For her, the taste of happiness was precious and rare, even if it was false, it was enough to treasure in her memory to savor slowly in the days to come.
Having finished the remaining tea in one gulp, Yan Xiaye put the cup back on the tea table, eager to continue discussing business, "Yan Shuirou shouldn't be a difficult opponent to handle, and if Younger Uncle isn't satisfied with the price, it's not as if I'm not open to negotiation."
Li Yuntang smiled, his slender fingers tapping on the snow-white document, his tone leaving no room for doubt, "This, take it back."
"Why?" Yan Xiaye asked in surprise, somewhat embarrassed, "You should want this, after all, for this you once agreed to a false marriage with me."
Back then, these shares were tied to her marriage, and the Old Madam had not given her much freedom.
