Lin Yixun reached out her hand, her fingers touching the check. At that moment, Mrs. Ou's eyes flashed with a hint of disdain—a woman who could be dismissed with money was hardly worthy of her son.
However, she underestimated Lin Yixun. Lin Yixun pushed the check on the table back towards her, speaking slowly and deliberately, "I'm sorry, Auntie, I can't accept this check. I'm with Ouyang Hao not because of money, but because I like him."
"Young lady, when you reach my age, you'll realize just how insignificant your feelings really are."
"Yes, maybe over time, many years from now, I'll regret today's decision. But if I accept the check you gave me, I'll regret it the moment I step out of this café."
"Is it that the money isn't enough? If it's not enough, we can discuss further."
"Auntie, no matter how much money it is, I won't accept it." She didn't want her love to be bought with money; that way, she would despise herself.
