This was all the leverage Han Yue needed to have Li Chengqian exactly where she wanted him.
Not unless he was willing to lose his job and spend a few years in jail.
"Don't be rash. We can talk about this calmly."
Li Chengqian was dumbfounded. He never expected Han Yue to be so shrewd.
"How about I buy you another handbag?"
Li Chengqian gritted his teeth, prepared to bleed a little more money.
"No! I want to get a marriage certificate with you!"
Han Yue sneered inwardly. 'A handbag is only twenty or thirty thousand.'
'President Qi paid a fifty-thousand-yuan fine just for spitting once.'
'Besides, President Qi promised her a one-million-yuan reward.'
'Li Chengqian had to go through with this marriage, no matter what!'
"Yueyue, you're still so young. Marriage is a grave; it's not as wonderful as you imagine."
Li Chengqian was at his wit's end, trying his best to earnestly persuade her.
'Are you kidding me?'
