Mr. Qin's eyes widened in disbelief, his eyebrows shooting up as he stared at the woman standing confidently before him. Her proposal echoed in his mind, and he
couldn't help but analyze her demeanor.
She appeared resolute, with an air of composure that didn't match the audacity of her proposition.
The room felt tense as he walked back to his seat, his mind processing the unexpected offer.
Sitting down, he composed himself before addressing her, his voice steady, devoid of any evident emotion.
"So, let me understand this correctly," he began, his eyes fixed on her.
"You're suggesting a contracted marriage, where I invest in your father's struggling company, and in return, you'd marry me?"
Her response was immediate, leaving no room for doubt. "Yes," she affirmed, her voice unwavering.
Mr. Qin's disbelief was apparent. "Why should I agree to marry you for this purpose? There are countless women out there.
