'I hope you owe me,' Shen Yi thought. 'The more, the better. That way, you can never finish paying me back, and you'll never leave me.'
That's what he was thinking, but he couldn't possibly say it out loud.
Shen Yi reached out and tucked her slightly messy bangs behind her ear. Qin Jiao instinctively wanted to dodge, but for some reason, she ultimately didn't move.
Shen Yi said gently, "You said you heard those people gossiping about your family's poor financial situation. Well, did you also hear them say you're beautiful and kind-hearted, willing to marry a guy with a mental illness like me?"
Qin Jiao sighed. "This is a fake marriage. As for 'beautiful and kind-hearted,' that was the me from my past life. The me in this life is far more pragmatic, so don't think you can fool me, Young Master Shen."
