Guan Haoyang took out a bank card from the drawer of his desk and handed it to her, "There's two hundred thousand in the card, and the password is your birthday. This is your compensation."
Qin Yurong took the card, holding it in her palm. The cut was painful, not just in her palm but also in her heart, making her uncomfortable, "Two hundred thousand?"
"Not enough? Then tell me how much you want, and I'll give you more, but I also have my limits. People shouldn't be too greedy," Guan Haoyang's eyes were cold, his voice calm.
"Brother-in-law, what I've always been greedy for isn't your money, but your love. Even if you don't love me, you can't trample on my true feelings for you with money; I'm not for sale! I gave you my precious first time willingly," Qin Yurong took a deep breath, straightened her spine, seemingly possessing a bit of proud backbone, "I don't want this money!"
