An Lan frowned and turned around, intending to leave in another route.

Chen Ke blocked her way again, acting like a ruffian. His breath was filled with the smell of alcohol, and his tone was extremely unpleasant. “Where are you going, An Lan? I’m doing you a favor that I stayed here tonight.”

“Thank you.” An LAN smiled faintly. “But I should go back in.”

“Go in for what?” Chen Ke grabbed her delicate wrist, his gaze cold, “Do you think I don’t know what Xu is thinking? Hehe, who does he think he is? He’s just a judge. To put it bluntly, a judge doesn’t have as much money as I do. Look at that crappy car he drives. I drive a Porsche. If you marry me, I’ll give you one too.”

An Lan burst out laughing. “I don’t want a Porsche. How about a Bentley Mushan? It’s only over five million.”

The corner of Chen Ke’s mouth twitched for a moment before he chuckled. He sized her up from head to toe. “You’re worth five million?”

An Lan smiled without saying a word.

Chen Ke’s expression changed, he pointed at her and yelled, “I offer to buy you a Porsche because I think highly of you. To be honest, for a woman like you who’s almost thirty years old, I’m doing you a favor to marry you. Who do you think you are? That’s right, back then, you were the belle of our department. I chased you and you ignored me. But now, if you’re really so good, you should have married long ago. I know women like you. You’re so picky because you want to marry into a rich family, but do you think a rich family would want a woman like you? If you don’t marry me, you won’t meet a good man like me in the future. You’ll end up marrying a divorced man or a bald old man.”

An Lan’s expression remained calm, as if she wasn’t ruffled by his words. “Are you done? Can I leave now?”

She had seen men like Chen Ke before, so no matter how harsh his words were, An Lan did not feel angry. Men like him had been losers for a long time and when they got some money, they thought they were above others. In fact, she did not even care about his small amount of money. She just thought it was below her to talk to him.

“What? You’re not going to say a f*cking word at all?” Not only did Chen Ke not let her leave, he even pulled her closer. “What I said is on the target, right? You can leave if you want to, but humiliated me again and again today. I won’t let you get away with it.”

“Then what do you want?” An Lan was curious how shameless he could be.

“Sleep with me, sleep with me once,” Chen Ke said shamelessly.

An Lan raised her hand and slapped his face.

Chen Ke raised his hand in anger but his arm was grabbed by someone.

Then, he was pulled back forcefully.

Chen Ke felt something hit him hard on his back. He raised his head and faced Xu Baohan’s cold and gloomy face.

“What are you doing?” Chen Ke roared. “The judge wants to hit me.”

Xu Baohan tilted his delicate chin slightly. “The judge is indeed not good at hitting people. We are more suited to talk about the law.”

“What law? Money is the law.” Chen Ke chuckled. “Like me, you’re also interested in An Lan, right? How about this? I’ll have her for the first half of the night and you can have her for the second half. I’ll pay for the room.”

No matter how well-mannered An Lan was, her exquisite face was now filled with anger.

Xu Baohan turned to look at her. “How could you have such a classmate?”

“I’m surprised, too.” An Lan shrugged. “His shamelessness has already surpassed the limit of my tolerance, but he’s probably drunk, and we can’t reason with drunkards.”