"Ruoxi, I'm not as good as you think. Can you just stop bothering me? I haven't been in a good mood recently so I don't have the energy to deal with you…" Huo Siqian leaned against the back of his chair and massaged his temples with his hands.
"Qian-Qian, you're a smart person so why can't you tell that I'm being sincere with you? If I wanted money or power, I could go find another man. With my father's current social status, it's easy for me to get married to a good candidate but I love you… I disregarded what people said behind my back for the past four years. I followed you around everywhere… I just hope that someday you'll turn around and look at me. It's been four years since your ex-wife, Song Yishi, died… It's been many days since Mo Xue'er's death. Why can't you just give me a chance?" Yan Ruoxi begged, with tears almost falling out of her eyes. Yan Ruoxi was born rich and had never begged anyone like this before.
