"Ye Xiaowan, are you really going to sell the Ye family's treasure for just one yuan?"

The handsome four-year-old little guy looked at the old, dirty object in his hand, supposedly "the Ye family's treasure," with a face full of doubt.

"What else can I do?"

Ye Wan picked up the eyeshadow palette and chose an earthy tone that would cover her slightly swollen eyes, "The creditors are all waiting outside, if we can't get the money by tonight, they'll pack us up and sell us off together."

Better to take control than to let them sell us off for a pittance.

Her gaze flickered over the contract on the dressing table and the round token in Little Bun's hand.

Taking a look at her own meticulously made-up reflection in the mirror, Ye Wan smiled and pinched Little Bun's face, "Don't worry, with Sister here, the sky won't fall!"

Three days ago, Ye Wan and her brother Ye Cheng were the glamorous young mistress and young master of the wealthy Ye family in Sicheng, everywhere they went, they were adored by thousands.

But overnight, the Ye family went bankrupt.

Unable to bear the burden, their father jumped from the top floor of the Ye Corporation building.

Soon after, their mother followed their father in death.

The once great Ye family was left with only the siblings, Ye Wan and Ye Cheng.

After liquidating the company and selling the villa, the Ye family was still one billion in debt.

And that one billion fell on the shoulders of Ye Wan, who had just turned 18.

"Ye Xiaowan…"

Little Bun pursed his lips, reached out, and hugged Ye Wan's leg, "But... what if it doesn't sell and gets stuck in our hands, then what?"

Ye Wan: "…"

"Ptooey ptooey ptooey!"

Ye Wan slapped the little guy's bouncy behind and clasped her hands in prayer, "Children's words carry no harm, children's words carry no harm!"

It may seem like just a plain token, but to those who know its value, it could turn the world upside down.

With her around, how could the token possibly fail to sell?

After all, talent scouts had come knocking at her door, offering her movie roles, claiming that with her ability to look both innocent and enchanting, she could reach the pinnacle of success upon her debut, and after acting for three to five years, she'd be a top-tier wealthy woman. If she worked a bit harder, she could retire and travel the world before the age of 30.

Although the contract was to help her pay off a debt of one billion, Ye Wan believed that given time, it wasn't impossible to double that amount.

In short, this deal was a surefire win.

May the passing deities please not listen to this brat!

The noise from the front hall came through, signaling the start of the auction. Ye Wan touched Little Bun's head, "Ye Mengmeng, you need to be good and not run around, understand?"

"Don't call me Ye Mengmeng!"

"Then you also can't call me Ye Xiaowan!"

One tall, one small, both standing with their hands on their hips, one beautiful, the other cute, the scene was extremely pleasant to the eye.

Watching the little one run off in a huff, red around the eyes, Ye Wan pinched the palm of her hand to hold back the sourness welling up in her eyes and turned to leave the makeup room.

"Xiaowan…"

Outside the door, a young man in a suit and leather shoes blocked Ye Wan with an angry look, "Are you really, going to sell yourself…"

Unable to say the words "sell off," Han Bolin was burning with anger, "How can you, a young lady, be so willing to demean yourself? How is this different from the princesses in the KTVs?"

"There is a difference!"

Ye Wan's expression was cold, "It's just that, you don't have the right to know!"

"Or is it that Young Master Han is willing to spend one billion to keep the Ye family's assets?"

That remark turned Han Bolin's face the color of iron.

Ye Wan was supposed to be his fiancée, the future lady of the Han family.

When the Ye family went bankrupt, the Han family immediately called off the engagement. Even if he still liked this devastatingly beautiful girl, she was no longer his concern.

"Stand aside!"

As if even pushing him away was too filthy, contempt filled Ye Wan's seductive, lustrous almond eyes.

The carmine mole beneath her right eye was bright red, intensely alluring.

Heat surged in Han Bolin's heart.

To the Han family, one billion was but a drop in the bucket.

Without hesitation, he blurted out, "One billion it is then, I…"

"Perhaps Young Master Han should consult your parents first?"

Ye Wan let out a light laugh.

Han Bolin's face went pale, and Ye Wan had already drifted far away.

All that remained in the air was a trace of fragrance.

A subtle scent wafted through the air, utterly captivating.