"Lan Xiu."
Yuanya closed her eyes, then opened them again, the chilly frost within her gaze causing Lan Xiu's heart to tremble.
She said, "You and Duan Jingwen, neither of you are worth much."
Lan Xiu was stunned. He thought he would erupt in anger. After all, who had ever dared to speak to him like this?
But for some reason, her cold indifference stirred an indescribable sourness in his heart.
The distance they had finally begun to close seemed to revert back to beginning again, but in a different way.
"My father was honest and unpretentious for most of his life. A man with such grounded feet suddenly wanting to earn big money, even hoping to get rich overnight. Do you know why?"
"..."
"It was all to free me from you, do you understand? He still held a glimmer of hope that he could use a hefty sum of money to buy back my freedom."
"Impossible, you are mine!"
Freeing her? What a joke!
