Strategy to Capture Men - Chapter 44-2

All day every day, Han Yanyan stayed indoors, never going out to socialize. Her life was outrageously monotonous. This sort of life was completely incomprehensible to Yao Chen. He was the type of man who felt uncomfortable if there wasn’t some form of uproar currently going on. He was accustomed to a life that revolved around red lanterns and green wine1.

Han Yanyan lived far too quietly. Feeling that this would not do, Yao Chen pulled her out of her shell.

Wherever Yao Chen went, Sanhu and the others inevitably followed, and Yao Chen soon discovered that Han Yanyan couldn’t blend in with his brothers at all.

After all, Han Yanyan was neither Emily nor Sakura. She couldn’t sit on Sanhu’s lap and drink a toast with him, nor could she laugh and smack him playfully when he dallied with her. They were not on the same wavelength at all.

Sanhu and his gang, knowing that Han Yanyan was Yao Chen’s “serious2” girlfriend, all called her “sister-in-law”. Han Yanyan was in no way cold to them – in fact, she always responded very politely and gently – but Yao Chen could feel the cool alienation under her mildness.

Meanwhile, Sanhu, used to hanging around with escorts, knew absolutely nothing at all about respecting women. He made filthy jokes without even considering her presence, and it was certainly impossible to ask him not to have escorts around him merely because Han Yanyan was also present.

Yao Chen watched her as she sipped wine. Her eyes were distant and alienated, and he realized that he had done something wrong.

She was a serious girlfriend, who couldn’t be embarrassed by exposing her to the vulgar, raunchy japes of other men.

And to mix one’s serious girlfriend in with shady women, even he was subtly uncomfortable inside, let alone her.

He later told Han Yanyan, “If you don’t like hanging out with Sanhu and the others, you don’t need to go in the future.”

He was actually a little worried that Han Yanyan would look relieved. If she did, that meant that deep inside, she looked down on men like Sanhu. And whether he admitted it or not, he and Sanhu came from the very same humble origins.

He didn’t want Han Yanyan to look down on him.

Fortunately, Han Yanyan didn’t do anything of the sort. She responded casually as if it were trivial. Yao Chen breathed a sigh of relief.

“What are you reading so intently?” He lifted her book. Looking at it made his skull ache.

Yao Chen was a true academic bottom-feeder.

Han Yanyan giggled, amused.

Meanwhile, the fact that Sanhu was secretly ridiculing his little sister in law Han Yanyan for being “stuffy and boring” became known to Yao Chen, who kicked him hard in the leg. But Yao Chen wouldn’t explain to him the truth that when he and Han Yanyan were alone, she wasn’t stuffy at all, and had nothing at all to do with the word “boring”.

In bed she was as wild as a succubus, and he was the only man who could subdue her.

“Actually, it’s not that I really want you to go out playing with them. It’s just that I’m afraid you’re bored just read books at home all day.” Yao Chen explained to her, sitting down on the big leather chair next to Han Yanyan.

“But if I were living at the school dorms, I would definitely be at the library studying right now.” She poked his forehead with her slender finger. “You silly man, I’m a student. My classmates that live on campus don’t leave the school from dawn till dusk. When they’re not reading, they’re reading. As students, what would we do if we weren’t reading, going out and partying like you?”

It was true. Yao Chen thought so too.

Besides, it was quite reassuring for Han Yanyan to stay at home in such a well-behaved manner.

Her little succubus side never showed its face normally. She looked just like a decent girl from a respectable family. But it would take her mere minutes to hook up with a man if she decided she wanted to. Her being willing to go to school conscientiously and stay at home honestly wasn’t bad at all really.

Just as he was thinking so, he heard Han Yanyan ask, “Yao Chen, if we break up, will you give me a generous alimony?” She even stressed the word ‘generous.

Yao Chen: “…”

Yao Chen felt mentally exhausted.

He never felt the generation gap even sleeping with a 17-year-old escort. It was only when facing up against Han Yanyan’s mental jumps when he couldn’t help but wonder, “Am I getting old?”. He couldn’t keep up!

“What are you thinking about now?” He pinched both her cheeks. “Are you hoping we’ll break up?”

Han Yanyan saved her face from his clutches, massaged her cheeks in distress, and replied, “I’m a little worried.”

“What are you worried about?” he asked.

“You spoil me,” she said, “You were the one who told me before that when you watch other people cut loose all the time your mind slowly becomes less and less clear. After I got together with you, I’ve been wear branded clothes, using branded goods, eating and drinking well. I don’t think I could possibly go back to how I used to be. Sooner or later, I’m going to get more and more confused. So, if we ever break up, I hope that you’ll give me a huuuuge alimony, so that I can continue living like this and not sink down into destitution for want of money.”

When she said “huge”, she made a rather exaggerated gesture with her hands.

But her eyes were clear. There was neither greed nor calculation in them.

Yao Chen pursed his lips. “I think you’re quite clear-headed at the moment, but…”

He hefted her onto the desk and began to untie her belt with a ferocious grin. “Since you’ve asked so nicely, I’ll give you 200 million each time…”

On her study desk he roguishly began a project worth 200 million yuan. As he moved in and out he thought that this wasn’t a bad way to monopolize her charm, to make her inseparable from him.

At the end of their exercise, Yao Chen squeezed them both into the big leather chair, and she spoke to him seriously.

“Actually, after school started, there was a school job fair. All my classmates went there to look for jobs,” she said. “I thought about it. If you’re willing to support me, I won’t look for a job for awhile. I want to take the graduate school entrance examination.”

Yao Chen immediately expressed his support of her. “Definitely. Don’t worry so much about it, I’ll support you in whatever you choose. Just go to school and study hard. Looking for a job? Does my woman need a job?”

Yao Chen might have been a true academic bottom-feeder, but he was very supportive of Han Yanyan’s studies. “Study hard,” he told her, “all the way to a PhD.”

Han Yanyan knew that she was very close to having her finger on this man’s pulse.

Yao Chen was a very vigilant and wary man. She had been with him for months, yet she still hadn’t touched anything really useful. For her plan to capture Yao Chen, Han Yanyan was mentally prepared for a long, guerilla war.

And the very first thing she had to do was to add importance to herself, to make herself into an intellectual goddess, an unobtainable flower on a high cliff.