Seth’s brows were furrowed, his tone growing colder. “Are you testing my patience?”

I’ve already decided to let him go, does the little lamb still have to be so stubborn?

Fang Chen, however, thought the man wanted money and hurriedly said, “I-I-I’m just a poor international student. I even got this ticket from a prize draw in a bag of chips. You can take it and sell it for money. I really don’t have any other money.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the surroundings fell silent for a moment.

Seth was momentarily stunned. “What?”

A few minutes later, Seth saw the ticket and a prize card. The prize card even had a steel stamp on it that said “Prize Redeemed.”

He held the ticket, frowned, and asked back, “This is the ticket you were trying to sell me yesterday?”

“Yes, sir.”

Fang Chen felt both wronged and regretful.

He had thought he was finally lucky for once, winning a prize, but it turned out to be a complete loss. He didn’t make any money and even got kidnapped.

Seth was speechless for a long time.

At this point, it was already very clear. This was all a misunderstanding.

But—

The man frowned, still asking with some disbelief, “Why didn’t you say anything when I tied you up?”

He didn’t even struggle, looking as if he were surrendering.

Say what?!!

Fang Chen’s eyes widened. “But… you were already kidnapping me. I was afraid that if I struggled, you would just kill me, what then?”

Seth closed his eyes and pressed his temples.

Fang Chen secretly glanced at him, feeling that the man seemed to be in a good mood today. His attitude had softened. Maybe he would really let him go.

After a few seconds of pause, the man opened his eyes and asked him, “Do you know me?”

Such a life-threatening question!

Fang Chen shook his head like a rattle-drum, wishing he could raise his hand and swear, “Sir, I don’t know you. You can rest assured, I’ll pretend I’ve never seen you. I will absolutely not say anything.”

“That’s not what I mean.”

For the first time, Seth felt that this was a tricky situation. He frowned, his tone becoming a little more serious. “I’m Seth Bolton. I’m sorry, what happened yesterday was my misunderstanding. There have been cases of fake tickets being sold for the competition recently. When you came to ask me yesterday, I thought you were… I’m sorry again.”

Fang Chen was stunned.

What…
He’s Seth Bolton??
He’s not some perverted serial killer?!!

Seeing the young man still in a daze, Seth pinched the bridge of his nose with a headache. “It’s my fault. I was too quick to judge. Anyway, you can ask for any compensation you want…”

Before he could finish, the ticket in Seth’s hand was suddenly snatched away!

He was stunned for a moment. It was the first time he had seen the timid, lamb-like young man glare at him so angrily.

“Quick to judge? Sorry? How can you say it so easily!!” Fang Chen was trembling with anger, his eyes red. He held the ticket so tightly that his knuckles turned a pale bluish-white. He gritted his teeth and, after a few seconds, continued.

“Do you know, I thought I was going to die. I thought you were a serial killer. I thought I would die in this godforsaken place!”

As he shouted, tears also rolled down his face uncontrollably.

He hadn’t cried when he was “kidnapped” yesterday. He hadn’t cried when he saw the police leave. He hadn’t cried when he was brought to the abandoned factory.

But at this moment, upon realizing it was all a misunderstanding, the grievance in Fang Chen’s heart could no longer be contained. Tears streamed down his face. He wiped them away a couple of times, then simply squatted on the ground and burst into tears.

“I don’t want to be in a book anymore! What the hell is this, throwing me into a foreign country, speaking a foreign language every day, not a single good person, and I still have to earn money, boohoo, I want to go home!”

He chattered on, but because he wasn’t speaking English, Seth didn’t understand. He hadn’t expected the person to suddenly start crying. A rare sense of panic arose in his heart. He subconsciously reached out to help the young man up, but Fang Chen suddenly looked up, his red eyes glaring as he forcefully slapped Seth’s hand away.

“Don’t touch me!”

He understood that sentence.

Seth held up his hands. “I don’t mean anything else. I’m sorry. You… please stop crying.”

Shouting out what was in his heart felt much better. Fang Chen stopped his tears, sniffled, and stood up abruptly, his small face stern as he glared at Seth.

Unfortunately, due to his height, he still had to look up at Seth, which made him look particularly unimposing.

He glanced to the side, saw a large rock, and quickly stepped on it to stand up. Although he was still not as tall as the man, it helped a little.

After all that fuss, Fang Chen crossed his arms and raised his chin. “OK! pensate!”

He pronounced this word with particular emphasis, each syllable filled with the meaning of gritted teeth.

There was no other way.
He had cried and shouted.
He still had to keep living.
Life had to go on, right?

Seth nodded. “Whatever compensation you want, I’ll agree to it.”

This sentence was said almost without thinking. Seth had always been a rational person and rarely made absolute statements. But looking at the young man’s red eyes, still misty from crying, Seth thought, he can have whatever he wants.

He had made a mistake, put the person through all this, and scared him like this.

Even if at this moment, Fang Chen said he wanted a villa in New York City, Seth would only let him choose the location.

Right, what do I want?
Definitely money.
But how much money is appropriate?
Will Seth sue me for extortion later?

Fang Chen struggled a little, and handed over the ticket that was sweaty from his grip. “Sell it to you, for ten thousand dollars!”

