She had ventured into the business world for so long and had seen all types of men, especially those who spoke flattering words. She had become immune to them long ago.
Pei Heyan sat on the edge of the bed, "Don't you trust me either?"
He wrapped his arms around Wen Tang's slender shoulders, "When have I ever lied to you?"
Wen Tang thought about it and really couldn't think of any instance where Pei Heyan had deceived her.
Publicly, his rewards and punishments were clear, and privately, he compensated her generously, with anything from bags to necklaces, ranging from tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands.
Always decisive, it seemed he had never really lied to anyone, nor did he make empty promises—he always took practical actions.
"Hmm?" Pei Heyan took her small hand, "If you don't believe me, I give you my heart."
He placed Wen Tang's hand over his heart, and she could feel it.
