Yan Jingting's gaze met hers.
In his profound eyes, there was an emotion that Chu Zhiyi didn't dare to delve into. She tried hard not to show any weakness and continued speaking.
"Previously, I had unwittingly come across Mr. Yan on a blind date, and during the last interview, I heard that Mr. Yan intends to get married."
"I presume, perhaps that blind date was not successful."
Chu Zhiyi clenched the card in her hand and presented it to him, "Inside here is one hundred million."
When she said it, her heart ached terribly, "It's all my assets."
"Mr. Yan, would you please marry me for just one year? I don't need anything else. Take this one hundred million of mine to buy a one-year time as your wife..."
One year?
Yan Jingting's hitherto indifferent expression finally changed.
He furrowed his brow, looking a bit displeased.
After Chu Zhiyi had finished speaking and Yan Jingting had not said a word, the rash hope in her heart began to waver.
That's right.