My Fiancée Is Pressuring Me to Buy an Old, Run-Down Apartment. the Comments Section Says: "Brother, Don't Worry, It'll Be Demolished Next Month."

My fiancée dragged me into the real estate agency. She wasn't interested in the 130-square-meter fully furnished new apartment; she insisted on a dilapidated 60-square-meter old apartment. The worst part was, this piece of junk was priced at two million. Just as I was about to refuse, a line of text suddenly flashed before my eyes—"This apartment belongs to her ex-boyfriend. You pay, and he'll use it to marry someone else." My palms were sweating. Then another line appeared: "Don't panic, this apartment will be demolished next month, with eight million in compensation. That new development will be abandoned next quarter." I slowly loosened my fist. Looking at Su Man's ingratiating face, I smiled. Sign it, who's afraid of who? Guess who'll be begging me on their knees in the end?