"Give my equity in New Fashion Media to him."
Wan Yu hesitated, then said, "Okay."
But Zhou Yan wouldn't accept it anyway. What a habit her close girlfriend had, scattering wealth as if she were the Prodigal Son himself.
"Honestly, you look just like Si Yuhuan in the old days; it's uncanny."
"What nonsensical thing are you saying!" Jian Xi muttered.
Wan Yu giggled, "Using money to buy peace, huh?"
Upon reflection, it indeed seemed a bit immoral. But these uncontrollable feelings couldn't be forced when there was no affection. Zhou Yan was different from Zhang Yaxuan; if she agreed to be with him, he would only fall deeper, and if he ended up losing his life over it, it would be an unbearable loss! The chaos that had happened to her couldn't be allowed to replay in someone else's life. And the protagonist would still be herself.
...
Jian Xi couldn't sleep all night. Her mind was filled with debts of romance.
