Jiang Jiu thought it over before speaking, "Who Jiang Siyan marries should be because he likes them, not because he becomes a tool for your arranged marriage."
"Miss Jiang, these matters are not for an outsider like you to interfere with."
Jiang Yongyuan's face was stern, completely impermeable.
Jiang Jiu glanced at the cheque, "So, Uncle Jiang, are you dead set on me taking the money and leaving today?"
Jiang Yongyuan nodded, "Exactly."
Jiang Jiu looked at it and promptly wrote a figure that almost blew Jiang Yongyuan's top.
The cheque's highest denomination was in billions, and Jiang Jiu did not hesitate to write a "9", filling in all "9"s—it was just one less than 10 billion.
"Uncle Jiang, one cheque probably won't be enough, may I have another one?"
Jiang Yongyuan's eyebrows twitched with anger, "Jiang Jiu, you really do have a lion's appetite!"
