"Though he speaks of flowing water, his heart falls like wilting flowers."
Ye Ling's heart thumped uncontrollably. What did this mean? Was the enchanting Zang Hua before him, akin to the Daji from Investiture of the Gods, attracted to him? Or was she drawn to his profound knowledge and his charming, dashing ways?
"Ah, Miss Zang Hua," Ye Ling said, "I graduated from a prestigious institution. Though I wouldn't claim to be wealthy, my family runs a chain of very successful Western restaurants that are well-known in Donghai City."
"I'm also preparing to start my own business. If you don't mind, I would like to invite Miss Zang Hua to create a beautiful future of wealth that belongs to us."
A rapacious desire burned within Ye Ling. Swallowing hard, he spoke with some excitement.
Zang Hua, who had been holding on to Ye Ling, seemed moved. She pushed Ye Ling away and muttered something under her breath.
