[The husband-chasing crematorium]
[Flirtatious tension + business circles + high society + mutual teasing]
[Business tycoon + tech-savvy little white rabbit]
“Lend me a hundred million.”
Fu Yanjin looked up as if he'd just heard a fascinating joke, one brow lifting slightly as he casually uttered a single word:
“Hmm?”
“Lend me a hundred million.”
Wen Wan repeated herself.
“Miss Wen, are you short on money lately?”
“Yes.”
“What do I get out of it?”
Wen Wan answered without hesitation:
“I'll sleep with you.”
It was an utterly shameless proposition, yet somehow it sounded perfectly reasonable coming from her, neither servile nor arrogant.
A flicker of surprise crossed Fu Yanjin's dark, deep-set eyes.
“Is that a yes or a no?”
Wen Wan pressed.
“Click.”
The car door unlocking was his answer.
