Qin Ye had no other option, he gritted his teeth.
"Miss," he pressed, "I'll throw in another ten thousand gold coins… Protect me on my way to Beijing, and I can give you the twenty thousand coins right there and then. In addition, I can gift you a large mansion in Beijing."
For eighteen years, his heart had never skipped a beat for a girl, but he knew he didn't want her to leave… otherwise, he would definitely regret it.
He followed his heart.
Rong Yan: …? Wait until we get to Beijing and then add ten thousand gold coins? And throw in a large mansion?
Such a deal—was not impossible.
She immediately became serious, "Since you request it so, it can be done… I will write you another one."
She walked to the side, and while pretending to search her bundle, she pulled the paper from her space.
As for the writing brush… it had not been put away when it was on the desk earlier.
Swiftly, she wrote another one.
This time, Qin Ye didn't hesitate, but his hand was weak.
