To pay off her debts, Su Baoer was willing to give herself to the most refined and distinguished man in Nancheng.
She thought it would be a simple transaction, with both sides paid in full. But when it was over, Mr. Song suddenly became gravely ill. He wanted her, not her money.
Su Baoer replied coolly, “I didn't leave you for money, so I won't come back to you for money either.”
The man who had once stood above everyone else turned red-eyed and sobbed uncontrollably. “If you'll come back, I'll give you everything, including my heart.”
Su Baoer smiled, her voice icy. “Is Mr. Song's heart supposed to be some priceless treasure? Sorry, I wouldn't want it even if you gave it to me.”
