Zhao Ziyi, sitting opposite, grabbed a tissue from the table to wipe his mouth: "Let's go, Miss Han. A moment of spring night is worth a thousand gold."
Han Yaxin didn't mind spending a night with any man, but she didn't want to get a marriage certificate with such a frivolous playboy.
Before coming, Zhang Min warned her that if she didn't want the company to go bankrupt and didn't want to live a life of simple meals, she had to register the marriage with Zhao Ziyi. Even if this man was a womanizer, she would be the Empress and have endless money.
Even if Han Yaxin didn't want to, she had to obey for the sake of her future life.
Han Yaxin's red lips curved into a seductive arc, and in a sweet, soft voice, she extended her tender and boneless hand towards Zhao Ziyi: "Then let's go."
Zhao Ziyi grabbed Han Yaxin's hand, pulled her hard, and hugged her into his arms: "I didn't realize you were so provocative. You better perform well later."
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