Chapter 3

Yan Chen secretly harbored feelings for the Song Family’s heiress.

But just like in a novel.

The white moonlight always goes abroad.

Yan Chen chased after her to confess.

In the airport lounge, I didn’t know what she said to him.

Yan Chen’s face turned dark.

On the way back, he suddenly turned that almost-demonic face of his toward me.

“Xiao Hua, do you like me that much?”

I reflexively leaned in, fawning all over him.

“I love you!”

He suddenly descended with an oracle, looked at me, his tone calm.

“Then let me play with you.”

My eyes sparkled with stars. I nodded. “Can I be your girlfriend now?”

He reached out his hand.

Long, pale, jade-like fingers brushed past my ear.

With lips as red as rouge, he smirked wickedly. “Idiot, so easy to fool. Imagine how ugly our kid would be.”

In the convertible, the wind messed up every strand of his soft curls.

Damn, how can a real person look like a BJD doll?

I raised my hand, clinging to his arm like a vine.

“It’s okay. I still love you.”

“You have a girlfriend, I still love you. If the kid’s ugly, then we won’t have one. I only love you.”

I looked at him, fantasizing he was a cute, money-spitting golden toad.

I nearly cried.

Probably no one’s ever been as shameless as me.

He chuckled.

The corners of his lips curled up as he glanced at me carelessly.

“Why cry? If you want to be, just be.”

I cried even louder.

Sounded like tears of joy.

He snorted lightly. “Silly girl, don’t die of happiness.”

But I couldn’t help it.

Just now, Mrs. Yan transferred me ten million in one go!