Vivian Lee recoiled in pain.
She silently cursed her misfortune.
'Oh, for heaven's sake.'
'Don't be fooled by the gift Ian Quincy brought.
His parents forced him; he had no choice.
Tomorrow, he'll turn on us and take it right back.
Besides, once I marry Felix Flynn, won't I have as much of this stuff as I want?'
Just then, Lucas Lee came out of a room, clutching a red envelope. He winced internally at the cost—there were thirty yuan inside.
That was more than half a month's salary for him.
Enough to cover the entire family's expenses for a month.
All wasted by this wretched girl.
He suppressed his dissatisfaction and said, "Ian, I'm entrusting my precious daughter to you. You must cherish her." As he spoke, he handed over the red envelope.
Ian Quincy said seriously, "Of course, I'll cherish her."
Vivian Lee thought, 'You mean you'll make her ache all over, don't you?'
Ian Quincy sat for a short while before announcing his departure.
The family saw him to the door.
