"You can have as much as you want."
The man's eyes are pitch black, adorned with a faint smile, like stars perpetually falling in the universe.
His tone is light, but there's no trace of jest in his words.
Jiang Ruan: "..."
She does not doubt the sincerity of his words at all.
She remains silent for a long time.
She seems to have realized something.
"Have I... thrown myself at a rich man?"
Just like that, she tricked a big shot into coming home with her.
Once, she fantasized every day about the man in front of her being pitifully poor and powerless, enough to write a hundred-thousand-word essay about his miserable life.
But now——
"Where's your card?"
She asked.
Fu Chi pointed to her wallet.
"I put it in there just now."
Jiang Ruan opened her wallet and took a look.
There was indeed an extra card.
The card was not like ordinary cards, it was a version specially made for VVIPs by the World Union. She had the fortune of seeing one at Bo Qingyu's place.
