The Bankrupt Heiress Is The Superstar

In front of her was a so-called assistant wearing gold-rimmed glasses, who appeared to be refined but in fact seemed more like a Smiling Tiger.

Behind her were two broad-shouldered, narrow-waisted bodyguards, making casual jackets and black leather pants look like runway outfits.

As Ye Wan walked along, her mind was racing.

A beast in gentleman's clothing, a literate scum?

An overweight middle-aged man with a receding hairline?

Or maybe...

Before she could complete the mental portrait of her would-be "benefactor," Ye Wan heard the soft sound of the room door closing.

"Um, may I... may I turn on the light?" she asked.

The room was pitch-dark except for the starlight from the floor-to-ceiling windows, which scattered silver frost on the carpet.

Looking at the man's silhouette in the armchair by the window, enveloped in Nightlight, Ye Wan asked cautiously.

"No need," the man said in a deep voice, which held an undercurrent of irritability.

Ye Wan instinctively took a step toward the door.

If he pounced, with her skills, she should be able to make it out the door, right?

But if those two bodyguards were standing guard outside, she wouldn't stand a chance!

After all, it was he who had lent a helping hand at the auction just moments ago.

Two billion!

Without him, the moment she left the auction hall, she probably would have been tied up by the creditors and sold off to some underground venue, living a life of unbearable misery.

Ye Wan took a deep breath.

"Thank you for buying the Token. Rest assured, I will repay you the principal with interest in two years!"

The shadow did not move.

"My name is Ye Wan. How may I address you?"

"..."

"I know this Token is not worth two billion to you. Let's stick to the contract. Besides that one billion, you just need to pay me one yuan."

Although the Ye family had gone bankrupt, she still possessed the business fortitude to abide by a contract!

"..."

Ye Wan: ...

Are all bosses this aloof?

Other than not letting her turn the light on, he hadn't said a word for so long.

Despite a bit of regret for not having seen what he looked like clearly, Ye Wan wasn't the least bit curious.

She understood the principle that curiosity killed the cat.

"Then, I won't disturb your rest. I'll... retreat now?"

Ye Wan carefully placed the Token on the coffee table next to the man and quickly backed away.

"Wait..."

The shadow spoke, "Where were you four years ago?"

Four years ago?

Ye Wan's breath hitched, "I was in Sicheng."

"I'm Xiao Wan... I won't abandon you..."

The voice, though youthful, didn't sound like a little girl's.

Moreover, four years ago he was in Lucheng, which was miles away from Sicheng.

It wasn't her!

Lu Changchuan's brow furrowed. The intermittent blindness that caused darkness to fill his vision only worsened his irritability. He lifted his hand, "You may leave."

"Alright."

As her words fell, Ye Wan had already rushed out the door.

The room was icy cold. Sensing instinctively that Lu Changchuan was in a very bad mood, Rong Qian braced himself and stepped forward, "Ninth Master, should we sign Miss Ye's contract now?"

Lu Changchuan raised his hand, and Rong Qian passed him the pen and placed the contract beneath it.

It seemed that all his anger was vented into that forceful signature. When he spoke again, Lu Changchuan had returned to his usual calm, "The Lu family are businessmen, not philanthropists."

Catching the insinuation, Rong Qian understood immediately, "I'll discuss the repayment schedule with Miss Ye. However..."

A young girl, at a time when the Ye family was undergoing great changes, was already quite bold and responsible to think of auctioning off a family heirloom to pay off the Ye family's debts.

This repayment schedule...

Rong Qian hesitated, not voicing his thought.

Lu Changchuan, as if he had eyes on the back of his head, said, "Then she doesn't deserve to be the daughter of the Ye family!"

Rong Qian instinctively straightened his back, "I will take care of it immediately."