The Enemy's Easy To Please!

Chapter 10 [Chou Tzuyu Worths More]

At the studio Nayeon put a plate of hot buns on the coffee table as a bribe for Sana to confess why Sana was going on arranged dates. Sana's confession was postponed because they saw an expensive luxury silver car parked in front of the studio.

The owner of the silver car was Wang Yiren. She walked into the studio and she put a  one million won cheque next to the plate of hot buns. "If you leave Chou Tzuyu this cheque is yours. If he follows me, my grandpa can give him the brightest future."

Sana bit into a hot bun. She didn't care if Wang Yiren misunderstood hers and Tzuyu's relationship. As for the cheque it was petty cash. Her satisfied female clients gave her gifts more valuable than the Wang Yiren's cheque so she felt there was no need to accept such petty cash.

"Looking at you, you seem like someone who is appealing to sugar daddies with an acquired taste. If you leave Tzuyu, I'll introduce you to those men." Yiren said.

Sana felt like she was in a daydream. She was a poor heroine in a romance drama series on TV, and she was forced by a villainess to leave the hero. She didn't know if she was supposed to cry, rip the cheque in half and declare to Yiren - 'I love Tzuyu, I don't need your money, but I'll leave Tzuyu.'

The thought of those words to come out from Sana's mouth, formed a cold sweat at the back of her neck.

Nayeon stood nearby and she was talking on the phone. But Nayeon ndidn't appreciate Wang Yiren's haughty attitude. Nayeon secretly exchanged a look with Sana to see whether Sana wanted Nayeon to deal with Wang Yiren. Sana shook her head and Nayeon continued to talk on the phone.

Sana picked up the calculator on the coffee table and she looked coldly at Yiren. "Is this your best offer for me to leave Chou Tzuyu?"

"Yes. The two of you are just fooling around with each other. At the most it'll last for three years, One million is enough for you to end things with Tzuyu." Yiren said.

"Enough to end things?" Sana asked. She frantically calculated a sum of numbers on the calculator. "Do you know how much Tzuyu earns in a month?"

Yiren looked confusedly at Sana. Sana's eyes shone brightly and she laughed mockingly. "Tzuyu is one of the most sought after cardiothoracic surgeon in the country. He specialises in both lung and heart surgeries. His patients all have severe health complications, think about it how much each of his patient is willing to offer him to operate on them. Would you agree each of his patient would offer him between one million to two million? If on average he performs three surgeries per month that means in a year he'll earn at least three millions and in three years he'll earn close to one billion won." She pushed the calculator in front of Wang Yiren. "His fixed assets aren't shabby either. If I live with him for three years, I'll get to keep half of his assets that's roughly five billions won. Add at least one billion of his income so I'll get six billion won if I end things with him after three years. But you said one million is your best offer. You need to at least offer me more than six billions before I'll consider your offer. When you can afford to give me a six billion won cheque, I promise you I'll strip Chou Tzuyu naked, tie a bow around him and I'll personally deliver him to your bed."

Yiren looked at the figure on the calculator and her complexion paled. She thought if she gave one million to a photographer like Sana was a generous offer. She didn't expect her to rebuff her offer and shamelessly demand more than six billions for her to leave Tzuyu. If she gave Sana such an outrageous cheque she didn't know how she would explain it to her grandpa.

Sana bit into another bun. "Ok, if you have nothing else to say then please leave."

Yiren took a deep breath. "I did a background check on Tzuyu. Since he worked at the hospital he hasn't been in another relationship with a different girl. Put it another way, you just need to disappear and he'll recover his normal senses. Looking at your background, to make someone like you disappear is too easy."

Sana thought her daydream turned from a romance drama series into a gangster TV drama. She spat the hot bun out of her mouth and it landed in the middle of Wang Yiren's chest.

Unfortunately for Wang Yiren, she chose the wrong day to wear a tight white strapless mini dress.

"Ah!" Yiren cried out.

Yiren jumped up and down like a prawn put into a pot of boiling water.

Sana thought Wang Yiren looked pitiful. She was about to pass Yiren a tissue... but she saw two chicken fillets fell on the floor between Wang Yiren's legs.

Sana crouched and she poked at the chicken fillets, which was still warm and soft. She lifted her head and she saw Yiren covered a flat chest.

Sana's eyes focused on Yiren's flat chest and she smiled warmly. "Oh, it appears we're the same species."

The humiliated Yiren glared at Sana, she turned around and she walked to the front door.

"Wait..." Sana said. She took out her phone and she called Tzuyu. "What did you say before? Did you say my relationship with Tzuyu will only last three years?"

Yiren didn't get a chance to reply, because Sana put her phone on speaker. "Mr Alien, how long have we known each other?"

"Twenty-two years." Tzuyu said through the speaker phone.

"Ok." Sana said and she hung up the phone. She looked coldly at Yiren. "Miss, do you want to use our change room... to reattach your chicken fillets?"

Yiren was outraged. She looked at the clock on the wall, it was half an hour since she arrived at the studio. She thought her driver would be back from his stroll, and she could quickly hide in the car without anyone else to see her flat chest.

Yiren straightened her back and she continued to walk to the front door, but Nayeon's loud and clear voice stopped her. "Earlier I saw a man parked a silver car in front of our studio and he left. But he parked in a no stopping zone. Since he left as a law abiding citizen the only option I had left was to call the local council's head office and a tow truck was sent here to take the silver car away."

Yiren was right, her driver did return from his stroll. He stood perplexed in front of the studio, his eyes swept his surroundings but there was no silver car.

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