The president loves me

The crystal chandelier reflected charming light on the smooth floor, which hurt Ye Wanqing's eyes. With her eyes slightly shifted, Ye Wanqing saw herself in a nightgown on the French window. At the age of eighteen, this was a young body that had just matured, and it still had a hint of youthfulness, but she used it to make a cheap money transaction. With water dripping down her hair, Ye Wanqing ignored it. In her mind, she came across the scene of herself returning home with a college admission letter three months ago, only to find her mother lying on the ground unconscious. The doctor diagnosed it as acute leukemia and surgery must be performed as soon as possible, otherwise... Ye Wanqing refused to listen and refused to think about the consequences. She wanted to perform surgery on her mother, but the prerequisite for surgery was money. Not to mention the one million surgery fee, she couldn't even afford the current chemotherapy fee. She had vowed never to ask the Ye family for a penny, and she might have borrowed money from everywhere. For her mother, she knelt outside the Ye family for a day and a night. Ye Wanqing never knew that a day and a night could be so long, so long that it could make a person go from hope to despair, from alive to dead, and even freeze the heart. Fortunately, at the most desperate moment, such a high-priced surrogacy opportunity appeared in front of her. As long as she got pregnant, she would pay a down payment of one million, five million for a girl, and ten million for a boy. Ye Wanqing agreed to such a generous reward without even thinking about it. It's just giving birth to a child, after all, she made money, right? Ye Wanqing asked in her heart, wanting to laugh, but her vision was blurred by tears. Just as she was lost in thought, footsteps came from the door, and Ye Wanqing's body froze, her hands clenched tightly, and she didn't know that her nails were embedded in her palms. The door opened the next moment, and through the French window, Ye Wanqing saw a man wearing a silver mask walking in. Slightly looking up, Ye Wanqing could only see his chin. He was wearing an expensive suit, and the mask fit his face very well, revealing only a perfectly curved chin and thin lips. Is this the employer? He looked unexpectedly younger than she thought. The man approached step by step, and Ye Wanqing's body became more and more tense, until the man's hard chest pressed against her back, and her anxious and flustered heart suddenly calmed down. This was her only choice now, and there was no way out. The man lowered his head slightly, his chin touched her neck, and their skins pressed against each other, as if someone was pressing a red-hot iron on Ye Wanqing's heart, making a sizzling sound. The man's hand slipped into the bathrobe, and Ye Wanqing's shoulders trembled. "Are you afraid?" The man's hoarse and sexy voice sounded in her ears, and the heat from his words hit her ears, and an electric current ran from her head to her feet. Ye Wanqing felt a little numb all over her body. "No, no, I'm just a little uncomfortable." Ye Wanqing bit her tongue and tried to speak calmly, but her voice still trembled uncontrollably. "Uncomfortable?" Suppressing the scream in her throat, Ye Wanqing heard the man's teasing voice: "I like honest girls, your heartbeat tells me you are afraid." She reached out and grabbed the man's hand, then turned to meet his condescending eyes. "Isn't it artificial insemination?