Villain: Without morals, you can’t be manipulated!

Chapter 4 Capitalist Qi Lin: Reducing Wang Siling to Tears

“You kissed me, so now you owe me nothing. Open the door. I want to get out.”

Wang Siling shrank against the passenger-side window, her watery eyes glaring at Qi Lin with a mix of anger and helplessness. She knew she had already suffered a loss, and continuing to argue with Qi Lin would only make things worse.

Her priority now was to get Qi Lin to open the door and escape this suffocating situation.

“I’m not kidnapping you. Why are you so scared? Sure, I’ll unlock the door, but before that, you need to do one more thing,” Qi Lin said with a sly smile, retrieving a sheet of paper and a pen from the car’s storage compartment.

“What is it?”

Wang Siling froze, confused by what Qi Lin could possibly want now.

“Write an IOU, of course. That kiss just knocked 100 yuan off the debt. You still owe me 11,900 yuan,” Qi Lin said, his grin as devious as a profiteer’s.

A kiss for just 100 yuan? This was no different from the schemes of a ruthless capitalist.

When she realized what he meant, Wang Siling’s eyes widened in disbelief.

“Didn’t you say kissing you would clear the debt?”

Her voice rose as she sat up straight, momentarily forgetting Qi Lin’s intimidating presence.

“Yeah, a kiss clears 100 yuan. I never said it would clear the whole debt. You misunderstood,” Qi Lin replied with shameless confidence.

“You…!”

Tears welled up in Wang Siling’s eyes as she was overcome with anger at Qi Lin’s twisted logic.

“I’m going to the teacher to report you! You bullied me and lied to me!”

Finally losing her composure, Wang Siling reverted to the instincts of a typical high school girl, blurting out her intent to tattle.

“Go ahead,” Qi Lin said nonchalantly, unlocking the door.

“But think carefully—once the whole school knows I kissed you, what will your little childhood sweetheart think? After all, you’re the one who sent him away.”

“And reporting me won’t cancel the debt. Who would believe I’d waive 12,000 yuan just for a kiss? No one would think I’m that dumb. Money doesn’t fall from the sky, you know.”

Qi Lin’s calm and smug demeanor only stoked Wang Siling’s despair. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she realized how trapped she was. She had lost her first kiss, yet the debt still loomed over her. But suddenly, the car grew quiet.

The soft sound of Wang Siling’s sobs disappeared, leaving Qi Lin puzzled. He turned his head to check on her.

“Good grief, she fainted!”

Seeing her slumped in the seat, tears still streaking her pale face, Qi Lin was momentarily speechless.

Despite her unconscious state, Qi Lin didn’t let up.

“The IOU still needs to be written,” he muttered.

With no hesitation, he pressed on her philtrum to wake her.

“Ugh…”

Wang Siling groggily opened her eyes, only to be greeted by Qi Lin’s smirking face.

“Ah!”

Startled, she scrambled upright and shoved him away.

“Write the IOU. Otherwise, I’ll drive to your house and demand repayment from your parents,” Qi Lin said, handing her the pen and paper again.

“I hate you! You’re the worst!”

Qi Lin’s ultimatum hit her where it hurt most—she couldn’t let him involve her family. Tears spilling anew, Wang Siling reluctantly began writing the IOU.

“I, Wang Siling, accidentally scratched Qi Lin’s Mercedes, causing damages amounting to 12,000 yuan in repair costs…”

“Don’t forget to include a repayment deadline,” Qi Lin interrupted, his finger pointing at the page.

“It has to be within one month. For every day overdue, there’s a 100-yuan late fee.”

“A month? How could I possibly repay that much in a month? You might as well kill me!”

Her voice broke as she threw down the pen and burst into tears.

“Who said you can’t repay it? At 100 yuan per kiss, four kisses a day would clear it in a month,” Qi Lin said with shameless glee.

Wang Siling’s eyes burned with both humiliation and rage as she glared at Qi Lin.

Four kisses a day? What did he take her for? But a part of her, resigned to the loss of her first kiss, began rationalizing.

Her purity was already gone. If it meant sparing her family from the debt, enduring more humiliation might be worth it. Suppressing her shame, Wang Siling finished writing the IOU exactly as Qi Lin instructed.

“Here. Take it,” she said, slamming the paper into his hand.

Qi Lin skimmed the document and nodded approvingly before marking a checkmark on the back of the paper.

“One checkmark equals 100 yuan. You’ve got 120 more to go. Good luck,” Qi Lin said, his grin widening.

“120 checkmarks!”

The number made Wang Siling feel faint all over again. She didn’t even know how she managed to leave the car, let alone how she made it home on her bike.