Chapter 8 The Attitude of Asking for Help (8)
However, Dong Xin Yan didn't turn to leave with any sense of pride, instead she headed toward the coffee table, picked up a small notebook resting on it, tore out a sheet of paper, grabbed a pen, and quickly scribbled a few lines on it, then walked back and slapped the paper heavily onto the bar counter.
Dong Xin Yan's big, clear eyes stared straight at Gu Ningyi, saying, "Three months, right? Fine, I agree, but you must sign here."
She can't foolishly trust him again. Since it's a deal, it should be written in black and white, so that if he reneges, she won't be left without a recourse.
Gu Ningyi glanced at the paper, noticing it documented a three-month agreement, and a trace of amusement flitted through his eyes.
Knowing this woman for so long, he never realized she had such a naive side. This contract, without any legal binding power, what could it possibly constrain him from?
But since she wanted to sign, he didn't mind. After all, he merely wanted to keep her by his side long enough to figure out why she felt so strangely familiar.
"Pen." Gu Ningyi spoke, concise and direct.
Dong Xin Yan was stunned for a second, realizing Gu Ningyi had agreed so readily; she thought he would continue giving her a hard time.
But this was better, saving her the trouble of arguing.
Dong Xin Yan quickly handed the pen to Gu Ningyi, who took it and elegantly signed his name on the paper, his writing as strong and graceful as he was.