Selling a ticket isn’t illegal, right!

Seth paused for a moment, then nodded. “Alright.”

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On the way back, Fang Chen, having shed his previous timidity, sat upright and straight in the passenger seat, his head held high.

Are you kidding me! Seth is the one in the wrong now!
And I’m the magnanimous one, not fussing over such a small matter.

A villain getting his way sounds bad, but a little lamb getting his way sounds cute.

Having escaped from danger and sold the ticket for ten thousand dollars, Fang Chen’s mood had actually improved. He unconsciously hummed a little tune.

Once I save up a little more money, I’ll go splurge and have some Chinese food!
I’m going to puke from eating white people’s food every day.

The car window was half-down. It had rained the night before, and the air blowing in seemed to carry the scent of earth and green grass. Fang Chen found this smell particularly relaxing and comforting.

Seth was driving, but his attention was all on the person beside him.

The young man had his arm resting on the window, looking out. The light from outside shone on his side profile, so clear that even the finest hairs could be seen. His brow was relaxed, and seeing something, the corners of his mouth curved up slightly.

From the timidity and delicateness of last night, to the outburst of crying just now, and now the comfort and ease.

In just one day and night.
He didn’t know how many faces this little lamb had.

But it had made him, time and time again, retreat his bottom line for this person.

Seth turned the steering wheel and made a turn, then took out his phone with one hand and handed it to him. “Add me as a contact.”

Fang Chen didn’t take it and turned his head. “No need.”

“It’s more convenient for me to transfer the money to you.”

Fang Chen immediately took the phone and typed in his contact information.

Seth’s lips twitched slightly. “What’s your name?”

“Fang Chen.”

After a few seconds of pause, the man’s low voice sounded, “Fang Chen?”

He imitated Fang Chen’s pronunciation. The voice was nice, but the tone sounded strange.

Listening to a foreigner speak Chinese is really interesting.

He couldn’t help but laugh out loud. But as he laughed, he suddenly felt something was wrong. When they heard him speak English, did it sound just as strange?

Fang Chen: No hehe.

Seeing the person laugh, the eyes that would widen when he was angry or scared also curved up. Seth inexplicably felt his mood also lighten a bit. But in just a few seconds, the young man quickly put on a straight face again.

Seth thought for a moment and said, “I didn’t say it well. You can teach me a few more times.”

Fang Chen hummed softly. “I’m not teaching you.”

The man paused, then repeated again, “Fang Chen.”

After speaking, he deliberately asked, “Did I say it better this time?”

After transmigrating into the book, no one had ever called his name with a standard pronunciation. They called him “Chen” or “Little Chen,” or like Jamin, jokingly called him “baby.”

He blinked, and after a while, he muttered, “You said it quite well.”

Seth drove him to retrieve his phone, then took him back to his dorm.

After parking the car, Seth got out and helped him open the car door, saying in a low voice, “Go back and get some good rest. And, I’m really sorry.”

Fang Chen waved his hand indifferently. “Just remember to transfer the money when you get back.”

“Alright, I won’t forget.”

Watching Fang Chen go upstairs, Seth got back into the car. He lit a cigarette, and just as he exhaled a puff of smoke, Joey’s call came in. “Where did you go? Don’t forget there’s a training match today.”

“I know.” Seth paused, then suddenly said, “Get me a few tickets for next month’s competition.”

“What are you going to do with them?” Joey’s tone was very wary.

Apart from the fixed number of sold and complimentary tickets, the rest of the tickets were managed by the logistics department.

“To give away.” Seth gave a number. “Fifteen.”

Joey was silent for a few seconds, then asked seriously, “Are you trying to get me killed?”

“Don’t you know how popular you are? The tickets sell out in seconds. Besides the sold tickets, the rest have to go to the sponsors…”

Seth interrupted him impatiently, “How many are left?”

Joey gritted his teeth. “Five!”

“Eight tickets. Get them ready. I’ll have someone pick them up.”

After saying that, Seth hung up. He put out the cigarette, glanced again in the direction Fang Chen had left, and then drove away.

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After returning, Fang Chen took a shower and went straight to bed, sleeping until he was woken up by his alarm clock the next day. He groggily got up and went to the kitchen to forage for food.

His roommate had baked a pizza and left a slice for Fang Chen.

He was too lazy to even put it on a plate, just put on gloves, picked it up, and stood by the counter to eat.

His other hand wasn’t idle either, scrolling through the messages that had piled up over the day.

Actually, there weren’t many messages.
In a foreign country, Fang Chen had almost no friends.

Only Jamin had sent a message this morning asking if he could cover his shift.

Fang Chen replied almost ten hours later. “Sorry, I’ve been sleeping all day. I just saw the message.”

Jamin replied quickly. “It’s okay, I’ve already asked the boss for leave.”

“Wait, you slept all day? Did you do it last night too?”

Fang Chen was silent for a few seconds, closed the chat window, and chose not to reply.

A message just popped up.
It was a bank transfer notification.

Fang Chen glanced at it, was stunned, and almost jumped up.

Am I seeing things?
Did Seth Bolton transfer him a hundred thousand dollars in one go?