chapter 19

In the evening, Song Yan took me home.

As soon as we got back, I punched him in the chest. “Are you messing with me?”

“Ouch…” Song Yan rubbed his chest. “How am I messing with you? Didn’t you want to take care of the Postpartum Confinement? I brought you there. What’s the problem?”

“You knew I thought that was your…”

“My what?” Song Yan lowered his gaze, grabbed my waist, and pulled me closer. “Girlfriend? Aren’t you my Girlfriend?”

“You knew I misunderstood, and you didn’t even explain?”

“Yu Sisi, you have such a big heart. You’re even willing to take care of the Postpartum Confinement for a Mistress. What else could you misunderstand? Besides, when I went to explain, didn’t you already have a Senior?”

“…Forget it, you’re the boss. I won’t argue with you.” I pushed him away, annoyed.

Song Yan grabbed my wrist and pulled me back to his side.

“Yu Sisi, I don’t want to be your boss anymore.”

“Are you firing me?”

“I’ll trade my entire fortune for a Marriage Certificate with you. How about it?”

“Dream on. How much fortune can a student have?”

I blurted out what was on my mind.

Song Yan laughed in exasperation. “Anyway, with two hundred thousand a month, I could be your boss for twenty or thirty years. What? Your standards have gone up?”

Thinking about the bank balance with countless zeros, I swallowed hard.

But I stopped myself in time.

“No, it’s too fast. I haven’t graduated yet, haven’t started working. Maybe in the future, I’ll have more money than you, and I’ll be able to pay two hundred thousand a month to hire a college student as my Boyfriend.”

“Don’t even think about it.” Song Yan lowered his head, pressed his forehead to mine, his eyes deep. “Then I want the status of Boyfriend.”

His intense gaze made me uncomfortable, so I looked away. “Aren’t you already my Boyfriend?”

“Not just in name.” Song Yan leaned in closer, his lips brushing my nose. “I want it in the real sense. Like this-”

A warm sensation fell on me, and my mind went blank.

I don’t know how long it took before I regained my senses.

“Song Yan, don’t you hate that I’m Materialistic?”

“I wish you were even more Materialistic. That way, when I offer my fortune for a Marriage Certificate, you won’t refuse.”

“Then… shall we give it a try first?”

Song Yan curled his lips. “Alright, let’s continue.”

“Mmm…”