It's not expensive at all; it's my wedding gift to you.
Ying Jing stood there for a long time without reacting.
Did he know what he was saying?
Or did Ying Jing mishear because of her bad ears?
Wedding?
Gift?
An estate that looked very expensive.
It's a gift for her.
"Is this a betrothal gift?"
Wen Fucheng shook his head. "You can't consider it that way; you can think of it as something I'm giving you selfishly."
If this non-betrothal gift is so grand, then what if it were a betrothal gift?
"You wouldn't give me the whole Wen Corporation, would you?"
The man chuckled and took a sip from her water cup. "I wouldn't be that extravagant; at most, I'd give you all my assets."
Wow, that's a lot of money.
Wouldn't that make her richer than Wen Fucheng?
What to do? She actually had a little expectation.
Ying Jing directly leaped into the man's embrace, fearing she might fall, Wen Fucheng caught her with a smile.
"Do you like it?"
