"Instead of marrying that fool, why don't you follow me? If you're willing to be my woman, I'm willing to give you a title. But you have to be clear about one thing: you are the young lady of the Tan Family, not my wife. I can't have just one woman. You are in charge of making Old Master Tan happy and giving birth to a chubby boy for me.
The Tan Family and the Mo Family aren't that far apart. After you marry me, you can still flaunt your abilities in front of Lan Anran and live better than her. No matter how good Mo Jinrong is, you might not be able to see or feel him. Even if you married into the family, he might not necessarily like you, so why suffer such grievances?"
Tan Shilin caressed her shoulders comfortingly.
Lan Yaxin flung his hand away and sobbed.
"You don't understand, I just want to see her suffer more than me. I want her to suffer under my hands. I hope that you will remember your promise to me. It will be good for you and for me."
