disdain, and pity.
It was rare to encounter a luxury car, and none of them wanted someone overstepping their place.
Don’t expect too much civility from foreigners; after all, every place has its scoundrels and rogues.
In Mo City, there was no shortage of people who looked down on others.