Lin Wanwan rear-ended the Rolls-Royce while riding a shared bicycle.
The car window was lowered, and it turned out to be Lu Jingchen, the richest man in Jiangcheng, who was a frequent visitor to financial magazines.
"Compensate? I'm afraid my account balance will scare you."
"Working to pay off debts? Our cleaning company requires a master's degree."
When Lin Wanwan's eyes darkened, the man spoke slowly:
"Get married. My grandma is urging her, but you can just stop her."
Until one day, she discovered her childhood photos hidden in a drawer in her study.
Lu Jingchen was sneering at his assistant:
"After ten years of planning, it's time to remind my little bride who has lost her memory of me."
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