A man's gotta be shameless sometimes, rich or not.
Besides, Lu Fan was now a man of immense wealth, long accustomed to grand occasions.
But his moves for wooing women were still the same old tricks.
One good trick is all you need.
You don't need a lot of plays; you just need enough to get by.
And so, Lu Fan leaned directly into Jiang Yixia's arms.
How could Jiang Yixia not see through his scumbag routine?
As he leaned against her, Jiang Yixia said angrily, "Get up, now! Someone might see and get the wrong idea."
"I'm so dizzy right now. I think I have a concussion," Lu Fan said, rubbing his forehead and groaning nonstop.
Just as she'd expected. The moment Jiang Ming was gone, Lu Fan started acting up.
He rested his head in Jiang Yixia's arms.
He had to admit, even after nineteen years, it was still the same faint, sweet scent.
It was as if his thoughts were instantly transported back to that summer nineteen years ago.
