Then, she directly pushed the man pressing down on her away. Putting distance between them. She spoke, "President Pei, I'm here to clean!" With that, she turned and went upstairs, starting to clean just as she had originally intended. On the sofa, Pei Shaozhe, drenched by a glass of cold water, lounged sideways, his robe slightly loose, looking exceptionally seductive. But the cold aura emanating from him, impossible to ignore, seeped into the surrounding air. Listening to the sounds of Su Banxia cleaning upstairs, he furrowed his brow tightly. This woman, really... The coldness in his dark eyes grew even sharper. Su Banxia cleaned upstairs, then went through every area that needed cleaning. Pei Shaozhe, sitting downstairs, hadn't spoken a word, and she couldn't tell if he had fallen asleep. After finishing all the cleaning, Su Banxia came downstairs and looked at the man lying on the sofa. His brows were slightly furrowed, his eyes closed. It seemed he was asleep. She went to the bedroom, grabbed a thin blanket, and walked over to him, trying to cover him with it. But before her hand could touch him, her wrist was suddenly grabbed. Looking up, she met Pei Shaozhe's icy black eyes. "What are you doing?" Su Banxia froze for a moment. "Covering you with a blanket!" Pei Shaozhe shook off her hand, sat up straight, and fixed his gaze on her, scanning the room before speaking. "Finished cleaning?" Su Banxia nodded, glanced at the time, and said, "President Pei, it's getting late. I need to head back." Pei Shaozhe didn't respond, just stared at her. Su Banxia had no idea what he wanted, so she waited for his answer. After a long pause, Pei Shaozhe spoke. "Do you know the relationship between a betrayer and the betrayed?" Su Banxia frowned, her guard rising. "Passive and active." "Heh..." Pei Shaozhe let out a faint laugh. "And what about between you and me?" Su Banxia felt that their conversation had moved beyond probing—he now fully regarded her as a corporate spy. "President Pei, if you trust someone, don't doubt them; if you doubt them, don't use them. Since you decided to let me stay at Dingsheng, you shouldn't keep suspecting me." This man's paranoia was more terrifying than she had imagined. She looked at him and spoke. Pei Shaozhe tilted his head slightly, his gaze landing on Su Banxia. "I didn't plan to use you. Choosing to stay at Dingsheng was your own decision. And I've said it before—if you stay at Dingsheng, it's as my woman." Su Banxia didn't know how to respond. At that moment, she wanted nothing more than to leave Dingsheng, but... she still had unfinished business! Glancing at the clock on the wall, she shifted the topic. "President Pei, it's late. I..." "Stay here tonight." Pei Shaozhe spoke, then stood up and headed upstairs. "Since you've made your choice, you should do what you're supposed to do." Stay here? Do what she's supposed to do? Su Banxia's brows knitted tightly as she suppressed her anger. "President Pei, I'm your secretary, not your mistress. If you need one, I can call someone for you." "Secretary?" Pei Shaozhe turned to face her. "I thought you'd already made your choice, tacitly agreeing to be my... mistress." "President Pei, you're mistaken." Su Banxia decided that continuing this conversation might drive her to strangle him, so she said, "President Pei, I have things to do at home. I'll be going now." With that, she turned to leave. But Pei Shaozhe blocked her path, his expression dark. "You bought one night of mine for two hundred. For fairness, can I buy one night of yours for two hundred?" Su Banxia looked at him. What did he mean by this? Bringing up old scores? "President Pei, are you planning to settle old accounts?" "Two hundred too little? You think it's beneath you?" Pei Shaozhe answered her question with another, continuing, "Fair enough. Six years have passed, currency appreciates. How about two thousand?" Su Banxia stared at him, anger and some inexplicable emotions surging within her. After a long moment, she suddenly grinned, putting on a bold front. "Two hundred turning into two thousand—I guess I'm the one coming out ahead." She stepped closer to him, smiling faintly. "President Pei, when you usually go out and hire someone, how much do you pay for a night? Two thousand? That can't be right. A wealthy man like you is always generous—at least twenty thousand, right?" As she spoke, she moved closer step by step, still smiling. "How about you give me twenty thousand? After all, I'm someone you specifically took a liking to. Twenty thousand isn't a big deal to you. I remember last time we were together, you didn't pay me." She leaned in, pressing her body against his, and continued, "Besides, that night you really did a number on me. Why don't we settle the score once and for all? If you want it again in the future, we can work together, can't we?" She lowered herself, degrading herself like a prostitute. The coldness on Pei Shaozhe's face grew more intense. Suddenly, he shoved Su Banxia onto the sofa. Then he straddled her, his large hand gripping her throat, squeezing tightly, his voice icy and menacing. "Work together? I'm curious—how many men have you 'worked with' before? Hmm?" Su Banxia, with his hand around her neck, knew he was angry and decided to stop holding back her own fury. She let out a cold, mocking laugh. "President Pei seems quite interested in my private life. But what does my private life have to do with you?" Meeting his dark eyes, she directly provoked him. "Are you trying to gauge my skills, or... hmm?" "Rip..." Pei Shaozhe grabbed the hem of her dress and yanked hard, tearing it apart. Overwhelmed by a surge of rage, he pressed down on her, disregarding her feelings entirely. Su Banxia's tears welled up from the pain. But she bit her lip hard, refusing to speak, scream, or struggle. After a moment, however, Pei Shaozhe stopped. He looked down at her, taking in the disgust and revulsion on her face. His chest suddenly felt as if a blade of ice had pierced it, the pain suffocating. His voice turned cold. "Get out." With that, he went straight upstairs and into the bedroom. Su Banxia lay on the sofa, her heart filled with grievance and pain. This man had humiliated her over and over again. Enduring the faint ache below, she got up from the sofa. Her clothes were torn, leaving her in a mess. But at that moment, she couldn't care less. Grabbing her bag, she couldn't wait to leave the villa. "Wait." The man upstairs spoke. Su Banxia didn't turn to look at him, only stopped in her tracks. The sound of footsteps behind her grew closer. She had no idea what he wanted, so she just waited quietly. Then, out of nowhere, warmth fell on her shoulder, and something was pressed into her hand. Su Banxia looked down—it was a car key. Pei Shaozhe had given her clothes and a car key. Hah, now that was a rarity. "The car's outside. Consider it payment for your services tonight. Get lost." After saying that, Pei Shaozhe left. Su Banxia stared at the car key in her hand, fighting the urge to laugh. Was this treatment even worse than what a common prostitute would get? At least they wouldn't be humiliated like this, would they?