Feng Ling looked at him with a different gaze. "You said that you loved me for ten years, and you never agreed to break up with me. I've thought about it. No matter what age you are in, you always seem to be inseparable from me. I'm destined to be entangled with you for the rest of my life."
She paused for two seconds before continuing calmly, "I'm no longer a naive teenage girl. I'm almost twenty-six years old, which means I'm at the right age for marriage. I'll either let go of the knot in my heart and fall in love with other men who pursue me, or I'll cling to you forever. There's no need for us to waste time with each other."
"So?" Li Nanheng frowned slightly.
"The Washington Financial Conference is worth one billion yuan. Within a week, whoever gets the money first will win." Feng Ling raised her chin and looked at him indifferently. "If you win, I'll marry you. If I win, you'll never appear again. There will be an end between us."
