Sponsor System: Harem With Infinite Money-Chapter 58: Talking

In order to help her relax, Ryan took the initiative to sit opposite Yasmin, picked up his wine glass, and clinked it with hers.

Normally, Yasmin did not drink alcohol, but she had been under too much pressure recently, and her mood fluctuated drastically at night.

For the first time, she felt the need for a drink. Although she did not like the taste of either white wine or liquor, consuming a wine worth fifty thousand dollars in such an atmosphere felt peculiarly smooth.

"Classmate Ryan!" she exclaimed after taking a generous sip, looking straight at him. "You are a poor student—how come you are so rich?"

Ryan replied with a wry smile, "I can't apply for subsidies for poor students."

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"Teacher Yasmin, I always thought you were a peaceful person," he continued with a teasing tone, "but I didn't expect you to have such a hard time."

Yasmin smiled bitterly. "Yes... they were all forced to sell themselves."

Immediately after, she downed the remaining half of her wine in one gulp—as voracious as a cow chewing on peony.

Ryan narrowed his eyes and grinned. "Teacher Yasmin, let's keep this a secret. You're still the respected teacher at school."

"Respect is bullshit. You all look at me with lustful eyes and often toss aside your underwear." Her face flushed rapidly—whether from relaxation or the alcohol, it was hard to tell.

Locking eyes with Ryan, she declared, "I mean what I said. I will serve you well as your lover this year, and you won't have to feel sorry for me."

He retorted with a lewd chuckle, "I'm not sad at all. This is what I got with my body."

"If it's you, it's better than those middle-aged men with big bellies. Thinking about it this way, should I celebrate?" As she spoke, she picked up the bottle, poured more wine, and downed it all in one gulp—a clear testament to the pressure weighing on her.

A waiter in the distance looked on with pity as he observed the wine being consumed so carelessly.

With genuine concern, Ryan cautioned, "Teacher, don't drink like this—it's harmful to your health."

"If I don't drink more, I'm afraid I'll regret it—and I'm afraid I'll spoil your fun."

A trace of embarrassment mingled with her boldness as Teacher Yasmin continued, "In my life there is only one man—my husband—and our sex life has long lost its spark. I'm a bit of a germaphobe, so I refused to comply with his obscene requests. He, too, lost interest in me a long time ago. It's been more than ten years, and I don't know what sex feels like anymore. I have to let myself remember."

Despite her gentle, soft appearance, once Yasmin made up her mind, she was unyielding.

Ryan smiled lecherously. "Then how do you solve your needs?"

"I have my own hands, and I don't have very strong desires."

Under the influence of alcohol, Teacher Yasmin leaned closer and whispered, "Classmate Ryan, I feel that I am not feminine at all. In fact, I have low self-esteem."

Ryan panted, "No, when you seduced me just now, I couldn't refuse at all."

"Really? Then I still have some charm!" she exclaimed brightly, her burgundy-hued face radiating an unexpected beauty.

At that moment, a stout man quickly returned with the debt contract and all the necessary documents.

After placing them on the table, Yasmin examined every page carefully—she had once trusted her husband too much, signing a guarantee that had led her into a series of troubles. Determined never to fall into the same trap twice, she scrutinized the documents.

"It's all here," the stout man announced.

After her confirmation, he said earnestly, "Then I won't bother you anymore, Teacher Yasmin. This is to calm you down."

As he spoke, he laid one hundred thousand yuan in cash on the table, eagerly seeking Ryan's reaction before breathing a sigh of relief and leaving.

"How can he give me money?" Yasmin murmured, her eyes fixed on the cash.

Ryan lit a cigarette and said slowly, "He knows what's good for him. I didn't use my connections to pressure him, nor did I haggle over the price—I simply gave it to him without hesitation. He has been in this business for so many years and holds a lot of bad debts; he has never seen someone so happy. He knows this money is a hot potato."

"What if you whisper something in my ear and I cause trouble for him..." he added.

Although Yasmin had always been a dedicated teacher—innocent in many ways—she found his remark apt and cooed coquettishly, "What pillow talk? It's annoying..."

"However," she continued with a mix of self-deprecation and disdain, "It does seem scary that a young man like you can spend six hundred thousand to play with women."

At that, Ryan glanced at her and suddenly felt very unhappy. She had seduced him just moments before, and now she was mocking him. What was going on?

He was the first to realize that perhaps he had been too easy to engage with, for she was now acting so unscrupulously under the influence of alcohol.

As soon as this thought struck him, his smile vanished. He looked at her directly and said, "Teacher Yasmin, I'm drunk—it's time to go to rest."

"What are you doing? You just bought me and messed with me. Why are you pretending here..." she protested.

"Don't try to take advantage of me. Even if I don't love him, I will remain chaste..." she continued, her tone defiant despite her inebriation.

Though Yasmin's alcohol tolerance was extraordinary, as soon as Ryan stood up, she clutched his hand, her speech turning hysterical with obvious drunkenness.

"I said I'll sleep with you tonight—you'd better behave yourself..."

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After their meal and drinks, half a bottle of wine still remained. Ryan immediately asked the waiter to store the wine and then called Yana to have her settle the bill, as he was not sure whether he could use the money on that card.

"Okay, Brother Ryan, will you come back?" Yana asked, clearly looking forward to it.

Ryan glanced at the drunken Yasmin sitting opposite him and burped. His chest shook so violently that he swallowed his saliva and naturally refused.