"Of course I can give it to you. Everything I do is for you," Zhao Qitian said, his voice devoid of guile towards Yan Ye—there was no need for Yan Ye to take a risk by offending Zhao Qitian. He did this, apart from for her, also because, "Yingying, I have a condition. As long as you agree, I will immediately clear your father's name."
Lian Xinying lifted her eyes, her palms sweaty: "What condition?"
Yan Ye pushed the document, which he had prepared beforehand, towards her; pronouncing each word with gravity, he said, "Sign this marriage agreement, and your matters become mine."
A marriage agreement!
The color of Lian Xinying's face could not be said to be ugly, but there was definitely no joy in it.
This somewhat pained Yan Ye's heart.
"You don't want to marry me, do you?" Yan Ye's voice grew several degrees colder.
How could Lian Xinying not feel pained?
But! Things do not always turn out as one wishes.