Luo Qiangwei's delicate face slowly stiffened, and it took her a long while to find her voice. She laughed softly, "I never knew I could be this valuable."
Sleep with her for one night, he gave her seventy million.
Mo Shiche said indifferently, "When we divorced, I offered you alimony, but you didn't take it. If you think it's too little, I can increase it."
"Mo Shiche."
He didn't respond to her but tore off another check, "I'll double it for you."
"I don't want your money."
"Or maybe you want something else."
"Don't you know?"
The man's hand, holding the pen to sign his name, paused.
Luo Qiangwei placed her hands on her knees, looking at him unblinkingly. She was never a woman to beg in a lowly manner. It took all her strength to utter the words, "Last night you said... you love me... you said it many times."
Did he say that?
