"Why the hell should I hand you anything?"
"..." Jing Yiren got going, cutting Jing Che off mid-sentence and turning his face bright red.
"Isn't it because I'm not doing well, while you're a huge star who reels in hundreds of millions or even tens of billions in income every year. How am I supposed to compete with you?!"
As he said this, Jing Che lowered his voice, as if afraid his girlfriend would hear.
"And it's all for the Jing family! My girlfriend is the heiress to Shengshi. Isn't wooing her with lavish gifts and marrying her a great contribution? So I can bring about a merger between the Jing family and Shengshi in the future. Shouldn't you, as my elder brother, support me at this time?"
On hearing this, Jing Yiren abruptly rose from her seat, flinging the cup of black tea in her hand right into Jing Che's face.
