Jin Huai Zhong shot Shen Zhiyao a disdainful look. "See? This is her angle. She's just after the money. If you weren't rich, do you think a woman as gorgeous as her would even give you the time of day?"
"Ugh! You're driving me crazy! I never planned on going after her! I know my place—a loser like me doesn't deserve to be with her. But I really can't be without her!" Jin Fan's face flushed beet red as he desperately tried to explain, but the words came out all wrong.
"Allow me," Shen Zhiyao said, tossing the ten-million-yuan check into her 9.90-yuan canvas bag.
She said calmly, "I'm not Jin Fan's girlfriend. I'm his newly-acknowledged ancestral grandmother. If you'd like, for ten million yuan, I'll allow you to call me 'Ancestral Grandmother' as well."
Jin Huai Zhong: "..."
Jin Fan finally worked up the courage to confess. "That's right. She's my newly-acknowledged ancestral grandmother. If you want, you can call her that, too. It's a bargain, you can't lose! Really, trust me!"
