Yang Muxue's unexpected flirtation left Chen Ziyang wholly unprepared.
Before he could even gather his wits, Yang Muxue pouted and said, "You've made big money, what do you want to do now? Find even more women?"
"No, Sister Xue, I'm a man who wants to earn a fortune and make a name for myself—why do you make it sound so filthy?"
Chen Ziyang responded with a bitter smile.
"Filthy? You don't have much money yet, but you already have so many women. If you really make big money, will there still be a place for me in your heart?"
Yang Muxue suddenly grew melancholic.
Even she didn't expect that she, the queen of Fragrance Street, now felt as dependent on one man as a little wife would.
However, Chen Ziyang embraced Yang Muxue and looked into her eyes earnestly, "Sister Xue, no matter how many women I have, your place in my heart will remain unchanged."
Yang Muxue's heart fluttered.
"I am content just to have a place in your heart."
