Hearing Wei Qingxue's question, Lin Fan couldn't help but laugh.
"What could I possibly want? Wasn't it you who approached me first, wanting a fake marriage with me?"
Wei Qingxue blushed and said, "But with your status, why did you agree to it, to suffer the humiliation of being the live-in son-in-law of the Wei Family? Everyone mocked you back then—do you enjoy masochism?"
Of course, Lin Fan couldn't tell the truth. It was all about tasks given by the system that he had to accept, so he said, "I was bored, and thought it would be fun, so I agreed."
Lin Fan had a hint of a rogue smile, like an emperor on an incognito visit, or an immortal playing with the mortal world.
Wei Qingxue broke out in a cold sweat. It was out of sheer boredom...
No wonder Lin Fan, instead of being the richest person, chose to work as a deliveryman. It was because he was too wealthy, life too dull, a way to kill time!
