"Forty is not that old." Lu Mengjie's voice was heard in the recording.
"You have 17 years difference! Seventeen! This is wrong! He can be considered a paedophile you know!"
"Maybe if I was underage but I'm not. I'm an adult just like him. Besides, if I marry him, and he dies, won't all his riches be given to me?"
An exasperated sigh was heard. "He's still my uncle, can't you at least consider that?"
"Na-uh, it's too late to consider that. He's a magnificent piece of art."
"Then I want at least 60 percent share from all of the money you'll be receiving."
"Fine, fine, take as much as you want."
"Then marry him as soon as possible and then I'll hire a hitman to kill him the next day after your wedding."
A loud laugh erupted from the phone's speaker. "At least let me enjoy him for a few days, you know."
"No." A dull answer.
Xia Liqin had a wide smirk on his lips as he played another recording.
