Lu Moqing solemnly held her waist and shook his head, saying:
"Don't worry, I don't have the resources like Gu Huanan's to ruin my later years."
At first, Qiaoxu didn't understand what Lu Moqing meant. She was about to say that with President Lu's face and wealth, even if he were in his seventies or eighties, there would still be seventeen or eighteen-year-old girls willing to be with him.
But the next second, she remembered.
Aside from his face, all of Lu Island Master's wealth was in her hands now, and indeed there was not much left for him to ruin his later years.
Thinking about this, the smile in Qiaoxu's eyes deepened a few points.
"Moreover, the beauty of peach blossoms cannot reach my aesthetic standard. I only like country-toppling city-destroying peonies."
He raised his hand, touched Qiaoxu's face, and declared his love.
Qiaoxu had gradually gotten used to the sudden love confessions of her own island master, and her face had become thickened by his training.
