"Qingyue, what on earth are you thinking?"
"That's the Qiantang Hotel, worth at least a billion! Are you really just giving it away so easily?"
After Lin Qingyue returned to the villa, Su Yanran sat cross-legged on the bed, wearing only a pair of black lounge pants. Her long, snow-white legs gleamed under the light as she watched Lin Qingyue, her eyes filled with suspicion.
"Oh, you!" Lin Qingyue sighed helplessly. She walked out of the bathroom in a green nightdress, drying her wet hair as she looked at Su Yanran's unladylike posture.
"Qingyue, are you really planning to marry him?" When Lin Qingyue offered no explanation, Su Yanran pressed on, her expression complicated. "First, you helped him solve the orphanage's predicament, and now you've given him the Qiantang Hotel, which is worth a billion. Isn't that basically a dowry? Does your dad have no objections?"
