Su Jue sat in a café, staring at the company’s business license, the property deed, the vehicle registration, and a bankbook with a balance of at least nine figures on the table.
“What’s this about?” Su Jue asked in surprise.
“Uncle Su said he’s been looking for a marriage match for you lately.” Yin Zeqing leaned forward slightly. “Since this is a marriage alliance, wouldn’t I be a better choice than a complete stranger?”
Weren’t you supposed to be a poor kid? Weren’t you supposed to have nothing and be a million in debt? What’s going on here?
