Yuan Xiaoxiao's delicate face carried a faint flush of embarrassment, her beautiful eyes flickering but never settling, her thoughts a chaotic mess.
"Remember to use the card I gave you to buy some things. The Jingyuan Apartment is currently only minimally furnished, so get whatever you like. I'll have Lin Jing at your disposal anytime – you don't need to worry about transporting things back, or about running out of money. That card holds my entire fortune. I don't know the exact amount, but I'm certain it's a string of zeros as long as your imagination."
Xie Qikan continued outlining the details meticulously. Of course, he could've simply had Lin Jing handle all of this, but because this was a home he had envisioned for himself – a place he meant for the woman he adored – Xie Qikan wanted her to decide everything herself. Women were born designers, possessing the purest inspiration and deepest desires. As for himself, whatever she loved, he would love too.
"Okay."
