Was this really prepared for her?
She couldn't believe her eyes. Had this man been quietly planning their life together without her knowing?
To say she wasn't moved would be a lie, but why was there still a trace of unease in her heart?
Shaking her little head, Gu Xiaoer dismissed those restless thoughts and asked the most pressing question, "So tell me, what's the deal with this villa?!"
"Er..." Han Luoluo opened his mouth. Just now, on the phone, he had decided he would come clean with her. But the news from the old house was really—
Xiao Er, the time isn't right yet, can you wait for me a little longer?
"Cough cough." Han Luoluo averted his gaze, steadying his voice as he said, "The house is mine through inheritance."
Gu Xiaoer was taken aback, a rich second-generation heir?
But how did a rich second-generation heir end up in such a state that they had to sell themselves?
A light bulb went off, and she understood, "You must've been a rich second-generation heir with countless properties, then due to your excessive squandering and luxury, you lost all your wealth and racked up a mountain of debt. With no other choice, you had to sell yourself to make money, otherwise, you would have been hunted down by gangsters looking to collect debts, right?"
No wonder he had an air of authority; he must have lived in splendor during his childhood.
"..." The thing Han Luoluo admired most about Gu Xiaoer was her ability to concoct a myriad of bizarre scenarios with just one sentence. Sometimes, he really wanted to crack open her little head to see what kind of circuitry was inside.
"Whatever you say," he conceded. After all, still a rich heir, right? Compared to those male escorts and top-ranked workers he'd known before, it was a bit better...
Gu Xiaoer patted Han Luoluo's shoulder, as if she had made up her mind, she clenched her fist and encouraged him, "Da Luoluo, don't lose heart. I'm about to graduate, and I'll be able to work at Shenghan. The salary... It should be a lot, and I will definitely save money to buy your freedom!"
She never thought her life goal would one day be to save money to buy a man's freedom. Reflecting on it, she was quite loyal.
Han Luoluo pressed his lips together and remained silent, perhaps shocked by her earnest expression.
He smiled silently: Baby, you don't have to buy my freedom; I'm willing to belong to you for a lifetime...
However, in the end, Gu Xiaoer still refused to live in the villa long-term. Her small apartment might be tiny, but it held the spirit of her mother. If she didn't go back, her mother would miss her.
Recently, a topic about couples had gone viral.
"How much money would it take for you to sell your boyfriend/girlfriend?"
Han Luoluo was strolling with Gu Xiaoer on the pedestrian street when they were stopped by several young hosts.
"Excuse us, we're conducting a small survey on couples, may we interview you both?" they asked.
Gu Xiaoer shrugged nonchalantly, and seeing the man next to her not uttering a word with a cold face, she quickly apologized to the hosts with a smile, "No problem, no problem, go ahead with the interview."
Ah, to go out with a natural massive ice block, she was basically the spokesperson.
After the host tore their adoring gaze from Han Luoluo, they asked Gu Xiaoer with a smile, "Miss, if someone offers you ten thousand yuan for your boyfriend, would you agree?"
Ten thousand for something bought for a hundred thousand? How could that be possible?
"Not willing, absolutely not willing," Gu Xiaoer shook her head firmly.
"What about for a hundred thousand?"
No loss, no gain, still inappropriate; she continued to shake her head.
"One million then?"
Gu Xiaoer hesitated but then felt the large hand holding hers twitch slightly. From hesitation, she immediately switched to shaking her head: "Not for sale!"
"But what if someone offers a hundred million?"