"I've spent so much money on you, if you're going to thank me, at least do it generously! Do you really think Acheng and I are the same?" Mu Tianying asked, his words laced with anger.
Wanqing flinched, and she felt Acheng, who was driving the car, shudder at the same time. She helplessly looked at Mu Tianying, who was seated like a king, and felt an urge to retreat.
His eyes narrowed, radiating a dangerous aura.
Taking a deep breath, she glanced at Acheng in the front seat— he likely didn't dare to turn around. Mustering her courage, she leaned over and quickly planted a kiss on Mu Tianying's face.
Mu Tianying expressed his dissatisfaction: "Just that? Are you a fairy descended from heaven, where every frown and smile are worth a fortune? Is a single kiss worth ten thousand?"
Helpless, Wanqing could only move closer once more. This time, she lingered for three seconds. As she tried to pull away, he suddenly grabbed her, forcefully pressing his lips onto hers.
