Spending Money Like Water, Being Bold and Generous

"Jianfei, is an old sword better looking than I am?"

Murong Yuan looked at the man sitting beside her sadly.

There was only the engaged couple in the luxury box. All of the chamber of commerce staff had been driven away.

Beside Murong Yuan, there was a thin cloak. She was in a long, tight, red dress, her fair neck exposed. When she bent over, she showed attractive curves.

The way she looked at her lover was coquettish and tempting, but Mo Jianfei couldn't take his eyes off the practice sword.

Not until he had heard his fiancée speak did he turn to her. He pulled the curtains together and sat down next to Murong Yuan.

"The sword isn't comparable to even one ten thousandth of you," Mo Jianfei said seriously.

Murong Yuan was elated when she heard him, face lighting up like the sun. She threw her fragrant body into Mo Jianfei's arms.

She looked at his face and said, "I heard that you cut the tendons of Jiang Chen's right hand?"