Looking at Xia Liang's retreating figure, the rich woman furrowed her brows. She had heard a saying: a woman's loyalty isn't a given; it only exists when the price for betrayal is too low.
That same principle applied to men.
She prepared to up the stakes.
"I'll buy you another apartment—one hundred square meters—and put your name on the deed!"
The offer she was making now was surely enough to tempt any man into betrayal.
Hearing Sun Xiang's smug words, Xia Liang came to a halt.
Heh. Men.
Seeing Xia Liang turn around, Sun Xiang subconsciously assumed he was tempted.
The next second, however, Xia Liang turned back with a look of helplessness on his face.
"Ma'am, I really didn't want to crush your spirit, but you forced my hand. I'm done pretending, so I'll lay my cards on the table: I'm a ten-thousandaire."
Sun Xiang was startled for a moment, then burst into roaring laughter.
