He suddenly turned around, catching her relieved expression completely. She froze. He strode back swiftly. Before she could turn her head away, he grasped her shoulder, smiling with exceptional wickedness, "Yan Xixi, I think you're truly paranoid. A mere Yan Xixi like you, what benefits could you bring me? These days, do you think it's still about political marriage alliances? Or waging war for a decade over a woman? Hahaha, have you been reading too many novels? Women aren't as valuable as you imagine! There are countless beautiful women of all kinds. Did you think that I, Wan Donglin, have always relied on women to bring me benefits and fame?"
"..."
"Yan Xixi, you overestimate yourself!"
"..."
"However, don't get your hopes up. Even if you want to 'transfer,' you'd have to beg me."
"Transfer"—that was jargon from their circle. It meant that women, like football players, if they wanted to serve a different "club," the other party would have to pay a "transfer fee."
