"Just a venue and you think you can brush me off?" Wen Qiao tapped the table and said leisurely, "I've been infringed upon for both honor and image rights. Do you know how important these are to a public figure like me?"
"Then how about I cover all the expenses for your wedding?"
Huo Mutian remembered something and added, "But you'll have to buy your own wedding dress. I don't have many firsts left for my future wife, so I can't let someone else buy the wedding dress too."
Wen Qiao choked on his words a bit. Although she's dated quite a bit, in some ways, her thinking is still quite traditional.
When she reads novels, her only requirement is that the male and female leads must both be pure.
Kissing, holding hands, hugging—those are all fine. Just as long as they don't meet each other stark naked.
"If I were Fang Qinghe, there's no way I'd be with you."
